“Julia,” he whispers with his deep husky voice.
“Yes, my love?”
His eyes meet mine. “I am your love, aren’t I? You love me?”
“With all that I am.” I brush my fingers across his cheek. “Since I was just a girl.” I take his hand and place it over my heart. “But I’m not a girl anymore, Diego.”
“No.” He swallows hard. “No, you’re not.” His eyes hungrily roam my body. “You are definitely a woman.”
“Your woman.”
Diego drags his hand down my bodice, barely grazing my breast. I moan softly from the too brief touch. When his eyes meet mine again, it’s like witnessing an explosion. He grabs the top of my dress and with both hands rips it open, sending the delicate pearl buttons scattering across the floor. I gasp, both from the shock and pure erotic excitement of it. Before I can recover, Diego’s mouth finds my cleavage as he buries his face between my breasts, his strong grip kneading them through my bra. He’s breathing hard, like a starving man who just found food. I hold his head to me, lost in the sensation of his teeth grazing my hardened nipples through the material. He tugs a strap down, revealing my flesh, and briefly gazes at them before plunging in again. He sucks and bites and kneads as though he can’t get enough.
I reach down trying to find an opening to his cassock, fumbling over the buttons until I’m successful, only to be met with his slacks beneath. His lips continue to assault my breasts, my neck, my mouth as Diego moans against my lips. I tear at the buttons of his slacks, freeing the beast contained beneath. He wears nothing under his clothes and my hand finds his erection quickly. He exhales sharply, increasing the intensity of his kiss, until I tear myself away enough to slide to my knees. Gazing up at him, he cups my chin, whispering my name.
“This is my altar, Father.”
I slide my mouth over his amazing cock, thrilled to finally have it, see it, touch it. Diego throws his head back in pleasure as he buries his fingers in my hair, encouraging me to suck him deeper into my mouth. I do my best, lost in the pleasure and sensation of his pulsating flesh down my throat. Diego’s moans sound like heaven to me, more beautiful than all the church bells in Rome.
Suddenly, he pulls away and lifts my arm, twisting me around and pressing me against his desk. He tugs at my dress as we kiss, and I help him get it off. Diego moves to my stomach and without completely pulling my panties off, presses his mouth between my legs.
“Julia. Fuck.”
I’m shocked by his sudden swearing, but even more turned on. He yanks the panties to the side baring my nakedness to him. He stares for a moment, dragging a finger over it, before diving straight in. His tongue, god his tongue, goes straight for my clit, sending electric shock waves through my body. He is loud, moaning and sucking. The noise he makes is such a turn on, I might come just from the sound of it. He opens my legs as wide as possible, gripping one breast as he gorges himself between my legs.
“Oooh, Diego…ooooh shit.”
“Come for me, Julia. I need it.”
“Keep doing that. Suck my clit.”
“Like this?” He sucks so hard I feel lightheaded. When his fingers join the party, I arch my back, trying to get as much of him as possible.
“Yes! Ooooh yes! I’m gonna come, Diego. Now!”
The impact of my orgasm leaves me breathless. I lie, eyes closed, breathing hard on his desk, but when I open them, Diego is watching me, stroking his impressive cock.
“Make love to me.”
“Yes?” He removes the rest of his clothes, letting them fall to the floor.
“Yes, please, Diego. I need to feel you inside of me.”
He says nothing, but moves closer to enter me, slowing pushing inside. Our eyes are locked together and we both know without words, this changes everything. We can never go back. His vows are broken. He is mine now.
Diego begins to move, slowly at first, but then his fiery passion takes over and I’m being pounded on this beautiful old desk. Diego buries his face in the crook of my neck, whispering how amazing I feel, how beautiful I am, how lucky he is. I want him to tell me he loves me. Now. Today. Not ten years ago under a tree.
“Diego,” I whisper. “Tell me how you feel. Please. I need to hear it.”
He’s silent, only his heavy breathing making a sound. I wrap my legs and arms around him, holding him as tightly as possible, opening my body to him, feeling him sink even deeper. I know he’s close to the edge. I can feel his body stiffening, his pace quickening, the muscles in his arms and back straining. He lifts his head, our eyes meeting, his hair falling over his face. The moment his orgasm hits, he exhales sharply as a groan escapes his lips. He keeps his eyes on mine as the aftershocks ripple through us both.
I reach up and cup his cheek. “Diego?”
“I love you, Julia.” His voice is so soft it’s barely audible. “I love you more than anything I’ve ever loved. I’ve loved you almost all my life, and I love you now. I think I will love you until I die.”
“Oh, Diego. That’s beautiful.”
“It’s true. I love you enough to break the only vows I ever made. I don’t know what’s next, but I know without a doubt that I am the happiest I’ve ever been right now in this moment with you.”
I rise up enough to kiss his gorgeous mouth. “I love you. Forever, Diego.”
A smile barely pulls at his lips. “Forever. That would be amazing.” He pulls out of me and we both wince. I look down to see our shared orgasms trickle down my leg. “Ah shit.”
