Julia perched on the edge of Andrew's couch, her bare feet tucked beneath her. She had been waiting for what felt like hours, though it hadn't been more than twenty minutes since she arrived there herself. Her heart fluttered every time she glanced at the clock, anticipation bubbling in her chest.

She traced the edge of her jeans shorts with her fingertips, the denim rough against her skin. Looking at the clock again. 4:47 PM. Andrew was late, but she didn't mind. He always had a reason—a parishioner in need, a last-minute meeting, something that reminded her why she loved him. He was a man who cared deeply, even if it meant keeping her waiting.

They'd been together for three weeks now, though it felt longer. She had met him at the hospital where she worked when he had come to visit a patient. His calm demeanor and gentle smile had drawn her in immediately. She had never expected to fall for a priest, of all people, but Andrew wasn't like anyone she had ever known. He was kind, thoughtful, and surprisingly funny when he let his guard down.

Julia leaned back against the couch, her mind drifting to their first date. He had taken her to a quiet cafe, his hands fidgeting with the menu as he tried to make conversation. She'd teased him about it later, and he had blushed, that adorable flush creeping up his neck. It was one thing she loved most about him—how he could be so confident in his faith, yet so vulnerable with her.

The sound of the familiar creak of the front door downstairs snapped her out of her thoughts. She straightened, her heart skipping a beat as she heard Andrew's voice calling out, "Sorry I'm late," his voice warm but tinged with guilt. "Mrs. Thompson needed someone to talk to, and I couldn't just leave her."

"It's okay. I figured it was something like that," Julia said, descending the stairs to meet him.

Andrew had already made his way to the living room, his tie loosened and his jacket slung over one arm. His face was drawn, shadows under his eyes, and he looked as though he had been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He slumped into his reading chair, letting out a long sigh as he sank into the cushions.

Julia lingered in the doorway, watching him. "Stressful day?"

He nodded, rubbing his temples. "Stressful doesn't even begin to cover it. How was yours?”

She stepped into the room, her hips swaying just enough to catch his attention.

"Better now that you're here." She paused beside his chair, her gaze tracing the exhaustion etched into his face. His eyes flicked downward, just for a moment, and she caught the involuntary glance at the strip of exposed skin where her shirt had ridden up.

She loved it when he looked at her, the way his eyes lingered, uncertain yet unmistakably drawn. That split second of vulnerability made her chest tighten. She smiled, letting her shirt rise a little higher, daring him to look again. His gaze flicked back up, cheeks flushed—guilty, wanting.

Her smile turned sly. Without a word, she reached for the hem of her shirt and tugged it over her head, letting it fall to the floor. Standing before him in nothing but her jeans shorts now, the warmth radiating from her skin filling the space between them.

Julia stepped closer, her bare feet barely making a sound on the wooden floor. Her shorts hugged her hips, the denim rough against her fingertips as she grazed them lightly. Andrew's eyes darted between her face and her breasts, his breath catching slightly in his throat. She liked that—the way he couldn't decide where to look, the way his gaze betrayed his thoughts even when his words didn't.

She stopped just in front of him, close enough that she could feel the heat of his body radiating through his slacks. Her hands dropped to his knees, her fingers pressing lightly against the fabric. She could feel the tension in his muscles, the way he stiffened under her touch. His hands gripped the arms of the chair as if he were trying to calm himself.

"Julia…" His voice was low and strained, the kind of tone that made her stomach tighten. She loved the way he said her name, how it sounded like a prayer and a plea all at once.

She didn't answer, just let her hands slide down his thighs as she lowered herself to her knees. The floor was cool beneath her, the contrast sharp against the warmth of her skin. She looked up at him, her eyes locking with his. His face was flushed, his lips parted slightly, and she could see the struggle in his expression.

Andrew blinked, his brow furrowing. "Jules, what are you—"

She silenced him with a soft, lingering kiss as she kneeled comfortably in front of his chair. Her hands rested on his thighs, steady and reassuring. When she pulled back, she tilted her head, her eyes searching his.

He cleared his throat, his voice quieter than usual. "What was that for?"

Her smile returned, softer now, filled with something he couldn't quite place. "I guess I like you."

Andrew's cheeks flushed, and he let out a nervous chuckle, his hands fidgeting in his lap. "You guess?"

Julia's fingers traced idle patterns on his thighs, her touch light but deliberate. "I mean, I'm here, aren't I?"

He swallowed, his gaze darting between her face and the floor. "You are."

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his neck. "And I'm not wearing much."

Andrew's pulse quickened, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "I noticed."

Her lips curled into a teasing smile. "Good. I was hoping you would." She shifted slightly, her knees pressing into the carpet as she settled more comfortably between his legs. "You look like you need a little attention."

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. "Julia, I don't—"

She placed a finger over his lips, silencing him. "Shh. Don't think so much. Just let me."

Julia tilted her head, her eyes locking with his. "Lean back," she said, her voice soft but firm, leaving no room for argument.

