I was a starved man. Starved for a woman’s touch, a woman’s kiss, and the feel of her soft hands, tortuously sliding up and down my chest, the way Kate’s had a moment ago. Her fingernails dug languorously into my shoulders, clawing at me, making her temptation irresistible.

No matter how hard I tried to keep my distance, this woman never left my mind. She was unlike any other woman I’d ever had. I grabbed her by her hips and lifted her up. Her long legs wrapped around my waist. I couldn’t stop kissing her. Trapped between me and the wall, she clung to my body, writhing against me, her seduction becoming a haze I lived in. It stole my free will and any common sense I might have had. She fed me her passionate kisses over and over, spicing them up with her delicate tongue, bringing the blood in my veins to a boil as she tested the capacity limits of my sack, and I still couldn’t let go.

I’d been hard since the moment I touched her neck. I tried to walk away, but when I saw her leaning against that counter, her hip jutting lightly to the side and her ass sticking out, I lost it.

Besides, she had a dress on, which meant easy access. No man could refuse easy access. And she was Kate. My Kate — the woman who’d already sinned with me in my mind for months.

I grabbed her ass, holding her steady, and relished her captivating mouth. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling up my shirt, desperate to touch my naked back. We’d cleared the table moments earlier, so I set her down on its top, and while standing between her legs, grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head.

She gasped. Her hands and lips flew to my chest, their heat and arousing strokes from her fingertips tightening my balls. If she didn’t ease up on her fondling, I’d blow way before it was time. I rested her chin in my hand and lifted her gaze to meet mine.

“Easy, beautiful. We have until the morning,” I whispered into her ear.

“Promise me that.”

“I promise.” She shivered as my hush flew into her ear.

My fingers danced along her skin to the top button on her dress. I flicked it open and she smiled. One by one, the buttons popped and her dress opened to the sides. With her legs parted, resting at the sides of mine, she looked flawless and inviting. Her skin and that innocent white bra with the lace doing nothing to hide her perky nipples were worth everything. I slid my gaze over her body right down to the matching white panties, and at the sight of a dampened spot on the fabric, I felt another squeeze in my crotch. This one was tighter. There was no turning back now.

I rested one hand on the table, and supporting her with the other, gently laid her back. Her breaths were quick. Her chest pushed up, begging for me to touch her. The delicate trembles of need that peppered her skin with goosebumps were a pleasure to my sight.

I lowered my mouth to her chest, grasping the laced bra cup with my teeth, pulling on it until it was beneath her breast. I repeated the same on the other side and stood up to look at this perfectly beautiful woman, whom I had no doubt belonged in my life. I wasn’t sure how just yet, but I knew that she did.

Her pink, ripened nipples called to me, and so I lowered my mouth again, sealing my lips around the first bud. She closed her eyes and pushed her chest deeper into my mouth. As I tasted her one breast, teasing the nub with my tongue and teeth, the other fit nicely into my palm.

I licked my way to the center of her chest as I pulled my zipper down and unfastened my pants. They fell to the floor, but the freedom below my belt was short lived. My hands slid lower, tracing her silhouette, and when they reached her immaculate panties, I couldn’t help but pull away from kissing down her stomach to look at her once more. The view of her purity awaiting the damage I was about to cause to her soul was priceless. But I wanted to do more than damage her. I wanted to ravage her very soul so that she would believe we belonged together.

No more deception.

I lied to myself, crouched to the floor and lifted her feet to rest on the edge of the table; her legs opened wide for me and her knees fell to the sides. Kissing her inner thigh, I licked my way to her panties and inhaled.

Delicious.

I tugged at the lace, my fingers exposing her pink shaved flesh. My mouth didn’t waste any time. Spreading her apart, I dove between her delicious lips. Her folds felt hot against my lips, all swollen and waiting for my teasing tongue. She squirmed underneath me, trying to center herself where she wanted my mouth to be — where I knew she wanted it to be, but I would make her wait and endure the pain of a growing arousal, the way she’d forced me to do over the past few months.

She tasted like honey, sweet and tender. She melted on my tongue in her heat, her pussy leaking onto my chin.

I rimmed her opening before sliding my index finger inside her. Her lower back arched, her mouth curved, and her eyes rolled back as she whimpered.

It was a beautiful sight, and so I added another finger, her coating making the entry effortless. She squeezed around me, her muscles tightening the grip, and I hooked my fingers upward and rubbed that inner spot. She pushed herself against my hand. She was almost there; I could see it and feel it.

“More,” she moaned.

I clasped my mouth around her clit and flicked my tongue. It slid back and forth until I pinned in between my lips and sucked. Her body tensed and trembled. It let go of the strain, momentarily relaxing, and then seized again. Her fingers that were roaming through my hair a moment ago now grasped at my strands and tightened.

“Oh, God!” The words so powerful and oh, so inappropriate left her mouth as she spasmed. I didn’t stop until the trembles in her body disappeared. I nourished that little swollen nub until it couldn’t grow any further, until all its flavors had burst in my mouth.

