James panicked when he heard her climaxing scream. He knew someone would have heard her cry, and would be hurrying to investigate the noise. He got to his knees, and scooped her lush, quivering body into his arms, the torn shift trailing behind him as he ran. He kicked her discarded clothes under a bench as he hurried past, searching for a place to conceal her until she could recover from the shattering orgasm. His heart pounded in his chest, as he heard the sound of voices and footsteps on the stone walkway outside the side entrance. He ducked into the confessional booth, just as he heard the door creak open and voices call out. He stood Lena on her feet against the back wall of the booth, and pulled the hood of his dark robe over his head. She was shaking uncontrollably, so he pressed himself against her, holding her tightly in his arms, willing the men outside to move on quickly.
Lena couldn’t stop her body from trembling. The combination of the glorious aftershocks of her orgasm, the fear of discovery, and the mind-numbing bliss of his hard cock pressed against her body once more, left her without any control over her body. She looked up at James’ face, hoping desperately for comfort, forgiveness, or at least assurance of safety. And for the first time, their eyes met. Lena saw all of the lust, passion, confusion, and pain that she felt reflected back in his eyes, and she felt tears begin to slip down her cheeks. “I am so sorry. I did not mean… I couldn’t help… Please forgive me, Fath…” Her whispered stutters were stopped with a heart-wrenching kiss, as James pressed his lips against hers. He pulled her closer, kissing her deeply, his burning lips claiming her mouth as though he could reach her soul. She could taste her own sweetness on his tongue as he swirled it into her mouth, and she stifled a whimper as she crushed herself against him.
He pulled away from the kiss. “James. I am only James to you now…sweetest Lena.” He whispered her name in the softest breath, and buried his face in her hair again, kissing the top of her head. James stood holding her in his arms until her trembling calmed and the searching footsteps moved out of the sanctuary. When he heard the side door close, he sagged onto the wooden bench, pulling her into his lap and wrapping his arms around her once more. “I do not know what to do with you. I have felt more joy and more pain in this one day than ever before in my life. I do not understand why this has happened. I was never meant to hold a woman in my arms, and yet, I cannot stop holding you. I should never have touched you. Please forgive…” And it was her turn to stop his words with a kiss.
She held his face in her hands, and kissed his eyes, his worried forehead, his heated cheeks, and his delicious mouth. “There is nothing for me to forgive. James.” His name was like honey on her tongue, and she tasted the sweet intimacy of it. She felt his hands begin to stroke her back, as their kisses became more intense. Sparks of heat coursed through her body, as the back of his hand slipped gently along her side, brushing the curves of her breast, waist, hip, thigh. Her arms slid around his neck, and the torn remnants of the cotton shift slipped to the floor unnoticed. Then his palm followed the curvaceous line back up her body, pressing heat deeper into the core of her body. She squirmed in his lap, feeling the shaft of his cock harden and press against her thighs. She wanted to hold him in her arms, wrap her body around him, and never let him go. His hands were everywhere on her body, rubbing, pressing, teasing, caressing every inch of her smoldering skin, and she was delirious with the sensations he created.
