A Bad Habit - Taking The Leap

“As am I. I love you, Beth,” he says. “God knew my heart needed you and this is how he brought us together. Who the hell are we to say anything against that?”

“You love me?”

“Of course, I do. How could I not? You are the most amazing woman I have ever met. Nothing less than all-consuming love would make do something like this. Make me want to break my vows.”

“You don’t meet a lot of women, do you?” I ask laughing.

“I’ve met plenty. Nothing and no one on this Earth that compares to you,” he says, and I lose my cool. I move into his arms as the constructiveness of my habit doesn’t allow too much boisterous movement.

“What are we going to do about this?” I ask.

“I don’t know, darling. I’ll think of something.”

“Okay,” I say willing to leave everything up to him. How can I continue to deny the man I love? What’s the difference between now and later? I already know that I’m going to give this man everything.

He kisses me again and suddenly the logistics and the morality of what we are doing goes out the window. He reaches down my legs and grabs the wool material of my skirt and pulls it up and over my head. I kick my comfortable and practical shoes away. Due to the heavy wool of my habit, I can wear whatever kind of underwear that I want to. Therefore, I often opt for nice things, just for me, since I never thought they’d see the light of day. Today is no different. I am encased in lace, but that doesn’t matter to Jacob. He’s a man on a mission and I love that.

He removes my bra and panties, tossing them away. Never having been naked in front of a man, I don’t know how to be self-conscious. With the way that he is looking at me, I don’t think he hates what he sees. I am losing myself and finding him. It’s crazy to suddenly be all in for this. Who knew that loving someone this intensely would make breaking my vows worthwhile?

Oh, God. Help me now, but please don’t let this end. Whatever this feeling is coursing through me, I want more of it.

He reaches out and touches my cheek, running his finger down my neck, circling my already hard nipples. He lowers his mouth to one and sucks it into his mouth. I drop my head back, moaning. He moves further down my belly to my pussy. His fingers slide through my wetness, making me moan as he circles my clit. How does he know what’s doing?

“That feels so good,” I say, not recognizing my own voice.

“You are so beautiful,” he groans.

“You’re pretty handsome yourself,” I say blushing. I can feel his gaze all over my body. “But you are still fully dressed.” He begins to undress, collar coming off first. Why is that so hot? Then his shirt comes off and I lick my lips. He looks as good as he did five weeks ago.

“When did you get that?” I ask pointing to a new tattoo on his chest.

“A few days ago. Do you like it?” he asks. When I move closer to it, I see J.R. + M.E. etched there in old fashioned lettering.

“I love it,” I say surprised that it is even there. How long has he been thinking of us as an us?

Suddenly, we are both naked and he climbs on top of me. I spread my legs to accommodate him. He looks down at my pussy while gripping his cock, licking his lips.

“I don’t know what to do first,” he groans. “I have never done this before.”

“Neither have I, but do whatever you want,” I moan. The anticipation of this killing me.

“Don’t tell me that, Beth. There are things that I’ve been thinking about doing to you for weeks now,” he says stroking himself a few times before he slides into me, taking my innocence in one swift thrust. It’s painful, but with everything else that is happening, it hurts so good. Never have I been more grateful for a public-school education than I am right now. I am glad that I know enough not to be afraid of what’s happening.

“Oh Lord,” I cry as he slams in and out of me.

“He’s not here right now,” he grunts from above me

Somehow, I don’t believe that.

Chapter Eight

Jacob

How can something so spiritual be wrong for us? This feels more unbelievable than I imagined it would. I marvel in her touch as she drags her fingernails down my back. This small couch isn’t ideal for this, but it’ll do. Pulling all the way out of her, I slam back into her. Every thrust makes me feel like I’m doing the right thing. It’s as if becoming one with her is my actual life’s work. Looking down, I notice that her torso is covered with pale white scars and I long to trace each one.