When I pulled away, her knees fell apart. Kate slowly came to, and so I stood up. Taking hold of her panties, I slid them off her hips and over her heels. Gazing at her lying partially up on her elbows, her dress at the sides, swollen breasts exposed and legs wide open in front of me, I would have bet my life that there wasn’t a more beautiful sight in the world.

I lifted her body upward so she could rest her beautiful ass on the edge of the table. I wanted to ask her whether she was sure about this, but it would be pointless. With her mouth slightly open, she was looking down and between us, waiting. My cock stood upright and glossy with pre-cum as I positioned myself at her opening; then I realized that I couldn’t slide inside her glistening pussy.

“We’re being irresponsible.”

“Cam, I think it’s too late for a lesson on responsibility.”

I liked the way she called me by my name.

“No, I meant that I don’t have a condom.”

“Oh, well. I wouldn’t expect you to. I mean, you’re a—” She stopped before completely confirming our sin out loud.

“Ahm, I’m just before my period, so if you’re worried about pregnancy, you shouldn’t. And I know the church teaches family planning, so I’m good.” She looked up then added with a smile. “I’m really good.”

“Kate?”

“Yes?”

“Are you sure you’re comfortable if I take you like this? I can tell you, and I hope you believe me, I don’t have any STDs.”

She nodded. “I know, I just wanted to make sure that you’re o—”

“Kate?”

She looked up at me with her beautiful golden eyes. She was nervous. So was I, but there was no stopping what had already begun. And we were doing so much better when we weren’t talking.

“Shut up, gorgeous.”

In one swift pull at her hips, I brought her forward and plunged inside her tight pussy, then held her. She wrapped her legs around my hips. I lifted her back off the table and she drew her arms around my neck, pulling my mouth to hers. Her warm body against mine felt perfect, like it was meant to be sinned with. She rocked her weight over me, her body slowly rolling from her hips, through her waist and then chest, the waves of our skin-to-skin contact becoming more fervent with each roll.

I couldn’t get enough of her: her mouth, her sex squeezing around my cock, her whole body.

It’s been too long.

My thrusts deepened and her breaths shortened as I focused on the tightness of her pussy. Pounding between her legs, the sound of our grunts and slaps of my thighs against her ass echoed through the room. And the smell — our smell of pure sex — was like an aphrodisiac.

“Kate…” I whispered. “Jesus, Kate. You’re… absolutely worthy of everything.”

Even sin.

Especially sin.

I lunged twice more, stilling inside her, finding the kind of relief that tore the fibers from my bones, traveled through my veins, and shot out my dick, obliterating me.

Sweat dripped down my forehead and chest. She clung to me, her breasts still one with my pecs, her fingers gently scraping below my hairline and her body trembling.

I didn’t let my mind wonder about the consequences, because deep inside, I was convinced that I was supposed to have her. One way or another, I had ended up in this little town because this moment was meant to happen, even if it was just for one night. A very worthy night.

“Kate?”

“Yes?” She breathed, looking up. Some of her locks were stuck to her face, and I reached for her cheek, pulling away the evidence of our frenzy, tucking the hair behind her ear.

“That was amazing.”

Her happy smile made me grin. “It was amazing for me too.”

She slowly unwound her arms and legs from around me and I pulled out with pride, watching my cum spill out of her pussy.

“Stay here.” I headed for the sink, then stopped and turned around just as she reached for the laced cups of her bra underneath her breasts. “And don’t cover those just yet. I’m not done with you.”

She squealed out loud and quickly covered her mouth with her hand. I opened one of the drawers and removed a clean rag, soaked it in warm water and went back to Kate. She opened her legs for me willingly, with full trust, and I washed my seed off her inner thighs and soaked folds.

“When’s the last time you had sex?” I asked.

“With a person or myself?”

“Well, I know you had it with yourself at the retreat.”

She gasped. “You saw me that night?”

“Watching me masturbate? Yeah, I did.”

“Oh, my God. This is so embarrassing.” She covered her face with her hands and I pulled them away, up toward my mouth, kissing them, watching her with interest.

“Did you touch yourself when I came? I saw your hand down your panties. Did it feel good?” I lowered my hand to her thigh to feel her smooth skin.

Her cheeks flushed red and I knew the answer before she spoke it because her eyes swam with lust. Her mouth opened by a fraction for the next quick inhalation. Up until then I hadn’t realized that I knew her body so well.

“Yes,” she breathed out, her heart rate picking up.

“Like this?” I reached between her legs and cupped her sex, slowly pulling my fingers upward, one finger in each valley of her folds, until I reached her most sensitive nerves. Her legs quaked as I touched her there. She leaned forward and rested her head on my shoulder, her hands holding onto my arms. As she rolled her hips, joining my finger’s momentum, I breathed in her scent, concentrating on the beautiful moans coming out of her mouth. Her breathing was uneven, and I knew that she’d come in my hand within minutes.

