Page 8 of Damnation
“Thomas. You’re…you’re on top of me.”
I blink, as if the very idea of how this would look to others had just now crossed my own mind. In this moment, I feel her everywhere. I feel her legs resting on either side of my own. I feel my thigh pressed against her center, the warmth of it forcing my length to twitch in desire. She must be able to feel me because her body stills at the feeling.
My eyes slowly move from where we are tangled to her own.
“Apologies, Mrs. Good.”
“Sarah,” she says, just above a whisper, her chest heaving as she does.
My gaze moves down to see her left breast desperate to escape the confines of her dress. I watch her hardened nipple strain against the wet fabric to the point my own mouth waters with desire, craving nothing more than taking her into my mouth.
An action I never could have imagined in all my forty years on this world, Sarah’s hand slowly lifts, shaky fingers grasping the top of her fabric, dragging it down to expose her breast.
“Does this please you, Thomas?”
A growl akin to an animal rolls through my chest as my eyes greedily take in the sight before me. I’m struggling in this moment. Every bit of decorum and strength I have is being tested as I look upon this perfect woman, offering herself to me as if she were the meal I’ve long craved.
“I am a man of God,” I say through clenched teeth.
“And I, a woman of God,” she agrees.
“This is wrong. ‘Tis adultery,” I say as my hand comes down, skating across the silky, smooth skin of her breast.
Her back arches, a breathy sigh escaping her as she nods.
“‘Tis indeed.”
My hand cups her full breast, holding it into my hand as I lower my mouth to her. I feel the good, holy man I know myself to be leaving my body as a sinner of moral depravity takes over. And my apologies to you, God, I welcome him.
“Tell me to stop, Sarah. Tell me that you do not want me. Tell me you never wish to lay eyes on me again, nor have my touch upon your skin,” I practically beg.
She looks down at me before I feel her hand cup the back of my head. Her fingers lightly run through my hair, and for a moment, I close my eyes at the comfort it brings me. When I open my eyes again, Sarah is watching me with a look that is akin to the feeling inside me.
Fear, desperation, desire.
“I cannot lie to you, Thomas.”
That is it. That is all it takes to transform me from a good, holy man of God to a sinner bound for hell.
My mouth wraps around her nipple, tongue swirling around the stiff peak as she gasps with pleasure, rubbing her center against me with desperate need. I afford her breasts all the attention I can possibly give, and then some, before my hands move to her dress, lifting it up to her hips and exposing her naked body. It is perfection.
I am fumbling with my belt buckle, peeling off my clothes as fast as I can manage before I am lining myself to her. Sarah’s legs fall open, welcoming me inside her, but I don’t push. Instead, I stay there a moment, dragging the tip of myself through her. She is so wet and so warm, practically luring me inside. I have laid my lips upon her skin, for that is true, but this, this is the moment that will be unforgivable, detestable. I feel my morality shaking as I grapple with what to do next.
“Once we do this…there is no going back, Sarah,” I say, my voice straining.
Conflict rises on her face as she frowns.
“Should we not?”
I could scream. Do not do this to me. Do not make me the decider. I would have given anything for her to push down on me, taking away my hand and absolving me of guilt, truly, because I already know I have no choice in this matter.
Keeping myself lined up to her without pushing in, I rest my nose against hers, cupping her face tenderly.
“No, we should not.”
My lips press to hers in the same moment I push inside her. Sarah whimpers as I ease myself inside her, inch by inch. Her tongue swirls against my own, forcing me to pull out of her before thrusting back in harder this time. In a moment that will no doubt be my most ashamed to face on judgement day, I’ve never felt so good in all my life.
She holds me tight, clenching me in a way that has me ready to finish in an instant. I want this to last, though. I pull away from her lips, though I don’t last long before stealing another kiss and another. Addiction. Far greater than any tobacco or drink anyone could ever offer. Sarah Good is human embodied addiction. I’m sure of it now that God put her on this earth just to tempt me, and I’m ashamed to say, temptation won. I’m not sorry, though.
