Tasting the Forbidden - A Mayhem Erotica Anthology (8 page)

Could it be that God had sent me the same gift? Could this truly be what my Lord and Savior wanted for me—a life where I would know the touch and love of another? I’d been waiting for him to answer, to
give
me the strength to act according to the oath I’d taken, but perhaps I hadn’t gauged the signs, or lack thereof, correctly.

“
Therefore, my friends, I want you to know that through Jesus the forgiveness of sins is proclaimed to you. Through him everyone who believes is set free from every sin…”
⁴

I only hoped the apostle, Paul, was right.

Ϯ

“Would you have dinner with me? I would like to take you to a proper restaurant, but I don’t wish to feed the rumor mill. Will the rectory be satisfactory?”

I owed her at least that much. She’d been extraordinarily patient with me and my penchant for
stage left
exits. I’d contacted her early this morning, eager to give my apologies and ask her to join me in my evening meal.

“I understand, Grady. Does this mean we will have time to discuss… our situation?” Her pause indicated she was unsure of where I was with my feelings toward her. She had laid her cards on the table, and it was time I showed her what was in my hand as well.

“Yes, I look forward to talking with you. Is six o’clock satisfactory?”

“Yes. I’m looking forward to it.”

“As am I. Until then.”

Ϯ

She arrived at my door promptly at six. She was in a summer dress, falling just above the knee. Her cardigan sweater didn’t hide the cotton straps tied at her shoulders. My thoughts immediately went to the quick actions that would release the garment from her body.

Two tugs and she would be bared to me. I imagined her in delicate lace, white and pure with her legs ending in heels matching the pink flush that appeared as she stood before me, reluctant.

“Please, come in. Forgive my pause, but you look simply radiant.” She leaned forward and grabbed my hand. She pulled me closer, her body molding to mine as we embraced. Our bodies connected and her arms wrapped around my neck. As her head rested on my shoulder, she inhaled deeply, taking me in. My arms went to her waist, then to her back. I’d experienced rapture in my lifetime in my connection with God, but nothing compared to what I was feeling holding Beth. Her scent was euphoric, and the feel of her body pressed to me was bliss. I never wanted to leave this moment.

“It’s just as I thought it would be.” Had her lips not been so close to my ear, I wouldn’t have heard her. She had imagined this—us—just as I had. Our connection was undeniable, and for the first time in years, I forgot
who
and
what
I was. The absence of my standard black was replaced—at least for tonight—by that of a man with no obligations, no vows to hinder his desires. Her lip cautiously touched my ear, seeking permission, asking if I wanted her touch. Little did she know that after tonight, I would no longer want it, I would
need
it.

“Yes,” I whispered into her hair. We had only gotten to the foyer of the house, but already I was on fire with lust and longing. Her mouth melted the path of skin from my ear to my own lips, stopping at the corner. She’d taken the lead thus far and needed me to make the moment complete. I had to take this step to make the forbidden a reality.

Our kiss was feverish as our hands roamed, seeking out depths hidden beneath clothing and skin. “Supper,” I mumbled, trying to quell the fire we’d set. We broke apart after several moments, looking for regret in the other’s eyes. As Beth gazed into mine, she saw no remorse, only the question of when we could do
that
again. Her face revealed the same, but we retired to the kitchen table anyway, understanding the need to take our time. There was an unspoken understanding that this night would end the way we’d both dreamed of since the first day we met.

Ϯ

“Would you like more wine?” I asked her, hoping to keep our easy conversation going.

“Are you hoping to get me drunk in order to seduce me?” It was a playful question with no malice in her tone.

“My seduction has backfired tremendously if you caught on to my game this early.”

“On the contrary, your seduction has been very successful,” she said as she shed her sweater, draping it on the back of her chair. I was now able to see the bare skin of her chest and shoulders, the shadow where her clavicle dipped on either side of her neck. She dipped her finger in her wine and drew a line along the top of her dress hem, just above her cleavage.

“I think you’re the one who needs more wine.” She’d wet her finger heavily in the red liquid and a drop was now running down her chest, ready to escape my tongue. But there was no escape. I crossed to her side of the table quickly and pulled her from her chair. It screeched on the floor with the haste that I removed its occupant, landing with a loud smack as it hit the floor. My tongue was determined not to lose the wine I’d been offered as I quickly lapped at the drip, then lower, not wanting to miss even the tiniest drop.

As I continued to lick her skin, I had an urge to rip her clothing from her body and throw her forcefully onto the table, the remnants of dinner be damned. I pulled the top of her dress down to expose her breast. I tasted and tugged. I lavished her with small kisses and nips. She moaned when I pulled her nipple into my mouth, my teeth capturing and flicking. Her hands went to my waist and then palmed the front of my jeans, but her caresses only spurred me further. My gentle attentions escalated into rough tugs and bites.

“Please don’t stop.”

Never.

My head was dizzy with her flavor still lingering in my mouth. She dropped to her knees—the same knees I once wondered for whom they’d been in front of—now knowing there hadn’t been an offering before me. Her hands hastily unbuttoned my pants, tugging them down. Her hand reached inside my boxers and pulled me out, her eyes looking up to see if I agreed with her silent proposal. I reached down with my hand and swept her hair back, then palmed the back of her head and pulled her mouth toward me. I was already erect with thoughts of our impending tryst as inspiration. Her hand reached forward and her thumb brushed over my tip. The sensation caused me to jerk at the spark that jolted through me.

She descended upon me with veracity, taking me in her mouth with force. My mind swam, and the devil inside me reared up offering his forked tongue. The words that spilled forth were vile, and ignited me like never before. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted to say them.

