Love Beyond The Rite

Chapter 9

ELIJAH

I walk back inside and headed up to the girls room to read them a story.

I peak in and they are both sound asleep.

I guess I’ll go down to the barn office and work on one of my projects or read a book.

I grab my lantern and walk to my favorite place to find peace.

Sitting down on a bale of hay I pull out a book I kept hidden in the boards below me.

This is the place Emmy would sneak out to see me, so we could have our own time together. It was our special time where we could be ourselves and not have to worry about rules and social expectations. I know I was breaking rules but her world excited me, she excited me.

We only go to school until the 8th grade so when I was busy working she was in her English school learning things I couldn’t even think about.

She would bring her school books and teach me these things. I had no use for them mostly but it was nice to learn.

We aren’t allowed to be in photographs smiling as it is vain, but I let her take photos with me any chance she wanted as long as it was in our private space.

I didn’t like to admit I loved doing these things with her because it was breaking rules but she would always ask if I was okay with it because she knew it was a risk. She enjoyed knowing I wanted to know about her world too.

We kept a journal of our adventures together. We would even write to each other in it since there wasn’t any other way to communicate with each other.

I’d put it in the rock wall between our houses. Of course she wouldn’t know it was there unless I gave her a sign, it was a piece of chalk. If the chalk was on top of the stone it meant there was a letter for her. Something in me thought about writing her and putting it in there tonight.

Would she even remember? I ask myself.

She probably doesn’t want to risk it.

I flipped through the journal pages, landing on a letter I wrote to her when we were 16. "Ember, today's farm work was grueling. Your hugs are my solace. They keep me going." I knew I shouldn't have written those words as my feelings for her were forbidden.

As I read, my body reacted. I felt a familiar ache, a longing I'd tried to suppress. I closed my eyes, replaying the night we crossed a boundary, costing us everything.

Her smile still haunted me. The way her jeans hugged her curves, her shirt accentuating her tight physique... My body stirred, drawn to hers in ways I couldn't explain. I started to stiffen in my pants.

Her laughter, her wit, it all captivated me. That night. I had reached out, guiding her to my lap, where she fit perfectly. Her hugs were my sanctuary.

But that night, I wanted more. She laid her head on my shoulder, petting her hair. I sighed, reluctant to let her go. Her scent, like strawberries, teased me. I could feel my self stiffen under her.

She looked up, questioning. "I'm sorry," I said, rubbing my neck. She grasped my face, pulling my attention to hers. "Don't apologize for how you feel," she said, her eyes locking onto mine.

In that moment, I felt seen, understood. Our forbidden feelings weren't mine alone.

I looked at her lips and hesitated. I’ve never kissed anyone and knew kissing her would cross a boundary. A forbidden boundary because of who she was and all the rules I had to follow.

Why would god put this amazing girl into my life if he didn’t want me to fall head over heels for her. I convinced myself god wouldn’t be mad at me.

She licked her beautiful lips and I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I gently touched my lips to hers, trying not to scare her away. She pushed her lips onto mine and I was fully hard under her.

She let out a little laugh and said my third leg wanted her to sit on it.

She wasn’t wrong.

Our kiss intensified and I started taking her shirt off. She was panting and trying to help me get her shirt off. I’ve never seen a woman’s b**bs before and I was fascinated.

I traced the outline of her fullness with my finger. Gently grabbing her n*pple I pinched it between my finger. She let out a little moan and arched her body closer to mine. I wanted her. I needed to have her.

I put her into my mouth and flicked her n****e with my tongue. She squirmed in my arms thrusting her hips against my rock hard d**k.

There is no coming back from this.

Does she want this?

“Em… are you sure you want to do this?” I asked out of breath.

She looked at me with no words and kissed my lips. She trailed her kisses down my neck unbuttoning my shirt to get to my chest. Stopping to lick my n*pples, she continued licking until she got to my trousers. She looked up at me with lust in her eyes.

I was sinning and I knew I needed to stop but everything in me was saying this is right.

She unbuttoned my pants and grabbed my p**is in her hand.

I’d never been touched before and her soft delicate hands felt like heaven.

She started stroking my p**is up and down and I started to wonder what sweet pie she had for me.

I unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down past her delicious curves. Her pink innerwear were soaked. My p**is twitched as I saw what I was doing to her.

“Eli… are you sure you want to do this? It’s against the rules” she hesitated,

Everything in my body told me I needed this.

I put my finger between her soaked inner wear and her p*ssy feeling the smooth slippery oasis waiting for me.

I explored her with my fingers and watched her eyes roll back.

Her hips rocked against my hand making her moan and shake.

My d**k started throbbing wishing to be in my hands place.

“Emmy lay on the floor… I want to try something” I instructed.

She laid down on the rug and started biting her lip.

“Good girl” I said, watching her wait for me to make the next move.

I pull her innerwear off her hips and down her legs. Watching her pink p*ssy glisten in the dim lighting. I wondered what she tasted like.

I plunged my tongue into her soft pink bean and felt her quiver beneath me. She tasted so good I couldn’t get enough, I was sucking up her juices and enjoyed making her shake with pleasure. She grabbed my hair and started pulling it when she was feeling great. I couldn’t get enough of her.

My d**k was rock hard and ready.

I started kissing her from her bottom lips to her top lips feeling her hips beg for me. Once I got to her lips I kissed her and asked “do you want to feel me inside you?”

She let out a whimper and shook her head yes.

I moved my d**k to her entrance and slowly moved the tip up and down her p*ssy.

I couldn’t wait any longer and I pushed into her soft and tight p*ssy.

A surge of emotions hit me as I was inside her thrusting.

“I love you em” I said softly to her

She looked at me with tears in her eyes

And whispered back to me “I love you too”

She started moaning and the resistance I felt at first went away. I was thrusting deep and hard now.

I heard a rustle in the leaves outside. I stopped moving but didn’t take myself out of her yet.

I couldn’t bear stopping this feeling yet.

She started moving her hips begging for more. I put my finger up to her lips as a warning that something’s outside. I couldn’t control my movements and started thrusting inside her again. It felt so good I felt like letting everything go inside of her.

She started tightening up around me and digging her nails into my back.

I thought I heard the rustle of leaves again.

Before I could even think of stopping to check it out, she slams her hips down on me and moans my name. Giving her self sweet release. It was the most amazing feeling.

As I thrust a few more times inside of her about to lose it myself. The door opens and I’m facing my father as he sees the beautiful and blissful sin we just committed.

My breath got caught in my throat right before he stormed in and grabbed me by my hair and pulled me away from the woman I loved.

Ember shrieked and grabbed her clothes to cover herself.

My father kept his eyes off of her but looked my in the eye and said “you are forbidden from ever seeing her again!”

Ember ran back to her house and that was the last time we were in the same room together.

He may have stopped us from repeating that act, but he didn’t stop me from thinking about her every night after that. I indulged in the sin of touching myself frequently to the thought of her. Every time I was with my wife I thought of that night with Ember.

I hated myself for it but I couldn’t get myself hard with out the vision of her.

As I sit here thinking about ember I can’t help but touch myself.

Knowing she’s less than 500 feet away from me made me want her even more.

Replaying the scene in my head and looking at the spot on the floor I deflowered her I stroked until I found my sweet release all over myself.