Forbidden Taboos : Steamy dark stories
Above him the crucified Christ stared down.
Delphine took the chalice again and poured the remaining oil over her own breasts. It cascaded between them, down her belly, into the curls between her legs. She rubbed it into her skin until she gleamed like an idol.
Then she reached between them, positioned his cock at her entrance, and sank down in one slow, deliberate motion.
The sound that tore from Elias’s throat was half-sob, half-prayer.
She was scalding, impossibly tight, clenching around him like a fist. When her hips met his, she ground forward, taking him to the root.