Her teeth grazed my skin as her tongue massaged me… my cock. She pulled back, pressing her lips around me. The pressure she created left me spineless, like jelly in her capable hands. I could only lean back against the kitchen table, bracing myself for the pleasure Beth was bringing me. Her assault continued, lavishing me with her capable hands and warm, moist mouth. It was happening too quickly and I needed to focus on something else for a moment.

“Did you…
oh
… know that the spilling of…
God
… of man’s seed…
holy
… isn’t a sin…
mmm
… it’s… shit!” My religious diatribe did nothing to deter the pleasure coursing through my body as I came in her mouth. The guilt was building inside me at the thought of Beth’s innocence lost.

“Waste not, want not,” she replied with a smile, tucking me back into my pants. “I want to do that again.”

I wanted to let her.

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“What are we doing? Please don’t tell me you plan on praying.” I turned and looked at her as I pulled her up the aisle of the church. I was counting the pews as we passed, a final countdown to my demise, reaching my ultimate sin.

After Beth had gone down on me in the kitchen, we’d moved to the living room, continuing to pleasure each other. While I hadn’t reciprocated with my mouth, I’d felt her inside—her wetness—soaking my fingers as I stroked her to the end. She came with her mouth open, a quiet cry escaping her lips.

I wanted to bring her that feeling every day, to see her erupt just from my touch. I could now see that my love for God was nothing compared to the love I’d developed for this woman. But the demon was inside me—the serpent no longer a temptation—for now
I
was the proverbial snake. I’d had dreams about the sordid things I wanted to tempt her with, say to her… do to her.

I’m going to hell anyway, so why not...

“Not here,” I’d told her on the sofa, grabbing my keys from the hook by the door and taking her next door to the church. I pulled her along, not because she was unwilling, but because she wanted me to take the lead. She needed me to be her savior, her rescuer.

After entering through the side door and rushing up the aisle, we stopped at the chancel where I began to explain. “I want to
take
you before God on the altar. I want
him
to know what his sacrifice was for when he died on that cross.” I pointed toward the apery of Christ’s suffering hanging on the wall above us. She licked her lips, her eyes darting down my chest. “I want him to see what I do to you, to see the pleasure I bring as you come. I want you to look at his face—the blood, tears, and thorns—reminding you he died so that I could have you… ravish you. I want to taste your pussy, have my cock surrounded by you, buried in you, and I want to do it all on this altar, this table of offering. I want you naked and screaming while I claim you, and when I’m done, you’ll know who you belong to, that I will be the one to answer when you cry out for
God
.

“Me… only me.”

She turned to look at the nearly clear preparation table before her. Only the cream-colored altar cloth remained, the chalice and ciborium tucked safely in the tabernacle. Her approach was reverent, her hands cautiously reaching and then smoothing over the Maltese cross embroidered on the center of the linen. With delicate ease, she gathered and folded the cloth, then placed it on the center Sanctuary chair. She turned slowly, her eyes cast to the floor as she approached me once again. Her hands slid up my clothed chest, her eyes following until both reached my face. “I’m ready.”

I was wild, wanting to take her inside of me, to make us one in body, mind, and soul. My lips, then teeth, sought her skin. I tasted all of her exposed flesh, basking in in her scent and flavor. I lifted her, her weight seemingly nothing, and placed her—like a reverent object—on the altar. She lay back, a feast before me, while her hands slid down her chest to her stomach. Slowly, she inched her sweater up, exposing the tight skin of her belly, then further to expose the round bottoms of her breasts, still bare after our earlier exploration. “Touch me,” was her plea. Her voice was ripe with pain, my hands the salve she was seeking.

“Blessed are you, Lord, God of all creation. Through your goodness, I have this woman in offer, which earth has given and divine hands have made. It will become for me the fruit of life.” She moaned as my hands drew her panties down her legs.

“Blessed be God forever,” was her strangled reply. My tongue sought the tender white flesh of her thigh, trailing up to the pink skin of her pussy. Her lips were clean with a small patch of hair on her pubis, a reminder that she was a woman. I took her into my mouth, sucking and lapping at her sacred vessel. Her cries were soft, but imploring. Her hips rocked and thrust to my face, attempting to quench my thirst as her essence warmed my mouth. My hand grabbed for her breast, only to feel her fingers already there, teasing and pinching her nipple. Our fingers twined, and I joined her in their delicious torture. Her voice cracked, her subtle moans and whimpers now uninhibited sobs. There were no coherent words, just needy sounds as she wordlessly begged for more.

Her hands then clutched her spread thighs, and I mimicked her move, pushing her open further, exposing her fully. Her pussy was quivering, trembling from my greedy drinking. My mind wanted to see her explode again, her mouth wide open while her body went rigid with her pleasure, but I was aching, my cock hard and impatient.

I swiftly pulled her from the table to her feet. I kissed her mouth, enjoying that I could share my experience with her, share her gift, letting her know what she tasted like. Then I turned her so that she could see the empty audience. There was no congregation before her, only deserted pews that would be filled with parishioners at a later time. “They won’t know the worship that has taken place, the true sacrifice I’ve made or the sanctity, which I’ve broken here tonight. Only you will know how deep my love for you is. Only you will know what I am giving up, and what I am thanking God for.”

I undressed her the rest of the way, her sweater thrown to the altar before us, her panties and skirt carelessly tossed to the floor. I removed my own clothing, in between soft kisses to her shoulders, back, and buttocks. Once all barriers were removed, I covered her body with mine. My hands sought her breasts again, caressing her nipples until hard. My cock nestled in her ass, seeking her warmth and wetness, only sated once it found home. “Deliver us, Lord, from every evil, and grant us peace in our day. In your mercy keep us free from sin, and protect us from all anxiety as we wait in joyful hope for the coming of our Savior...” I whispered the words in her ear as I thrust into her for the first time. I couldn’t help but moan, “Jesus Christ.”