Angelo, my Lover

Sister Sabina's head was buzzing. She didn't even understand what was wrong with her. But she knew one thing with dead certainty: she had to have him. Here and now.

She threw herself into his arms. She snuggled up to his strong, youthful body. She drowned in his beguiling scent. “Oh, my angel...” she managed to utter, then their mouths met and she sank into an everlasting kiss. Her loose veil slipped away and sailed to the ground. They finally let go of each other. Dazed, Sabina struggled for breath. Without thinking about what it meant and what the consequences might be, she pulled her cloak over her head. Then she stood there, naked, like God had created her.

Suddenly self-conscious and a little ashamed, she waited for his judgment. She didn't go so far as to call herself an old hag. But her long, lonely years in the convent were certainly evident. A young lad like Angelo, on the other hand, in the prime of his life, had certainly already met many women. What if, now that she had shown him everything, he no longer liked her and withdrew?

“You're beautiful!” he almost sang, his voice full of affection. “Come!”

He took her by the hand and gently led her to a bench under the low-hanging branches of a gnarled tree. There he gently pressed her down until Sabina was lying on the wooden planks, which still retained the warmth of the day. She looked fearfully into his face. What would happen now? His dark eyes were as unfathomable as deep wells. It was as if Angelo had cast a spell over her. She would let him do whatever he wanted.

He got down on his knees in front of her and bent over the naked nun, who closed her eyes expectantly. His hot lips traced a trail of kisses from her throat, over her breasts and belly to her lap. Sabina trembled with anticipation under his touch. Then his mouth touched her most sensitive spot.

Sabina moaned and buried her fingers in his curly mane. She never wanted to let go of him again.

He gently sucked on her bud. He playfully tapped the tip of his tongue against her pearl and lured it out of its hiding place. Even these gentle hints of what might be to come awoke blazing flames in Sabina's loins.

“Yes! More!” she gasped and arched her back to push herself towards him.

The gallant didn't need to be told twice and began his **** on her womanhood in earnest. Demandingly and vehemently, he licked and sucked Sabina's pleasure center, while one hand massaged her breasts and the other teasingly felt the entrance to her love cave, but never really penetrated it. The constant teasing and playing almost drove the woman insane. She wanted to feel him. Fully and completely. And yet he enticed her so skillfully that she lost all will and drive to resist him.

“Oh, Angelo, my lover, my angel. Please, finish me. Let me come,” she breathed in a choked voice.

An indescribable feeling of happiness washed over her. The world around her melted away. The chaste nun died and the sensual woman awoke in his strong arms.

“Sabina, my darling, would you do something for me?”

“Yes, of course, anything you want, Angelo.”

He smiled slyly and his dark eyes shone with cold fire.