19: The sin we committed

Henry looked away first and gazed upon the wall next to him. He uttered, "All this time, I thought you had a change of heart. Even though we shared a night, I was unsure what you felt about me. And I have never properly expressed that you are what my heart desires."  

Henry cleared his throat, breaking the tense silence. "However, that's all in the past. There's no point dwelling on it now, except for the sake of clarity. I hope this meeting can bring closure and allow you to move forward with your life."

"Khana, there's no point lingering in the love we couldn't have. I truly loved you, but that was all part of history," he added.

Khana rose from her seat, stepping closer until she had Henry pinned against the sofa. She fixed him with a piercing stare, freezing him in place with the intensity of her gaze. She had a way of captivating his senses.

"Show me that your feelings for me are truly in the past," Khana demanded, her fingers tracing the contours of Henry's face. "I'll kiss you. If you dare to kiss me back, I won't ever let you go," she added, her voice a whisper.

Henry wanted to gently push the lady. However, his body won't cooperate as he is hypnotized by her tantalizing eyes.  

In the quietude of the room, amidst shadows that danced like whispers, he stood enraptured, caught in the gravitational pull of her gaze. Her eyes, twin pools of obsidian, held him captive like a moth drawn to a flame. In those depths, he saw galaxies swirling, mysteries unfolding—a cosmos that defied the laws of reason.

As he gazed into those fathomless depths, it was as though he was plunging into an abyss, willingly surrendering to an enchantment beyond comprehension. Time lost its meaning, and the world around them faded into insignificance. Only she and her mesmerizing eyes remained, filling his universe with their profound allure.

Her black eyes were not merely a color; they were an abyssal portal to a realm of wonder. Every blink was like a ripple on a dark lake, stirring his soul. He could feel himself slipping, falling deeper, losing his balance in the infinity of her gaze. It was a descent he welcomed, a journey into the unknown that held no fear.

In those moments, he adored her eyes as a poet adores the night sky, finding solace and inspiration in their profound mystery. They were not just windows to her soul but gateways to a hidden dimension of beauty and emotion. He longed to explore every corner of this world she held within, knowing that it contained wonders that defied explanation.

He was even more lost when soft lips touched his lips. It was more intoxicating than any liquor. He's trying hard not to open his mouth because the moment Khana's tongue enters, there's no assurance he can silence his desire to kiss back. 

However, she is more tempting than he could imagine. Her hands slowly crawled to his chest which brought a shiver to his whole being.

Meanwhile, Khana is earnestly praying that the guy he is kissing will fall into her antics. She wished he'd kiss back. She's doing her best to tempt the priest, shamelessly committing a sin. She is crazy enough to go against the world just to have the love of her life.

She can feel loud drums lying in Henry's chest. He is breathing hard while trying to resist the temptation, but he is just a human who got preyed on by earthly desire, especially when the one who is tempting him is someone he longed to touch again.

And so, with each passing heartbeat, he surrendered further, willingly ensnared by the captivating allure of her gaze. To him, there was no greater abyss than the endless depths of her eyes, and he willingly fell, intoxicated by the magic that enveloped him.

He started moving his lips against her, and although Khana anticipated this, she still got caught in the moment. He slid his tongue inside her mouth. 

Khana arched her back when Henry's palm ran over her back. Although she's wearing clothes and the room is well-ventilated with Aircon, she's still burning. Every touch turns her even more as if she is electrified.

Her hands accidentally landed on the thing between his legs. She could feel it was hard as a rock, and it drove her to be more excited. 

She's wet down there, and her flower wants to be watered again. It took forever for this to happen. She can't help but zip it down and suck it before the priest gets his senses back.

She wants to drive him crazy enough to forget who is in the meantime. Khana wants to feel him, just like that time when they had it first when they were still minors.

On the other hand, Henry has completely fallen into darkness. He can't help but make weird noises as she sucks and licks his manliness. 

He can't help but close his eyes because it is too hard to explain what he is feeling right now. 

"A-Ahhh," he screamed in his husky voice, and such a sexy sound was music to Khana's ears. She sucked deeper in and out. 

Henry's hand was on Khana's hair, and even though he didn't mean to, his hand was already pulling the lady's hair. It didn't hurt the lady, instead, it excited her more. 

She licked the tip of it as if it were her favorite lollipop. His thing was big and just right in size, six inches long. It was just her type, the one that is not too short or long; not too small and too big, just enough to fit her mouth and her flower.

Shortly after, she felt something was coming up, and Khana wasn't wrong after all.

A white sticky thing has defiled her mouth. She was satisfied, but there was more she wanted than having Henry's 'thing' defiling her mouth...