Page 27 of Sins and Virtue

The thought escaped me when two hands landed on my shoulders, my back hit the bed, my head rested on a pillow, and my view tilted as Blair nearly straddled me. Woah, woah, what was happening? I mean, I was all game, but she was taking a vow of chastity and purity. And the idea of defiling a nun— especially a gorgeous nun like her— riled my cock. I didn’t need a pity-fuck just to make me feel better. I wanted her to want me. To be as desperate as me. Plus, if there was one thing I’d honor, it was a vow. So for now, she was off-limits.

Speak for yourself.

Shut up.

“Kotyonok, wait a minute.” I began, my hands landed on her waist as I started to sit back up.

“Shush,” she pushed my shoulders down, softly grounding her hips against mine, teasing my cock in small circles. Slow flames churned in my veins, drawing more oil to the fire. “I know what I’m doing.”

I jolted, releasing a strained noise, refraining as I tried to push her away. It had been far too long, and like a teenage boy, it wouldn’t be hard to be aroused. “No, you don’t. Look, let's talk about this first.”

She shook her head, biting her lip as she shifted the blanket.

“What is there to talk about?”

“Look, I don’t need you to do anything. You don’t want to, especially—”

“What are you talking about— we’re just going to sleep together.”

“Sleep is not the word I’d use.”

“Ah, don’t be dramatic.” She clicked her tongue, shifting her weight off me, fixing my legs back onto the bed, and wrappingthe blanket that fell to my waist. Then she proceeded to slip in on the other side as she curled in next to me. “Now we can sleep.”

I blinked, confused. “But?”

She propped her head up from my shoulder as she loosely questioned. “But what?”

“Didn’t you say we were going to sleep together?”

Soft ounces of annoyance disrupted her features as she kept blanking, staring at me. Wondering if this was a staring contest until I realized…

Oh, she meant just… sleep. Wow, that was a first. Truly, my first virgin experience of just sleeping next to a girl.

She narrowed her eyes, observing me for several beats before she placed her head back on my shoulder. “Don’t make me kick you out.”

I opened and closed my mouth, waving a white flag. Her hair fanned against the pillow before she leaned on my shoulder; her heat was so close, I couldn’t differentiate between my own.

Nearly instantly she drifted off, her chest rising slowly as mine started to beat the same way.

This was… different.

Something that I believed was inherently sensual turned out to be intimate but in another way I’d never experienced.

Well, I’ll be damned if I let this woman escape me now.

Chapter 4

Blair

“Yes, Sister Francis, I understand the obligations we must hold for tomorrow’s community Easter event.” My response was lenient and timed, making sure not to make her linger for too long nor make her feel ignored or rushed.

She squinted her eyes, the crow’s feet making their special appearance as she did her daily inspection routine. It was like she wanted to beat the lies out of us but couldn’t use brutal force, so she opted for intimidation.

Her quiet observance continued for several beats as my face remained intangible, focusing on the embroidery at hand, looping the thread through the needle, and continuing the intricate pattern. Sister Marie, who was sitting next to me now attentively, had been teaching me this since we were making blankets and sweaters for the homeless.

Sister Francis, who came swirling into the dining room like she was looking to start trouble, as she had gone around the monastery like she did every morning and made sure all the sisters were doing their assigned tasks.

The yellow lighting of the kitchen had made her look older than usual.