“What?” I drag my finger through it. “You like seeing this?”
“Yeah.”
I suck my finger into my mouth as he releases a soft groan. “I like it too.”
“Come upstairs. Stay with me.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
∞∞∞
Hours later, I lie my head on Diego’s chest, completely spent from exploring each other’s bodies. His breath is soft, but I know he’s awake since he’s stroking my hair. I twist my head to gaze up at him.
“Is that the first time you’ve had sex in seven years?”
“Five. That’s how long I’ve been a priest.”
“What was it like?”
“Worth waiting five years.” He shifts slightly. “It was even better than the numerous fantasies I’ve had.”
“Me too.”
Diego’s hand slides down my body and rests between my legs. “You are amazing. Your mouth, your tits, your pussy.” My eyes open wide as a giggle escapes my lips. “What?”
“You just said pussy. And tits.”
Diego grins. “I did. You think because I’m a priest, I don’t know those words anymore?”
“You barely swear so it’s a big shift.”
“Lying here with you I feel released. Unrestricted from all the expectations my work places on me. If you were my priest, I would confess to you the things that run through my mind.”
“I am your priest, Diego. My body is your altar. My pussy your sacrament.”
Diego grips my neck and kisses me hard. “I am in awe of you.”
“Tell me your secrets. Tell me the things you tell no one.”
He plays with my fingers for a few silent moments. “In my head, I’m the same Diego I always was. I’m the kid that snuck out to hook up. I had a fake ID to get into bars and drink. I did my share of drugs. I fucked a lot.”
I nod as he continues.
“The day I met you I was really out of control. My aunt couldn’t wait until I turned eighteen to get rid of me, but I did her one better and took off at seventeen. I took what little was left of my mom’s insurance policy she left me, and I came to Rome. I was so lost, Julia. I didn’t know what to do with my life, but for some reason I thought coming to Italy would give me answers. I would wake up and work odd jobs to get money and food. I seduced a lot of women to have a place to sleep at night.” He smiles. “One day I saw a woman that looked like you from afar. I ran up to her convinced it was you, but of co
urse it wasn’t. It made me realize how much I still wanted you and what I felt like I lost even though I knew you for such a short time. I always thought you were meant for me, but I didn’t deserve you and that’s why you were taken away.”
“Oh, Diego.”
“One night after many nights of just too much partying, I woke up getting my ass beat by the husband of the woman I just fucked. I was so drunk I didn’t even know where I was. I stumbled away and wound up in front of a church. I fell asleep there and in the morning, a man helped me inside and offered me coffee. I told him everything and I cried.” His eyes meet mine. “I didn’t realize I was so wounded until the tears started pouring. I couldn’t stop.” I rub his back as my eyes well with tears. “The man with me, Cristof, told me he could help. He could offer me solace that would blow my mind. He could offer me unconditional love and mercy. At first I thought he was offering something I wasn’t interested in.” I laugh softly. “But then he started telling me about God and the church and how if I was lost, I could find a home here. I could find love here like no other. A love that would never abandon me, no matter what, because it could never die. If I committed myself to God, I would never die. In that moment, Julia, it sounded like everything I ever wanted. It sounded like what I needed. So I followed him to the seminary, and I signed over my life to God.”
“That’s intense.”
“Yeah. In the beginning, I felt renewed. I felt clean. All the bad stuff was gone. No more women, or drugs, or getting shit faced drunk. It felt good.”
“I bet.”
He twists his fingers through mine. “Now for my confession.”
“You’ve been with other women?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “Only you since I took my vows, but it is about you.”
“Okay.”
“About two years ago, something changed. I woke up one morning, dripping in sweat. I had a nightmare. You were standing in front of me. I could see you and hear you, but you couldn’t see me. You couldn’t hear me calling your name. I tried to touch you, but you disappeared right before my eyes.”
“Oh my god.”
“I went straight to the library and searched your name. I spent hours that day looking for you. I found all your social media, and I read every single and looked at every single picture. I would just stare at your face.” My mouth falls open. “I knew it wasn’t healthy, so I tried to block you out, but it didn’t work. I was obsessed with thoughts of you. It was like the first time all over again. I realized that the emptiness I was trying to fill with my work, wasn’t gone yet. I still longed for you.” He looks away for just a moment. “It took some time, but I learned you were attending university in New York. When I found out your major was in art history, I…” He exhales slowly. “I, um…”
“What? What did you do?”
“I went to the board overseeing the restoration we had here. We planned it for a year from now, but I convinced them to move it up. Then I submitted a recommendation with your name on it.”
My eyes open wide. “What?”
“I lied and told them I had heard good things about your abilities. I wanted to do anything I could to see you again, so I made sure you got the invitation to work here. It wasn’t coincidence we met again. It was me.”
My mind shifts back to the moment my professor called me in the room and told me about the opportunity. “They said a few select students from our program were invited, and I never even stopped to consider how. I was so excited. How did Erika get invited?”
“I don’t know. Maybe the board looked at several students after I submitted your name. It’s a very good program in the US.”
