The Temptation of Eve
By Jolie Cain | Erotic sex art by Samarel
Canvas print size 18"x28"
Eve gasped and yanked her hand from between her legs, letting her skirt fall. She whirled around to see Pastor Grierson standing in the doorway, a pair of crutches propped beneath his arms. She just stood there in stunned silence, appalled at having been caught masturbating in the pastor’s kitchen. Her mouth gaped open and she closed her eyes, hoping that he would disappear. Damn, damn. What the fuck could she say? No, no, no....wait. What had he said? Help her?????
Her eyes sprang open as she heard the muted sound of rubber against tile, and she saw him coming towards her. His eyes held a look of heated desire and determination. She swallowed. In moments he was right in front of her.
Carefully, he took the crutches and propped them against the counter. Then his eyes studied her face for a long moment. Eve couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. His gaze moved down to where her hand was clenched into a tight fist. Reaching out, he caught her wrist and slowly pried the fingers open. He raised her hand towards his face, a smile of wicked pleasure quirking up the corner of his mouth. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply. Then his eyes opened. “You smell delightful. Like a decadent dessert. And I’ll bet you taste even better.”
She shook her head, hardly daring to believe what was happening.
“Oh, Eve, what a temptation you are to me. If you were with Adam in the Garden, it’s easy to see why he had no resistance to you. Eve...” His mouth closed around her fingers, fingers coated with her cum. His eyes never left hers as he feasted, and Eve moaned at the unabashed eroticism of the moment. She felt the gentle tugging pull of his mouth and the glide of his tongue as he sought out every trace of her honey. It was one of the most sensual and most damning moments of her life.
Then he released her fingers, pausing for a moment as he stared into her eyes. “I knew you would be like this from the first moment I saw you. Sweet, and hot, and eager. I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist.”
His hand cupped the back of her neck, and he took possession of her lips with a sure command. Helplessly her lips parted, allowing his probing tongue entrance. She swayed, and his arms encircled her, drawing her closer to his body. Arching against him, she could feel the hard thickness of his erection prodding into her belly. For a moment, only a moment, she thought that she should stop this, that this was wrong. That this must surely be wicked…a wicked, wicked sin. Then his hand tunneled into her hair and he tugged on it, forcing her head back so he could plunder the tender softness of her neck, and she didn’t think any more.
His hands smoothed up and down her back before tunneling back up into her hair as he returned for another taste of her lips. Hot, hot, his mouth is so hot, she thought to herself as his tongue jabbed into the moist interior, her own tongue sliding against his in acquiescence to his hungry demand. Her hands slid around his waist to pull him tighter, pushing up to kneed the rigid muscles of his back. Her fingers dug into his skin as he moved to nibble on the sensitive lobe of her ear. “Hell, Eve, you’re driving me mad.”
“Pastor...Grier...” Eve gasped out.
He chuckled, briefly raising his head. “Why don’t you call me Paul, Eve?”
She shook her head. “Oh, no. No, I couldn’t....”
He studied her closely. She just stood there, unable to explain why she would let him touch her, kiss her, do all sorts of naughty things to her, but could not call him by his name. Finally he nodded. “All right. It’s okay. I think I understand.” A knowing glint appeared in his eyes. “In fact, I rather like you calling me Pastor Grierson in that breathless, aroused little voice. It makes it all seem so dirty, doesn’t it? And Eve is being a very dirty, naughty girl, isn’t she? Oh, yes. I can’t wait to hear you scream it. Will you scream it when you cum for me, Eve?” His hand moved up to cover her breast, his fingers finding the erect nipple through the fabric of her dress and pinching it tightly. His eyes studied her closely, narrowing with pleasure when she moaned and arched into him. “Oh, yes, I think you’ll scream it many, many times, my naughty little temptress.”
Without warning he reached down and grabbed her waist, lifting her to sit on the edge of the countertop. A grimace crossed his face, and Eve remembered his injury. “Oh, your ankle. Maybe we should....”
But he was already shaking his head. “No, it’s fine. Really. Now...” He pushed up the skirt of her dress until it was bunched at her waist. Then he was peeling her panties off, directing her to lift her hips, and dragging them down her legs. Tossing them aside, he pushed her legs wide and Eve blushed as he stared down at her aching cunt.
