Chapter 4
I let out a breath and she pushed the door open. The smell of vanilla and lavender engulfed me and I inhaled. I felt comfortable too soon. It was too soon to feel relaxed in the house of an unmarried lady.
My mind told me that this was a mistake. I was losing my control and I feared that I would grab her and kiss her senseless.
This was a mistake and I fucking knew it.
Maybe there was nothing wrong with being with her in her home but the things my mind was pushing me to do...
If anyone saw me here then rumors would spread like wildfire. I should be at the church with my wife. I should be at the Wednesday midweek service. I should be on my knees at the church, praying but I wanted to be on my knees for someone else.
Her home was a condo dominated by feminine elements like her lilac fur rug, white and yellow walls, White curtains and mauve drapes, White and mauve couches, the pitch white and rose quartz throw pillows. It was quite clear that it was a female who lived in the house. I let out a sigh of relief when I didn't see anything that could warn me about the presence of a male.
"I hope you're not allergic to dogs?" she turned to me with a smile and I chuckled, shaking my head. I loved dogs but Mary was allergic to them. She was allergic to cats and dogs.
On cue, a Shih Tzu came trotting out of the hallway. The small cream colored puppy walked to Risha's feet and sat on her left foot. I chuckled and Risha joined me. Her laughter reverberated through the walls of the room.
"Meet Coco. She's just a few months old" Risha hummed and bent down to pet the puppy. The bags I held almost dropped to the ground as I stared at her ass.
"Uh…where do I put these?" I whispered and cleared my throat. She stood up and the said puppy trudged away then began to bark at a miniature toy bone.
"Oh shit. Sorry" she gave me a sheepish smile and I licked my lips, following behind her.
Why did she have such a big and smackable ass?
She led me into a kitchen that smelled like heaven and my stomach grumbled. I looked at Risha who smiled at me with raised eyebrows.
"Do you wanna stay for dinner?" I could never get over her accented voice, sweet and soft. She pulled the large fridge open and slid the tubs of ice cream into it. I could imagine her screaming my name in that beautiful accent of hers.
"Do you speak French?" I blurted and she turned to me then laughed.
"That obvious? I only speak a little French but I lived in Paris for a year" I hummed and sat down on a stool close to the kitchen island. The distance between us was a good thing because even I didn't trust myself.
"You have another accent…that's more prominent than your French accent" I asked curiously and she smiled before nodding.
"Yoruba…I'm Nigerian"
"That's in west Africa, yeah?" I wanted to impress her for some reason. She walked to the shelf and put a few chocolates in it.
"Yes. I'm surprised. You're very…" she threw her hands in the air like she was looking for the words to speak. I stare at her lips unabashedly. Her lips weren't as glossy as they were last Sunday but they looked so soft.
"Observant! That's the word. People hardly notice my accents" she giggled and I licked my lips.
Well I was fucking attentive to how full her lips were. How small her waist was. How short she was. How wide her hips were.
Yes, I was fucking attentive.
Maybe one kiss wouldn't be so bad.
"So tell me about you, Pastor Sage" she pulled a glass dish out of the fridge and put it into the microwave. I imagined myself pulling her shorts down and sliding my cock into her tight pussy. I'll pull my cock out of her just as she's about to cum and slap my cock against her pussy. She'd moan and beg me to make her cum.
My breathing became heavy. I could hardly believe what I was thinking. I wanted to fuck her on the spacious kitchen island?
Did she feel it? Did she feel the same way I felt?
"You're married, Sage" I whispered to myself and let my hair out of its hold. It was giving me a fucking headache! I combed my finger through it with my eyes shut tightly.
"Sage? You okay?" her voice pulled me out of my reverie and when I looked up at her, she was leaning on the island across me. Her eyes had darkened and she licked her lips. The motion had my cock hardening against my slacks.
"I'm sorry, I have to go" I pushed myself out of the chair and made my way out of the kitchen. I heard light footsteps behind me and when I turned around, she was there with a frown on her face.
"I'm sorry, Risha but I can't…" I raked my fingers through my hair with my eyes closed but I smelled her. My eyes flashed open and the look in her eyes had me doubting my rationality.
