The weeks that followed were a repetition of the events in the same order.

Confession. Lust. Intense make-out. Spontaneous, steamy sex. Guilt. Confession again.

Right back from the top.

They were openly sinning in the sacred place of confession, yet, neither of them could keep their hands away from the other.

What had started as an inability to control their lustful desires, has turned into a deliciously wicked addiction.

The priest knew how to use his cock, and Ana was always ready to take him.

Over the weeks, they’d worked towards putting an end to their repetitive sin, but each time, she’d ended up either bent over the confession table, Jeremy slamming his cock into her wetness from behind, or hoisted against the wall, with her legs over his shoulders.

God. This was so difficult…

Sitting alone in the confession booth, Jeremy’s mind overflowed with guilt.

He was here to make a personal confession to God.

But just as the words formed on his lips, he sniffed her out from a distance away. Lavender..mixed with orchid.

It was intoxicating.

What was she doing here again?

They had both agreed the sessions ended the previous week.

He watched silently as she walked into the booth, setting her purse down on the table.

“Don’t look at me that way,” she said, making a sign of the cross. “I’m here to confess.”

“This is wrong, Ana,” he cut in abruptly, his face taut with suppressed desire and agitation. “What we did is wrong, and I haven’t been able to forgive myself since then. Don’t you feel any guilt?”

“I do,” Ana replied, her heart racing as she stared up at the priest, “so much that it steals my sleep. But then, do you know what bothers me much more than this guilt I feel?”

When he said nothing, she pushed on, closing the distance between them. “It’s this attraction I feel for you, Jeremy. I want you so bad, and heaven knows why the fuck I’m attracted to a priest.”

“You know,” she chuckled, licking her lips, “sometimes I wonder if you think about fucking me the same way I do about you. But then, I remember you’re an ordained of Christ, and I shouldn’t cross that line, but I can’t help it…”

Jeremy felt the small stirs of compassion in his heart, as he stared down at her. But then, alongside that compassion, was temptation, riding on the coattails of passion, lust.

He took a few steps back from her, fighting the thrashing desire that reared its ugly head, his gelding tightening. “Go,” he urged, turning away from her.

But Ana didn’t let him go.

She grabbed him by the wrist instead. “I know you want me as much as I want you, Jeremy. But if you’re going to shy away from it, you might as well—“

Jeremy suddenly picked her off the floor in one quick, firm sweep, without warning, heaving her onto the table and watching her from beneath hooded eyes. “I guess it goes without saying,” he murmured, staring down at her chest that rose and fell quickly, his face heated with desire. “I’ve wanted you ever since the day I saw you in the chapel, Ana,” he added, “and it drives me insane that there are certain boundaries I can’t cross with you.”

“Why not? I mean, we have already..a few times now.”

“I know,” he murmured, caressing her bottom lip with his thumb. “I can’t keep breaking my oaths, though,” he added, “but by God, Ana,” his fingers snaked up her thighs and slipped into her wetness, “I want you as bad as you want me.”

“Then take me,” she moaned, her eyes widening beautifully, her fingers snaking up his chest. “We can just ask for,” she gasped, her eyes rolling backwards as he pushed his fingers deeper into her. Then she licked her lips, her cheeks stained pink. “We could just ask for forgiveness later, together.”

His jaw clenched hard with suppressed control, he nudged her thighs further apart, slipping more fingers into her. “Do you think we’d be forgiven?”

She shrugged, her rapturous gaze falling on the bulge that rubbed against her thighs. “I believe so.”

As he gazed down at her throbbing core, his fingers pressing into her thighs, one could see clearly, the agony and turmoil in his eyes as he battled between what was right and wrong.

“Jeremy..”

“One last time,” he rasped, taking a step back from her and pulling the cassock over his head. Then he walked over to the door and bolted it shut, turning to her. “I’m going to make love to you one last time, and then we call it quits.” He paused a foot away from her, unzipping his fly. “What do you say?”

She swallowed hard, her heart racing excitedly as she bobbed her head up and down in a quiet nod, and when his cock finally sprang free from his briefs, thick, full, and veiny, she let out a gasp of pleasure, rubbing her palm over the length.

Covering her hand with his, he massaged his cock, leaning down to kiss her again, this time with even more passion and longing and yearning.

And as his tip rubbed against her entrance, her muscles clenched tightly, straining from all the pent-up desires and fantasies she’d carried around for months.

“You’re really beautiful,” he murmured, caressing his thumb over her bottom lip gently, sensuously, and when he finally pushed into her, his cock filling her completely, they both gasped in mind-blowing bliss, staying still for a moment.

Leaning his face down, he locked his lips with hers, kissing her deeply, then he started to move against her, grinding deep and slow at first.

“God,” he groaned in a strained voice, his eyes moving over her face in rapturous wonder. “You’re so fucking tight, Ana. Fuck.” He quickly pulled out and ducked his head towards her pussy, to her surprise.

“Hold on, I wanna taste you,” he mumbled, nudging her thighs apart, and as he stuck out his tongue and lapped at her throbbing folds, she trembled in his arms.

Eventually, when she couldn’t take it anymore, she slid off the table, nudging him off.

“What’s the matter?” He demanded, furrowing his brows at her.

“Come here,’ she said, taking him by the wrist and guiding him onto the table, “I want you inside me, Jeremy,” she rasped in a sultry voice, watching him from beneath a hooded gaze, as she threw a leg on the table, straddling him.

“What you’re doing with your tongue is driving me insane.” She grabbed his shaft and guided it into her, and as she adjusted, sitting properly atop him, she started to move against him, slowly, sensuously, whining her waist in circular, mind-blowing motions that sent Jeremy tethering close to the edge a little too soon.

She sucked in her breath as his large palms closed over her breast, fondling and massaging. “Are we sure this is the last time we do this, Jeremy?

Even after they sought forgiveness, they would sin, yet again.