And then I felt her hand slide down my arm and reach between us. She grasped me, securing her fingers around my dick. I nearly spilled right there, but I held on, now even more determined to please her again. She slid her hand over me, up and down, pulling my skin along, her fondling more aggressive with each stroke. I squeezed my ass and the pressure in my lower spine built. We held onto each other as I brought her undone once more and let go of my own desire, spewing my seed upward, this time over her bare belly and exposed breasts.

She wouldn’t stop shaking, her orgasm taking much longer than mine to settle. I didn’t pull away until she calmed. I wouldn’t let her go until the last ounce of pleasure had left her body. When she finally settled in my arms, I waited a few moments and then rinsed the cloth and washed her skin again.

“Do you think we’re going to hell?” she asked.

“Well, heaven’s doors are definitely closed for us at the moment.” Though I couldn’t stop hoping that it was temporary. “Kate, this evening… I want you to know that I have absolutely no regrets. Tonight was… perfect.”

“It was everything I wanted.” She smiled.

I gently covered her breasts, tucking them back into her bra cups, and picked her panties up off the floor. I pulled up my pants and tucked the delicate fabric in my pocket. She blushed again, then cleared her throat, and proceeded to button up her dress. “It’s a good thing that Father John is a sound sleeper.”

“We were pretty quiet. For the most part. But once he goes to sleep, he rarely gets up again. Kate, you know that this can’t happen again.”

“I know. But I’m not sorry.”

I sighed. She would be sorry in the morning. She just didn’t know it yet.

“Neither am I. But you should be. I ruined you.”

She shook her head as if arguing with me, chuckling a little along the way. “I was ruined long before I met you.”

“I didn’t mean to test your faith. I didn’t mean for you to go against your beliefs. I didn’t mean for you to sin with me.”

“Yes, you did.” She looked up. It took all my strength not to crush my lips to hers again. “Cam, there is something you should know about me. The decisions I’ve made in my life, I regret a lot of them. But not this one. This was right. It felt right.”

She was still high on the two orgasms, and I wondered whether a third one was required to bring her back to reality. I doubted it would.

I pulled my shirt over my head, took her hand, and she hopped off the table. Kate reached to the counter and switched on the kettle before fastening the buttons on her dress.

“Which decisions have you regretted?” I asked.

“I mean, my life wasn’t exactly pink rainbows and hearts before coming to Pace. I hadn’t planned on being here so long either.”

“What happened?”

“I told you that my mother’s ill, and I don’t know how to help her any more. She has the best care possible, but keeps asking for this Jack. What if I never find him?”

“You mean John.”

“I don’t think she means John, though. But if I don’t find Jack soon, I’m going to have to leave Pace and see if there’s anything else I can do for her.”

Her leaving me wasn’t part of the deal. It wasn’t part of the equation. Kate poured two cups of tea. She stirred in the honey, slowly, as if reminiscing over a memory.

“I promise to keep our secret.” She finally turned around.

“Me too.”

When she looked at me with her doe eyes, something snapped in my chest. I didn’t understand the feeling, as I’d never experienced it, and passed it off as post-sex nostalgia.

“A secret we’ll both have to confess,” I said.

“Can I confess it to you?” she asked, upbeat.

“You know it doesn’t work that way.”

“Father John?” she asked, cringing, and I nodded.

“I can’t believe I’ll be confessing sleeping with a priest to another priest who could quite possibly be my father.”

“I gather you didn’t talk to him about it this evening.”

“No.”

“If it makes you feel any better, his hearing has been getting worse. You should talk to him tomorrow,” I urged. The only way her sin could be forgiven was if she confessed before my own secrets were spilled. Now that I had her, it wouldn’t take long for me to figure out how to make it work between us, because honestly, I’d never met anyone like her before. She was that person you gave up your life for. She was that person who’d make you laugh until you cried. She was the type of person who’d remain with you for better or worse.

“But I can’t do it yet.” She snapped me out my reverie.

“Why not?”

“Because one should be sorry for their sins, and I’m not sorry for this. I’m not sure that I’ll ever be.”

Oh, Kate.

Her naive nature was both toxic and cute. It wouldn’t take long for her to realize her mistake and line up at the confessional. This was Kate, and her trust in God was stronger than her urges – wasn’t it?

I sighed. If my faith wasn’t strong enough for me, then it couldn’t have been for her.

We had our tea that night and talked for another two hours, somewhat omitting, though I’m sure not forgetting, what had happened between us. I walked her home and kissed her hand goodnight. Getting too close to her mouth was dangerous, and I’d already done enough damage for the night.

Would there be consequences of our actions? Yes. Broken hearts, perhaps? Definitely. A satisfied soul who realized what had been missing in his life? Yeah, that too.

It was a soul that was fighting with itself. Tonight, she’d question her faith because of me. Her lust would turn to heartache and that would turn to hate because she’d made love to a man she didn’t even know.

Tonight, I ruined her soul, and I definitely ruined her body.

What have I done?