My heart hammered against my ribs like a sinner begging for absolution, the Monsignor's voice cutting through the haze of our post-orgasm bliss. Ethan's body was still draped over mine, his c**k softening but not yet withdrawn, a slick reminder of our transgression pressed deep inside me.
Sweat cooled on our skin, the air thick with the scent of s*x, musk, c*m, and the faint incense from morning mass. I could feel his breath hot against my neck, a silent chuckle vibrating through him as if this were all a game, a divine joke at my expense.
"Father Jacob? You there?" The knock persisted, each rap like a nail in my coffin.
Ethan shifted slightly, his hand clamping over my mouth to stifle any involuntary sound. His eyes sparkled with mischief, that boyish grin pulling at his lips even in
