“We are not fucking in a cathedral!” I hiss, dodging a woman with her double-wide stroller.
“C’mon.” he grabs my hand and picks up the pace.
We trek up a mountain of stairs, the wind whipping my skirt against my thighs. When we reach the top he pulls open the heavy door for me and I step inside, the scene in front of us breathtaking. So much so that I stop thinking about the dampness in my underwear and more so on the astonishing architecture, stained glass windows and the sheer magnitude of the structure.
“This is amazing.” I whisper.
He nods and lets go of my hand, walking toward the alter. I take a few steps forward and turn around to stare at the balcony.
Evan takes my hand again and leads me out of the sanctuary and to a door off to the side labeled “Choir Loft.”
My heels click against the staircase, the sound echoing so loudly that I tiptoe instead, admiring Evan’s lean thighs taking the stairs two at a time in front of me.
When we reach the top he finds the door to the loft locked. I shrug and turn to head back down the stairs when he grabs my hand, pulling me into him, his lips pressing against mine.
Ok, we’re going to fuck in the cathedral.
I unbutton his jeans while he takes handfuls of my breasts. I reach into his underwear, finding his cock ready, a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip. I rub it into the skin excited by its silky texture.
Evan turns me around so I’m facing a small stained glass window. I’m straining to listen for the sound of the door below us opening, concocting some kind of getaway plan, but it’s pretty obvious what we’re up to if we get caught.
“Bend over.” he whispers.
I rest my hands on the windowsill, spreading my legs as he pulls my skirt over my hips. I reach between my legs and move my thong to the side giving him easier access.
He cups my pussy, his palm pressed between my rounded cheeks, his middle finger teasing my clit. I push against him, the delightful sensation of pleasure making my legs feel weak.
“Hurry.” I turn to look back at him.
“What’s the rush?” he replies, an amused expression darting across his features.
He pushes into me with careful precision as my body yields to his circumference. He grasps my shoulder with one hand and my hip with the other as he fucks me. I push back into him, the slapping sounds of our skin reverberating in the stairwell.
I bite my lower lip squelching the urge to emit any noise. Evan grabs my hair and pulls my head back, my cunt drenching his cock the harder he pulls.
I press into the flesh above my clit, rubbing myself in quick circles wanting to come before he does. I shut out everything but the sound of our skin smacking against each other and the sensation transpiring inside of my cunt and against my clit. It’s as if time is standing completely still for us.
He fucks me harder, his fingers digging into my flesh as I continue working myself. All fear of getting caught evaporates as I am flooded with a climax so intense that I am blinded, heat pulsing against my skin as my body expands and contracts against his thrusting cock.
As I float down from the high of coming Evan lets go inside me, his dick stiffening with his own contractions, until he pulls out, both of us rushing to put ourselves back together.
I follow him back down the stairs, feeling high from the rush, and satisfied from the orgasm as we make our way back down to the sanctuary, through the heavy doors and out into the sunshine.