Andrew hesitated, his breathing shallow as his gaze flicked between her face and the space between them. Slowly, reluctantly, he leaned back into the chair.

Her hands moved to the buckle of his belt, her fingers working with practiced ease. Andrew's breath hitched, his chest rising and falling more rapidly. His hands hovered over hers, hesitant, as if he wasn't sure whether to stop her or lean into it.

"Let me take care of you." Her gaze held his as she undid the button of his slacks, her movements slow and deliberate. She tugged the zipper down, the sound sharp in the quiet room.

Andrew's hands clenched the arms of the chair, his knuckles white. "Julia, I've never… I mean, this isn't something I'm used to."

She smiled, her touch gentle as she pulled down his pants. "I know. That's why I'm here."

Julia licked her lips as she freed his hardening manhood from his boxers. The warmth of him filled her palm, the weight familiar yet still thrilling. She could feel the tension in his thighs, the way his breath stuttered when her fingers brushed against him.

Andrew's hand twitched toward her shoulder. "Jules, wait—"

She tilted her head up, meeting his conflicted gaze. " I promise you'll like it."

His throat worked. "It feels wrong. Seeing you do something like this."

"Really?" A soft laugh escaped her. She didn't need to remind him of all the times his mouth had been on her—the way he had tasted her, worshiped her. The memory alone made her skin flush.

"It's different, it feels—" he muttered, his cheeks darkening.

Julia grinned, tightening her grip just enough to make him inhale sharply. "Let me change that feeling."

Her lips parted as she took in the sight of him—that beautiful, hesitant hardness between his thighs. The way his cock twitched under her gaze sent a thrill through her. Warmth pooled low in her belly, her own breath catching at the mix of innocence and desire in his eyes.

"You're beautiful," she murmured, running her thumb along the length of him, feeling the way his skin grew taut under her touch. A drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip, and she couldn't resist swiping it away with her thumb, bringing it to her lips. The taste of him was faintly salty, intoxicating.

Andrew let out a strangled noise, his hips giving the tiniest jerk against his will.

She smirked, wrapping her fingers around him again, this time firmer.

"You liked that, hmm." Her eyes flicked up to his face, delighting in the way his brow knit together, the way his breath came faster. His embarrassment only made him harder against her palm, and she gave a slow, deliberate stroke.

"It's—" He swallowed. "I shouldn't—"

"You should," she corrected, leaning forward, her lips hovering just inches from him. His scent surrounded her—clean musk, faint sweat from the day, something uniquely him. She exhaled, letting her breath ghost over his heated skin. "Let me show you."

His fingers tightened on the arms of the chair, his chest rising and falling in quick, shallow bursts. She could practically hear the war in his head, the way his body betrayed his reservations. Slowly, deliberately, she dipped her head, pressing a teasing kiss to the side of his shaft.

Julia smiled inwardly, savoring the way he tensed beneath her. She traced the vein along the underside with the tip of her tongue, soft and slow, tasting the smooth warmth of him. When she flicked her gaze upward, she found his eyes wide, his lips slightly parted.

"You've never let anyone do this before, have you?" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

He shook his head.

Her fingers tightened just enough to tease. "Good."

Julia leaned in, her lips brushing against the flushed tip of Andrew's cock. She could feel the faint pulse beneath her tongue, the way his skin grew taut and warm against her mouth. Taking him in slowly, she marveled at the way his shaft bent slightly against her tongue before hardening further as soon as she began to move. The anticipation in his body was evident—his thighs tensed, his breathing shallow.

She drew back just enough to let her tongue trace the length of him, her lips wrapping around the head again with a teasing suction. His breath hitched, a low groan escaping him as she took him deeper. Her hand cupped him, stroking what her mouth couldn't reach, her touch deliberate and slow. His body instinctively arched toward her, betraying his hesitation.

Julia swirled her tongue around the sensitive ridge beneath the head, savoring the way his cock twitched against her. Andrew's hands gripped the arms of the chair, his knuckles white as he fought to keep himself still. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he struggled to hold back. It only made her want to push him further.

She pulled back slightly, letting her lips slide off him with a soft pop. Her gaze flicked up to his face, taking in the flush that spread across his cheeks, the way his jaw tightened as he tried to control his breathing. His eyes were dark, almost pleading, and she felt a surge of warmth at the sight.

Julia smiled softly, her fingers still lazily stroking him. Her other hand rested on his thigh, feeling the tension in his muscles.

Her fingers trailed down his length, brushing against the thick vein that pulsed along the underside. Watching his reaction, she saw his jaw tighten, his breath catching in his throat as she traced it with her fingertips. Her own arousal spiked at the sight of him—fully hard, his cock glistening with her saliva. The vein throbbed visibly, urging her to touch, to taste.

She leaned in again, her breath warm against him, before pressing a lingering kiss to the base of his shaft. Her tongue followed, licking a slow, teasing line up the length of him, her eyes never leaving his face.

Julia's lips curved into a sly smile as she reached the tip. She swirled her tongue around the head once more. Her hand moved with her, her strokes matching the rhythm of her mouth.

