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The way her lips parted, breathing faster and faster as I connected withher.
The way her neck leaned back, seekingme.
My thrusts accelerated. I found a faster gear. Slicker, smoother, more pleasurable and more under me, which triggered my orgasm. I spilled into her, ramming her so hard I was scared I hurt her, but losing all restraint with her. Knowing I needed her at all times. Not just herbody.
Her beautifulself.
Clean from the release, my legs buckled and then I regained my balance. She breathed hard, her arms still braced against thesink.
I gathered her in my arms, my pants still undone, and kissed hergently.
I wanted to tell her what I’d experienced. That she was at the same time someone I honored and someone I couldn’t believe I got to touch. I sighed. Notyet.
After we cleaned up, I squeezed her tight from behind, while looking at her in themirror.
I’d completely lost control. I just had sex in a cathedral, so overcome by needing to touch this woman that I didn’t even know what I was doing. The disciplined part of my brain turned off with her, and I turned into something ancient and primal, driven by passion and lust, notthought.
Or rather, when I did think of her, all I thought was how much she meant to me. How much I adored her and wanted her to be mine. How giving into this emotion felt so right. Even in the wrongplace.
That it meant I was offering myself to her. Foralways.
I wanted to tell her. But she already was so tentative, so likely to skedaddle. Toorisky.
One more kiss. Then time togo.
As we opened the door, a line of three nuns was outside waiting in the hallway to go to thebathroom.
Great.
I’d thought that I was going to hell before. Now I knew Iwas.
Once again, she was onto something. She didn’t have much use for institutions, like the military, formal funerals, the church. And once again, following her nonconformist ways meant that I was really living, not justexisting.
We left the cathedral holdinghands.
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“Iwant a sandwich,”Didi translated slowly, reading from a copied page inSpanish.
“Good.” Dani consulted her notes. “Next.”
If I thought it was difficult sitting in Dani’s class before, now it was downright impossible. With every swish of her skirt, I thought about her legs. With every word she spoke, I thought about the way her mouth felt on my cock. While we tried not to make eye contact too much, the fact that we weren’t making contact was probably obvious to anyone payingattention.
I should just quit the class. She didn’t need me as adistraction.
But it was two hours, three days a week that I got to spend with her. Hard to quit that. And my GI Bill wouldn’t like it if I quit, although I had money tostay.
At the end of class after everyone had filed out, I lingered in the back. She swished down the aisle, glanced around quickly, and planted a quick kiss on my lips, leaning over the desk. “You packed for theweekend?”
“Absolutely. Can’twait.”
A dark haired man knocked on the doorjamb, and Dani straightened up quickly, arranging her face to appear more professorial. He started talking to her in Spanish. He must have been a teacher oradministrator.
Had he seen thatkiss?
