He’s a priest that I’ve corrupted. He knows my role. I’m still afraid though. Fear that after he wakes he’ll never want these moments with me again.
Ewen wakes during my internal war of what-if. He looks even sweeter in the early morning light. His blond curls unruly. His eyes lighter, almost like crystals plucked from the bluest ofoceans. Before this serene moment is squandered I lean in and place the lightest of kisses on his lips. He returns it with a deeper one. The urge to make out again is strong, but we need food. And I’m fearful I’ll take things too far. He’s an innocent soul. I have time to corrupt him.
Pulling back takes everything in me. “We need breakfast,” I say, even though I could devour him and still feel empty.
He traces his finger along my brow. “I guess you’re right. But I prefer laying in your bed.”
Fuck me, he’s seductive without even trying. The voice inside me screams to stay but the rational side knows we can’t.
I contemplate saying fuck it, but I don’t. He rises from the bed, still wearing his clothes from yesterday. Ewen scratches his jaw where a decent five o’clock shadow has formed. He’s had a beard before, and it looked delicious on him. And after feeling the scrape of it against my flesh, I’m even more of a fan of it.
Reaching out his hand to help me, I accept it. He pulls me up with the most enticing gleam in his eyes. He gives me a predatory look. Oh, how the tables have turned.
Ewen refrains though, still too innocent to take what he wants. In time my sweet priest.
We go to the kitchen, and I open the fridge to see Fiona not only cleaned it but fully stocked it with ready to eat meals. My sister is such a wonderful person, always thinking of others.
“We have mini quiche, muffins, or a breakfast casserole. Which sounds good to you?” I ask. He’s rummaging through cabinets probably looking for coffee. Clearly he isn’t as familiar with my place as I am with his.
Once he’s found where I keep the pods, he slaps one into the machine. “I’m fine with whatever. You’re the one who needs something to heal. You choose.” He opens my fridge and pulls out the half and half. “How do you like your coffee?”
“Black, like my soul.” I laugh at my own joke. He rolls his eyes, then hands me a mug full of black gold. I wasn’t lying about how I like my coffee. I started drinking black coffee because that’s how Grandpa Bran said a real man drinks it, and I’ve never questioned a thing he’s ever told me.
We eat the muffins, not feeling eggs or anything heavy right now. Once we’re done Ewen hops up and cleans everything. For being here such a short time, he seems very comfortable here. Good. I want him as comfortable as possible in my space.
He looks around nervously. “What’s wrong?” I ask.
“I need to run home to shower and change. And I have a few other things to take care of.”
I motion upstairs. “Go take a shower. I have clothes you can borrow. I’ll throw yours in the wash if you want. And later we can take care of your errands, or whatever.” I told him I need him here, even got him the time away from the church. I’m afraid if he leaves our bubble of bliss will pop, and we’ll go back to just being friends. He said he feels for me, but will those emotions go away with distance? “Mi casa es su casa.”
He laughs. Of all the corny jokes I crack, that’s the one that gets him to laugh.
I walk over and hug him. “You said you needed to stay and take care of me. This is the best way.” I place a tiny kiss on his neck just below his ear. “Go. Use anything you want in the bathroom.” Reluctantly I release him and give him a gentle push toward the stairs, willing him to go without arguing.
“Okay, but let me at least grab my bag. I have a toothbrush in there.”
Being dramatic I roll my eyes in agreement.
After I convince him to stay, I give him a tour of my place. Showing him where the laundry room is, I watch as he throws clothes in to clean. I try to take his bag, but he continues to swat my hand away. I grab him a towel and give him the layout of where everything he’ll need is in the bathroom.
Once I hear the shower turn on, I head into my closet and grab him a basic shirt. Then hit my dresser for some sweats, socks, and boxers. Once I have them neatly stacked on the bed I look toward the door of my en suite.
My thoughts instantly turn to dark, dirty things. All the things I want to do to a naked, wet Ewen. The thoughts get filthier the more I think. I get bored waiting and go to take a little peek. He’s been in there awhile. I’ll use the excuse of telling him the clothes are on the bed as the reason for popping my head in.
The sight that greets me takes my breath away. Ewen is in the shower and I am thanking his God for my desire to have a free-standing glass shower. He’s got his back to me, and he’s fully naked. His ass makes me want to weep with pleasure. I’ve checked it out every time I’ve seen him and always wondered how good it would look exposed. My imagination never gave him something so perfect.
His naked body is like a magnet pulling me in. I shed my clothes and slide into the shower behind him. He must be lost in his thoughts because he doesn’t notice me until I slide my arm around his smooth stomach. His gasp is music to my ears. But the best thing? He doesn’t pull away. He stays there, allowing me to be this close to him while we wear nothing but the water falling from above.
I saw his dick the first time we met. I swallowed it down like a starved man finally being given food. I always dreamed of seeing him naked, but I never had the actual image until now.
All is right until I start to slide my hand down. He grabs my wrist to halt my movement. “I…I just want to feel you against me.”
He’s still shy about sexual things. Rightfully so, he’s a virginal priest. He once said he doesn’t masturbate. Has that changed in all these years? I want to bring him ecstasy, but I don’t want to force him this time. I don’t want to bring him to climax under the ruse of dying if he doesn’t allow me to.
I bring my hand back to rest where it was and start kissing his neck. He hasn’t stopped those yet. He tilts his head to the side, granting me better access. Kissing along the slope, I move from his ear down to his shoulder. I bite down—not hard but in a claiming way. The bite is a shockwave to his system. He moans loudly and his ass shoots straight back, sending him into my erection. When I give the spot a tender kiss to soothe the ache his hand comes up and he weaves his fingers into my hair, holding me in place.
My kisses continue to travel back up toward his neck while my hand ventures south again. This time though, he doesn’t stop me. He’s so into this moment he seems willing to let me touch all of him.