Pausing, her lips lingered just above the tip of his cock as she looked up at him. His face was flushed, his eyes heavy with desire, and she could see the war raging within him. She loved this moment—the way he teetered on the edge of surrender, the way his body betrayed his reservations even as his mind tried to hold on to control.

"So good," she murmured, her voice husky with desire. Her fingers trailed down the length of him, feeling the way his vein pulsed beneath her touch. She paused at the base, her nails lightly grazing the sensitive skin there, just enough to make him shiver.

Andrew's breath hitched, his hips twitching involuntarily as her nails grazed him. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, and she could see the way he fought to hold still, his fingers gripping the arms of the chair until his knuckles turned white.

Julia leaned in again, her lips brushing against the base of his shaft. Her tongue traced the pulsing vein, the salty taste of him sending a shiver down her spine. For a man who had spent his life in devotion to something greater than himself, he was surprisingly vulnerable in her hands.

Her mouth moved lower, her tongue tracing a path along the sensitive underside of his cock. She could feel the way he tensed beneath her, the way his breath hitched as she teased him.

Julia's lips curved into a sly smile as she looked up at him, his cock pressed against her cheek. She could feel the heat of him, the way his body trembled with restraint. She knew she could make him come just like that, just using her tongue, but she wanted more. To push him, make it more intense.

"How do you like that?" she asked, her voice low and teasing, her breath warm against his skin.

Andrew stayed silent, his jaw tight, his hands gripping the arms of the chair like he was holding on for dear life. His chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, and she could see the way he fought to keep himself still, to keep from thrusting into her mouth.

She smirked, her eyes locking with his. "Good."

Julia shifted slightly, her hands sliding down to cup his balls. She felt the weight of them in her palm, the way they tightened as she rolled them gently between her fingers. His breath hitched, a low groan escaping him as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin.

Her tongue traced the seam between his balls, her lips pressing soft kisses along the sensitive skin. She could feel the way his cock twitched against her cheek, the way his breath hitched every time her nails grazed him.

With a lustful moan, she took one into her mouth, sucking gently, while her tongue swirled around it. Andrew's hips jerked involuntarily, a strangled sound escaping him as she alternated between them.

She could feel his balls tighten in her mouth, the way his cock twitched against her cheek as she swirled her tongue. As she released his delicious balls from her wet mouth, his breath came in shallow gasps, his thighs trembling under her hands.

Julia looked up at Andrew, her eyes dark and steady, the kind of look that carried no hesitation, no doubt. Her lips parted slightly as she positioned the tip of his cock in front of her mouth, her gaze locking with his. She didn't need to say a word—her intentions were clear, her control absolute. She smirked softly before leaning forward, her lips wrapping around the head of Andrew's rod.

Closing her eyes, letting the warmth of him fill her mouth as she began to move. Her tongue pressed against the sensitive underside, swirling and teasing as she bobbed her head rhythmically. The weight of him on her tongue sent a shiver through her, and she quickened her pace, her hands steady on his thighs.

Andrew's breath hitched, his fingers twitching against the arms of the chair. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he fought to keep himself still. But she didn't let up, her movements growing faster, more deliberate. Her tongue worked him over, tracing every ridge and contour, her lips tightening around him as she pulled back before sinking down again.

A faint sound escaped him, barely audible over the wet, rhythmic movements of her mouth. She felt his fingers tangle in her hair, gently brushing strains of it back from her face. His touch was hesitant, almost reverent, and it spurred her on. She glanced up through her lashes, catching a glimpse of his flushed face, his lips parted as he let out a shaky breath.

"Oh, yes," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. The sound sent a thrill through her, and Julia smiled inwardly. She had broken through his resistance, shattered his hesitation.

She increased her pace, her lips sliding up and down his length with a newfound urgency. Her tongue flicked against the sensitive spot just beneath the head, and she felt him twitch in her mouth. Andrew's fingers had left her hair, his hips lifting slightly off the chair as he fought to hold back. But Julia didn't stop, her movements relentless, her breath coming faster as she worked him over.

She felt the tension coiled in Andrew's body the moment before he came. His thighs tightened beneath her hands, his breath catching in his throat as his cock pulsed against her tongue. Warmth flooded her mouth, thick and salty, and she swallowed without hesitation, her lips still wrapped tightly around him. She kept her rhythm steady, drawing every last drop from him until he sagged back into the chair, his chest heaving.

When she finally released him, she leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss to the tip of his cock. Andrew jolted, a sharp intake of breath hissing through his teeth. She smirked against his skin, her lips trailing soft, lingering kisses along the length of him. Each touch made him twitch, his body still sensitive, still trembling from the intensity of his release.

Andrew stared at her, his cheeks flushed, his lips slightly parted. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, his hands still gripping the arms of the chair like he was afraid he might float away. Julia smiled up at him, licking her lips and giving him a warm but dirty smile.

"My God," he breathed.

"Each one must give as he has decided in his heart, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver."

2 Corinthians 9:7