One Sunday morning, Sarah found herself alone in the old stone church. The young brunette had stayed behind to tidy up after the service, her long hair pulled back into a messy bun. A shiver ran down her spine as she heard a soft creak coming from the confessional booth.
“Who’s there?” Sarah asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
A man stepped out from the shadows, his eyes locked onto Sarah’s. His dark hair and piercing gaze sent a jolt of electricity through her body. She recognized him as Jonathan, the charming newcomer who had caught her eye during the service.
Jonathan closed the distance between them, his eyes never leaving Sarah’s. He gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed, his voice low and husky.
Sarah’s heart raced as she felt herself being pulled towards him. Their lips met in a fierce kiss, their tongues dancing together in a passionate duel. Jonathan’s hands roamed over Sarah’s body, his touch igniting a fire within her.
He slowly unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her lacy bra. His lips found her nipples, teasing them with his tongue and teeth. Sarah moaned with pleasure, her hands tangled in his hair.
Jonathan’s fingers trailed down Sarah’s body, slipping under her skirt. He gently stroked her through her panties, feeling her wetness seep through the fabric.
“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.
Sarah nodded, unable to speak. She reached down, pulling his cock out of his pants. It was rock hard and throbbing in her hand. She stroked him slowly, feeling him grow even larger in her grip.
Jonathan pushed Sarah’s panties to the side, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed her gently, building her pleasure. Sarah moaned, her hips bucking against his hand.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Jonathan asked, his voice strained with desire.
Sarah nodded, unable to form words. Jonathan lifted her up, pressing her against the wall. He entered her slowly, filling her completely.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. Sarah wrapped her legs around Jonathan’s waist, pulling him deeper inside her.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Jonathan groaned, his hips slapping against Sarah’s.
Sarah moaned in agreement, her nails digging into Jonathan’s back. She could feel herself getting close, her pleasure building with each thrust.
“I’m gonna cum,” Sarah gasped, her body trembling with pleasure.
Jonathan quickened his pace, pounding into Sarah with abandon. She screamed his name as she came, her pussy clenching around his cock.
Jonathan followed soon after, his cock twitching as he filled her with his seed. They stayed locked together, their bodies trembling with aftershocks.
“That was amazing,” Sarah whispered, her head resting on Jonathan’s shoulder.
“Yes, it was,” Jonathan agreed, his lips brushing against her ear.
They stayed there, wrapped in each other’s arms, until the church grew cold and empty around them. And when they finally pulled apart, they knew that they had found something special in each other. Something that would burn bright and fierce for many years to come.
