Naomi draped her legs over the pastor's lap, just as she had the week before, though he'd told her she was too old to be held that way. 

"You're eighteen, and I'm your pastor," he said in that soft, melodic voice of his. "This isn't the proper way for me to comfort you."

Yet he hadn't resisted, and when she moved to join him in the chair on this particular Tuesday evening, he merely sighed. "I'm supposed to be providing you with spiritual guidance."

They were in his private office, the church quiet around them. With the blinds drawn and only the lamp on his desk providing illumination, Naomi felt hidden away. And emboldened.

"You have counseled me," she said, her gaze drifting to the clock on the wall. "For an hour. Now it's time to comfort me again."

He let her settle on his lap and lean against him, with her back pressed to his front. She liked the way he wrapped a strand of her long, dark hair around his finger. Breathing in, she recognized the clean scent of laundry detergent. It still clung to his clothes this late in the day.

"If you were to tell anyone about this—" he began.

"I won't." Naomi turned her head so she could look up at him. His hair, just as dark as hers, was neatly cut and had only recently begun to gray. His eyes were a lighter brown, and his lips were the most gorgeous she'd ever seen on a man. Countless times, she'd fantasized about kissing them. "I would never hurt you," she went on.

When he appeared satisfied by her response, she turned around again. Her skirt was sinfully short, almost revealing her white panties. Did he imagine lifting it just an inch higher? Did he ache to slip his hand beneath it?

Those illicit thoughts excited Naomi. Her breath quickened, and she started moving on the pastor's lap. Her hips rolled in a circular motion until he rested a hand on her bare thigh in a futile attempt to stop her.

"What are you doing?" he demanded, his voice strained.

"Just getting more comfortable." Her undulations caused the skirt to ride all the way up her thighs. The pastor's gasp let her know he'd gotten a glimpse of her panties. 

He didn't struggle when she took his right hand, the one that sported no wedding ring. Slowly, teasingly, she guided it between her legs. They both moaned at that initial contact, deliciously forbidden. Still rocking against him, she could feel his erection through his pants.

"Have you ever done this before?" he whispered.

Naomi didn't answer. Let him believe I'm a virgin if he wants. 

She didn't need to guide his other hand under her blue sweater. Biting her lip, she subdued another moan, her eyelids fluttering closed. Now, the pastor's fingers worked their way into her bra to fondle her nipple. His other hand snaked into her panties. 

His breaths came faster, sounding labored. Naomi kept working her body against him, and when he homed in on her clitoris, she swallowed a cry. She felt those beautiful lips on her hair while his fingers drew currents of hot arousal from her core.

Tentatively, he caressed Naomi's entrance. She thrust her hips forward, lewdly grinding her sex against his hand, but when he eased two fingers into her, she let out a whine. 

"Am I hurting you?" he murmured.

Naomi swallowed hard. "No." It took effort to hide just how much she enjoyed those fingers gently thrusting in and out of her. "Don't stop."

"You're so tight." The pastor squeezed her breast, his grip almost painful. 

Naomi sensed him struggling, his need growing as intense as her own. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers, but before he had a chance to deny her, she shifted in his lap, giving him room to lower his pants if he chose to do so.

A second ticked by, and then another. Naomi froze, her body tense with anticipation. When the pastor hurried to unbuckle his belt, she hid behind her hair to conceal a smile. 

It took a bit of jostling, even in the spacious chair, but she was soon positioned right above his erection. With her feet planted on the floor, she pulled the crotch of her panties to the side. The air in the office was soothingly cool as it wafted over her hot, slick skin. 

The pastor made a guttural sound as they lined themselves up. The moment Naomi sank down upon him, he whispered, "God forgive me."

With her back to him, she couldn't see his face, but she heard the helpless groan that emerged from his throat. Drawing in a sharp breath, she trembled beneath his hands.

"Go slowly, sweetheart," he coaxed. 

Forcing out another whimper, she made sure her movements appeared deceptively hesitant. Already, she wanted to ride him, but a good girl wouldn't be so eager. Despite her caution, she couldn't keep the instinctual rhythm from her hips. 

Their lovemaking was quieter than she'd imagined possible, punctuated by pleasured sighs and half-suppressed moans. She let him pull up her sweater and lift her breasts out of her bra. The sensation of him teasing her hard nipples caused her to move even faster. 

"I'm too close!" he rasped after only a few minutes, yet he didn't stop touching her. 

In desperation, she lifted her legs and braced her feet on the arms of the chair. For a moment, he slipped out of her entirely, but she was quick to guide him back in. This position allowed him to easily thrust upward, and despite his warning that he was on edge, he took her hard and fast while his arm circled around her waist.

Naomi's orgasm made her shudder in his grasp, and his fervent rutting only prolonged her rapture. "Yes!" she choked out between spasms.

"We have to stop!" The pastor sounded almost panicked. 

"No! Don't stop!" she begged. "I want you to come inside me." 

Losing all control, his thrusts grew punishing. Once Naomi's climax ebbed, she was almost limp in his hands, forcing him to hold her even more firmly. 

"Gonna come!" he grunted, as if she would see reason and order him to let her go.

Her awareness tunneled, narrowing to the single point where their bodies connected. His cock penetrated her tender flesh at a startling pace, delivering exquisite pleasure along with a twinge of pain.

When the pastor surrendered to his own release, his cry morphed into a groan of abject relief. Naomi could feel his cock twitching within her walls. When she dared to constrict her muscles around him, he swore under his breath. Did he think she was greedy to want every drop of his seed? It seemed her body was constantly revealing her need, and her lust.

All too soon, it was over. She waited, fearing the repercussions of what they'd just done. Would God strike her down for such wickedness? Or worse, would the pastor order her from his sight?

Wordlessly, he coaxed Naomi upward until his cock slipped free of her. Once her panties again covered her sex, he gave the crotch of her undergarment a gentle pat, as if to soothe any lingering pain. It was a sweet, unexpected gesture that made her love him even more.

She lingered there in that awkward position between sitting and standing, giving him time to put away his cock and straighten his pants. Pleasure lapped like a warm spring in her belly when he drew her to him again.

With his fingers under her chin, the pastor turned her face toward him. Lowering his mouth to hers, he then fulfilled another fantasy. Briefly, she opened her eyes, only to find his closed; he seemed lost in their first kiss, while she wanted to remember every vivid detail for later.

As she nestled against him, he broke the kiss and said, "We've gravely sinned."

Quiet and still, Naomi could feel her heartbeat between her thighs. Finally, she replied, "I'm sorry I tempted you."

"We're both to blame, Naomi."

Taking his hand, she made herself say, "I should stop coming to see you."

"No." The word was vehement on his lips. In a gentler tone, he added, "I want us to continue meeting here each week, and I vow to be a stronger man. I won't allow my lust to control me next time."

Naomi solemnly nodded, though she fought to hide another smile. Next week, she was certain, the pastor would welcome her back onto his lap in order to give her comfort.

And in taking it, she would allow him to again take her.