“It is.” I gaze back at him. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“I felt dishonest and slightly stalkerish. I wasn’t sure how it would be when you saw me again. I didn’t know if you would remember me or care. I didn’t know if you had a man in your life. Then I saw you and…” He shakes his head. “I couldn’t think of anything else. Only that you were here. I hope you can forgive me.”
I tilt my head. “Forgive you for what? For wanting me in your life bad enough to do all of that? There’s nothing to forgive, Diego. That’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard.”
He reaches up and strokes my cheek. “I love you, Julia. I always have.”
“I’m so glad.” I lie down and snuggle against him. “What do we do now?”
“Sleep. We’ll make hard decisions later. Right now I just want to be a regular man in love with a spectacular woman. In the morning, I want to pray at my altar before I let you go again.”
“Are you delivering mass tomorrow?”
“Yes. Will you be in the audience?”
“Do you want me there?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’ll be there.” I kiss his cheek. “Not sure how I’m getting home since you ruined my dress.”
He laughs. “We’ll come up with something. Sleep well, my angel.”
“You too.”
∞∞∞
I wait three rings for Erika to pick up. “Hello?”
“It’s me.”
“Hey. Where are you?”
“Diego’s. Can you do me a favor and bring clothes and my toothbrush?”
“Clothes and a toothbrush? I take it you have an update.”
“Oh yeah. Can you be here soon? We need to do mass.”
Erika laughs. “Mass? Are you serious?”
“Yep, then we’ll grab food. How’s that sound?”
“I’ll be there. Where’s Diego’s?”
“Above the church. Come around back and knock on the door.”
“Oh boy, this should be good.”
“It is. See you soon.”
I hang up and come out of the bedroom to find Diego lying in bed with his arms crossed behind his head and his massive cock proudly erect. “Morning, angel. Everything okay?”
“Yeah. I asked Erika to bring me clothes.”
“She’ll keep your confidence?”
“Absolutely. She’s the one that encouraged me to push us to this level.”
“That was your plan when you came to me in confession?”
“Yep. I couldn’t take it anymore, Diego.”
“I’m glad.” He strokes his cock. “Can you take any more of this?”
“I sure can.” I climb in the bed and into his arms. He kisses me but quickly moves down my body and in between my legs. When his tongue finds my clit, I moan from the sensation it causes. I twist my fingers in his hair, grinding my pussy on his face. The scratchiness of his beard sends me over the edge as I fuck his tongue with all I’ve got.
He moves up to my mouth, kissing me hard. “That was always my favorite part.”
“Eating a girl out?”
“Fucking her with my tongue and bringing her to orgasm. It’s especially great with you. Your whole body clenches and your moans are more beautiful than a thousand choirs.”
I grin, running my hand over my breast. “So romantic.”
“Inspired.”
“Inspired enough to slide that beast inside me again?”
“Without hesitation.”
Thirty minutes later, I climb out of the shower and dry myself when Diego walks in the bathroom. “Erika is in the living room. I’ll leave you. I have to prepare.”
“I’ll see you in an hour.”
He walks over and kisses me sweetly. “Don’t ever forget how I feel about you.”
“Never.”
He pinches my chin. “See you soon.”
“Bye.”
I wrap a towel around my body and walk out to meet Erika who’s standing at a bookcase. “Hey, girl.”
She turns around. “Hey.” She grins. “So? What happened?”
“Do I have a story for you.”
“I’m all ears.” She hands me a bag. “I take it some shit went down?”
“I took your advice. I showed up and told him I loved him and I knew he loved me too.”
“
Whoa.” She sits on the edge of the bed. “And?”
“He ripped my clothes off in his office and nailed me on his desk.”
“In the church?!”
“Shhh.” I look around even though we’re alone. “Yes, in the church.”
“You naughty girl.”
I laugh. “I know. It was so hot.”
“Was he good?”
“Amazing.”
She laughs, falling back in the bed. “This is awesome. You fucked a priest.”
“I did.” I drop the towel and put my panties and bra on. “And again this morning.”
“Mmm, I’m so jealous. Does he go down?”
“Yep. That beard is delicious.”
“Bitch.”
I laugh. “Yeah.”
“And now we have to sit in mass?”
“He asked me to attend.”
“Fine. What now?”
“No clue. Ball’s in his court.”
“Julia.”
“What?”
“You fucked a priest.”
“I’m going to hell.”
“If you believe in that shit, which I don’t for the record.”
“Same and if I’m wrong, it was worth it.”
Erika stands and gives me a fist bump. “Nice. Now let’s go act like good Catholic girls.”
“And then food before I die.”
We file downstairs and look around before exiting and then walk around the front and join the others filing into the church. Diego stands at the front like he always does, looking priestly and composed in his vestments as though he didn’t have his face between my legs this morning. We walk up the stairs and I offer a smile.
“Morning, Father.”
His eyes search mine for a moment too long. “Good morning, ladies. It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?”
“The best. I can’t wait to hear your inspired message for us.”
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