“Beautiful, Eve. You’re so beautiful.” Then he was kneeling down in front of her and Eve’s head fell back against the cabinet as his hands parted the swollen tissue and his finger probed the moist flesh.
He leaned closer and breathed deeply of her scent. “Yes, delicious, Eve.” She felt his lips against her thigh, biting lightly as he kissed his way towards the heart of her desire. When his mouth closed over her, she bucked and a needy cry was drawn from her parted lips. His mouth ate at her hungrily, exploring every fold and crevice with a searing demand. The tip of his tongue skimmed over her labia, licking at the juice that trickled from her as she became more and more aroused. His lips pulled on her clit until she was gasping out his name over and over... “Yes, Pastor Grierson, Pastor, Pas...” She was reduced to incoherent babbling as he stiffened his tongue to stab up into her, fucking her with his mouth. It was too much. Eve peaked, her thighs clenching tightly around the pastor’s head and humping his face as her climax rolled through her. She screamed his name, as he had said she would.
He grinned up at her from between her legs, his face coated with her cum. He wiped some off with his finger and licked it. “Umm...to hell with apples Eve. This is the forbidden fruit, and poor Adam didn’t have a chance in hell.” He laughed and then stood. Using a rag, he wiped his face clean. Tossing the rag aside, he helped her down and drew her toward the kitchen table. “Come. I want to fuck you, Eve. I want to be inside that scalding little cunt of yours the next time you climax.”
Eve was practically incoherent, spent from the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. Blindly following where he led, she waited patiently while he stripped her with quick, sure movements, tossing her clothing onto the nearby table. Then he pulled off his shirt and unfastened his shorts, pushing them down along with his underwear. His cock sprang up, standing boldly out from his body. It was thick. Very thick, and long. The mushroom-like head was an angry purple, and a bead of pre-cum leaked from the tip. Eve’s eyes widened as she thought of that bold rod spearing up into her. She hadn’t had a man inside her in a long time, so she knew it was going to be a close fit. Knew he was going to have to force his way up into her channel. The thought of what he was going to do, how he was going to fill, had her quivering again with need, need she thought had already been slaked.
He sat down at one of the chairs and drew her closer. Hesitantly, she straddled his lap, and he must have sensed her anxiety because he paused. “All right?” he asked. Eve just nodded. He kissed her again, slow and sweet at first, but quickly heating up. Then he positioned himself at her entrance, rubbing the swollen head through the juices that had collected there. His hands grasped her hips and his eyes bore into hers right before he pulled her down, arching his hips up to impale her with one quick thrust. She gasped at the brief moment of pain, at his fullness as he plowed roughly into her long-unused flesh, at the feel of her pussy stretched unbelievably tightly around his cock.
She leaned down, and he kissed her again, deeply, sucking on her tongue, biting at her lips. As they broke apart, his hands tightened, digging into the soft mounds of her buttocks, and he pushed her up, almost off him before pulling down again, going even deeper this time. So full. Had she ever felt this full? Again and again, he fucked boldly into her eager body, the slickness of her earlier climax making his way easier with each thrust.
“Damn, baby, Eve...God you’re so tight, so fucking tight and hot. That feels so good baby.” Eve whimpered as his teeth scored the side of her neck, his mouth sucking the flesh in, marking her. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, the nails digging in, forming little half moon marks on his skin. But Eve didn’t notice. Because the feelings that were racing through her signaled another climax fast approaching. Unbelievable!
“Harder, please.” She begged him. “Pastor... Paul, Dammit, please, just fuck me harder.”
He complied, his hips shoving up into her with a pitoning movement. The wet slap of their bodies was loud and aroused Eve even more. She couldn’t take it. Couldn’t stand it a second longer. The wire inside her twisted, tightened, drew her higher and higher until finally it snapped, and she was falling, plummeting freely, oblivious to anything but her own ecstasy. She screamed. Distantly she heard Pastor Grierson’s shout as he joined her in release.
A long, long time later, she felt his hands soothing down her back, heard his husky whisper in her ear. “Temptation personified. I knew it, Eve. I knew we would be like this.”
Finally, they drew apart and gathered their clothes together. She had to help him because of his hurt ankle. After she served him his lunch, finally, she tidied up and left.
She wondered what she should bring for lunch tomorrow.
Then she grinned and drove away.