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Joan demounted Brenda’s lap with as much grace as she could muster given the narrow space they were working with. She got to her knees and gazed up at her nude lover in awe. The scarce moonlight illuminating the cell made Brenda’s olive-toned skin shimmer. Joan had the thought that she was perhaps kneeling in the presence of a Goddess.
“Don’t do that, not here. Bloody floors are terrible, your knees will ache,” Brenda softly chided. She grabbed Joan by the elbows and dragged the taller woman back up onto the cot.
“Sorry,” Joan mumbled. She placed a tentative hand on Brenda’s bare thigh. “I just want to see you,” she softly confessed.
“I know. Me too.” Brenda gently led Joan to sit with her back flush against the wall. She locked eyes with her lover as she swung a long leg over Joan’s lap. She wrapped her arms around Joan’s shoulders and rubbed her button nose against Joan’s jaw.
“Touch me like this,” she seductively instructed as she nuzzled the underside of Joan’s chin.
Joan’s hands immediately found their place on Brenda’s narrow waist. She looked up at her writhing siren in awe. The moonlight tangled in Brenda’s wild mane now, causing the dark brown to glint in the shades of autumn. Her hands moved across Brenda’s bare flesh with an ease that caught her off-guard. It felt so much more natural than her attempts to do this with herself. Joan couldn’t stand the feeling of her own skin, but with Brenda, oh.
“Oh, yesss!” Brenda softly hissed as one of Joan’s hands slipped between her trembling thighs. “Touch me, please,” she begged.
And how could Joan ignore such a request? All self-doubt escaped her now, any lingering fears about doing this evaporated like mist in the air. Her trembling fingers calmed and very purposefully slipped between Brenda’s writhing hips to cup her womanhood. Soft curls, dewy with desire, tickled the palm of Joan’s hand.
“Oh,” she softly exclaimed. And then buried her face against Brenda’s neck.
“Mmmmm!” Brenda muffled her squeak of pleasure as Joan’s elegant hands explored her. Joan was so soft, so purposeful in how she touched her, that it endeared Joan to her all the more. It was clear that Joan was a woman who enjoyed taking her time, and a shiver ran down Brenda’s spine as she thought about just how thoroughly Joan might like to touch her once she was a free woman.
Joan parted Brenda’s slippery lips with her ring and forefinger, just wide enough that her middle finger could run up and down her lover’s damp heat. She felt her own cunt throb with desire, despite finding blissful completion just moments prior. She circled Brenda’s erect little pearl, painting it with the silky nectar that flowed from Brenda’s entrance. That seemed to be the correct thing to do because Brenda ground her hips firmly against Joan’s hand. So Joan repeated the action, until she was swirling perfect little circles around Brenda’s straining flesh.
“Good?” Joan asked in a breathy whisper.
In response, Brenda cupped her lover's face between her wide palms and tipped Joan’s chin up. “So good,” she softly growled before crashing their lips together.
And god help her, but it was the most exquisite feeling that Joan had ever encountered. Brenda’s flesh felt like honey drench silk, she longed to be able to explore every bit of it. It pained Joan that they had so little time together. That she couldn’t actually see Brenda’s dewy flower as she was touching her. She wanted nothing more than to lay Brenda down across her bed and kiss every inch of her beautiful body from the top of her unruly curls down to her toes.
“Mmmph!” Brenda moaned against her lips. She rocked her hips harder in Joan’s lap.
Soon, Joan silently promised them both. Soon she would have Brenda all to herself. Brenda would be safe, free, and hers to protect and keep happy.
Hers to love.
“P-please, fuck me,” Brenda mumbled against Joan’s kiss-swollen lips.
Joan’s fingers followed the curve of Brenda’s cunt and circled her lover’s wanton entrance. She held her breath as she gently eased two of her fingers inside of Brenda, as Brenda’s most intimate flesh surrounded her.
“Not gonna l-last long, ooooh!” Brenda sobbed as she rutted against Joan’s fingers.
Joan abandoned all thought and simply gave into feeling. She followed the dance of Brenda’s hips with her fingers, rolling and curling and thrusting them to match Brenda’s movements. It was remarkably similar to the ebb and flow of the shoreline along a beach. Brenda’s inner muscles contracted around Joan’s fingers and she swore she could feel Brenda’s pulse tickling her fingertips.
Joan latched onto Brenda’s chin, her tongue laving at the delicate mole just off to the centre there. “Please,” she softly begged, “let me feel you.”
Brenda’s lust-clouded eyes rolled to the back of her head as she began convulsing in Joan’s arms. The pleasure in her cunt crashed down on her, like a particularly violent wave cresting against the sand. She lost all sense of time and place as Joan’s long fingers curled inside of her, palpating that delicious spot.
“Oh!” she softly exhaled as she slumped forward and brought all her weight down onto Joan.
Joan buried her face in the side of Brenda’s neck. Her fingers stilled but remained trapped inside of Brenda’s honeypot. Brenda curled her arms and legs around Joan and sighed, and that simple action caused Joan’s heart to ache.
Her heart rattled and raged, swelling inside of her chest. It wanted to scream, I love you I love you I love you! It wanted to shout that truth until the force of Joan’s love melted the bars and bricks around them, freeing Brenda from her wrongful imprisonment. But instead, Joan pressed her lips to Brenda’s pulse point. She held her lover tighter in her arms, and forced that rebellious muscle to hush.
“That was amazing,” Brenda whispered after a few moments of blissful silence. She shifted in Joan’s lap so that she could affectionately brush her nose against Joan’s.
“Yes,” Joan agreed. She looked up into those stormy green eyes in awe.
“You’re still inside of me,” Brenda softly moaned. She squeezed her inner muscles and her eyelashes fluttered as Joan flexed her fingers in response.
“Oh…I can -“
“I wish you could stay inside of me all night,” Brenda excitedly whispered. “But I know that you can’t.” She carefully dislodged herself from Joan and demounted her lap to sit next to her on the cot.
“I should leave you. The count is in a few hours,” Joan reasoned. She looked around the cell painfully, it was evident that she did not want to leave, and Brenda noticed.
“Will you stay a while longer? Just until I fall asleep.”
And once again, Joan found that she could not say no to this hypnotic young woman. She nodded her head shyly, and awkwardly stood from the narrow cot. She located her discarded panties at the foot of the bed and hastily put them back on. Her skirt was absolutely hopelessly wrinkled. It would require proper ironing, but she smoothed it down her wide hips to the best of her ability.
Brenda climbed under the thin covers, still nude and covered in love bites from Joan. She reclined against the pillow and looked up at her lover with a dreamy gaze.
“Try to sleep,” Joan softly commanded. She pulled the blanket up to Brenda’s chin.
“I’ll dream about us,” Brenda promised.
Her eyes grew heavy and her mischievous pout relaxed. She snuggled up against the prison-issued bedding and within moments, drifted off to sleep.
Joan smoothed a stubborn curl away from Brenda’s forehead. “As will I,” she promised her slumbering love.