"You can't what?" she questioned softly and I shook my head.
"I shouldn't be doing this" I whispered but I was sure she heard. She tilted her head to the side innocently and I wondered if she knew what she was doing to me.
"You don't understand. How old are you? I'm married" I held my ring finger up and she glanced at it before looking at with a bored expression on her face. She placed her palms on my chest and purely on instinct, I wrapped my arm around her waist. She was short and so small, yet she had curves in all of the right places.
"Take a deep breath, Sage. When was the last time you did what you wanted, Sage? For yourself" she whispered softly and I felt her step on my toes. She was closer and my eyes flicked to her lips. I almost moaned when my cock rubbed against her stomach.
"Risha, I-I don't think…" Fear and curiosity. The need to taste her lips. Her big brown eyes filled with desire for me.
Her palms moved to my shoulder and I let out a breath, craning my neck to press my lips to hers. I watched her lashes flicker close when my lower lip rubbed against her top lip. She smelled heavenly.
"God" I mumbled and pressed my lips to hers. I slid my hand around her neck and slid my tongue into hers. My other hand held her waist firmly, too scared to grab her ass and take more than I was given.
Her lips tasted fruity, like a burst of fruit. Her pierced nipples rubbed against my shirt and I sucked on her bottom lip. I suckled on it and shakily brought my hand to her nipple. She let out a moan against my lips and my cock grew harder. I rubbed my thumb against her nipple and she whimpered.
I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips as her fingers combed through my scalp softly. I pulled back and stared at her. Her lips were swollen from the assault of mine and her eyes were almost pitch black, desire dancing in them.
She pushed me and I dropped unto the couch with my heart about to jump out of my chest. I didn't protest. I couldn't.
It was like keeping a compulsive thief in a room full of expensive jewels. She straddled me and I gritted my teeth as she rode my cock over my pants.
Things were getting out of hand. Too easily.
"Fuck" I whispered and her nails scratched my scalp. I ground my cock against her pussy. I felt the weight of her breath on my neck as she humped my cock. Instinctively, my finger pinched her nipples and a small mewl left her lips.
A sound that put my brain in overdrive.
"Sage" she moaned and I groaned, throwing my head back as she continued to grind against my cock. I slid my palm under her shirt and cupped her breasts that were as soft as I imagined them to be. I rubbed my thumbs over the piercings on her nipples and almost came in my pants.
She kissed my neck and suckled.
"Ugh" I couldn't help it. The moan left my lips and she latched her lips to another part of my neck, suckling and I held unto her waist with my finger digging into her skin. My release was only so close.
"Shit, Risha. Fuck" she threw her head back and her eyes met mine. She slammed her lips to mine and my legs shook.
"Oh! Oh shit! Oh shit, Sage. I'm cumming" she screamed, riding my cock and I watched her through hooded eyes.
She was so fucking beautiful.
"Ah" a grunt left my lips and I spilled my cum in my pants. My cock jerked under my pants and I bit my lips, gripping her hips. My eyes fluttered open and I found her looking at me.
I gulped in embarrassment and shame and raked my finger through my hair. I pushed her off me and tied my hair up.
"I…I don't know what just happened but I'm sorry. I shouldn't have. I-I'm a man of God, I'm married a-and you're so young…" her nipples almost poking holes through her shirt had distracted me.
"This was…this was a mistake" I breathed out and when I looked up at her, she had a frown on her face. Her brows furrowed in confusion or was it annoyance?
"You can't tell anyone about this, Risha. Okay?" I whispered, my pants stained with evidence of what we just did.
I had committed a big sin on purpose. That itself scared me.
"I won't. Please leave" she pushed herself up and pursed her lips. She wasn't as close as she was before but I could feel the anger radiating off her. I wanted to apologize but she shook her head.
"It's getting late, Pastor Sage. You should go" she whispered and I knew my words had hurt her but what was I to do? Never in my life had I cheated on Mary. The thought had never hit me before and in two weeks of meeting a church member, I had dry humped her…a drop dead gorgeous church member. I wanted to apologize but I couldn't. Not when my cock was growing stiff in my pants and I was imagining her naked.
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