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and part altar, a broad basin filled with water, abutted on the opposite side by a broad shelf and a pair of intertwined forms carved of smooth white stone. Clustered around the base of the statues were heaps of white and red roses, pine cones, holly, bowls of cranberries and pecans and a profusion of tiny flickering votives. Floating candles flickered in the dark water of the basin.
    “Beautiful, aren’t they?”
    The voice startled me so badly I leapt off the ground, my body shaking.
    “Oh, Jesus , Jude, you scared me to death,” I said, voice still trembling.
    “I’m sorry, baby,” he said, his lips close to my neck, his arms wrapping around me to pull me close against him. I immediately felt the fragrant warmth of him, the rock hard press of his erection against the small of my back, the soft touch of his fingers rubbing lightly along my sides.
    “The statue is supposed to be Apollo and Athena in a passionate embrace.”
    “Weren’t they brother and sister?” I asked.
    I felt his tongue run along the length of my neck. “Sometimes forbidden fruit is the sweetest,” he said.
    I turned in his arms and kissed him so hard I tasted blood. We pulled each other apart trying to get our clothes off, and when we both stood there completely naked in the glow of the candles, I felt the earth pull me down onto my knees in the cold wet leaves front of him.
    I slid my mouth over his cock, pulling him all the way in, pushing so hard against him I choked, but still wanting more of him inside me. I grabbed his ass with both hands, pushing him fiercely into me, my fingers prying his asshole open, then sliding into the heat of him. I heard him gasp and felt my own cock bouncing angrily between my legs.
    I slid his cock in and out of my mouth, letting two then three fingers probe the heat of his asshole. I could feel his body tensing, groans escaping him between ragged breaths.
    I worked his cock, sliding him back until his cock pounded the back of my throat, and I still could not get enough. He fucked my face harder and harder, his hands pushing against me, gagging me, then pulling back, then gagging me again.
    His voice suddenly jumped half an octave and I heard the sharp intake of breath. “I’m gonna come,” he panted, pushing me back from him, but I held him close, letting his cock slide deep, feeling the pulse of come against my lips and along the length of my tongue. I felt the heat of him shooting down my throat, his body sweating and convulsing over me.
    When he was finally done, I held him close, not letting him pull out until his cock had begun to soften in exhausted retreat. When he pulled all the way out, I looked down and realized that in my excitement, I had come all over my stomach and Jude’s feet.
    I looked up at Jude, his face shimmering and pale in the candlelight, beautiful and saintly, so still and serene in the semi-darkness. I adored this man, could not live another moment without him. I cursed myself for wasted months and felt tears in my eyes, my emotion rising to choke off the air in my windpipe.
    I wavered, vertigo holding me in place.
    And then I leaned down and licked the warm come from Jude’s feet, sliding my tongue over the toes, then the arch and the ankles of one foot, then the other. When I had licked him clean, I looked up at him, still kneeling.
    I felt dizzy suddenly, as if the vast power of the planet spinning beneath me was rising through my knees and my toes and surging through my body, singing through me with the electric force of the universe. I shivered, feeling both hot and cold simultaneously.
     “Look,” Jude said suddenly, pointing behind me.
    My heart plunged at the prospect of our discovery. I whipped my head around and stopped stone still and silent, a wash of cold air raising goose pimples across my legs, my chest, my cheeks. The hair on my neck stood on end, and a cold chill flashed across the inside of my forehead.
    There at the edge of the clearing, its great snout