Sweat broke out on Sabina’s forehead, her face straining with her impending orgasm. She rotated her hips, grinding her ass into her mattress. Closer, closer . . . she was nearing another burst of pleasure. Another soft moan escaped her. Wet fire splintered through her, her cunt sizzling like hot oil.
She moaned—a notch above a whisper; more loudly than she had anticipated—as Heaven’s gasp caught in her throat, her own orgasm blooming through her body, unfurling like the petals of a budding rose.
Moments later, everything went quiet but for the sound of snores and whimpers elsewhere on the unit. Then the sound of keys could be heard as the housing officer strolled by their cell making his rounds. It was three a.m., his last time coming around the tier until six a.m. morning count.
Both women lay in their bunks, panting, their bodies flushed with pulsing heat, savoring the aftermath of their orgasms.
Sabina sucked on her cunt-stained fingers. Then listened out for Heaven’s breathing. Heaven licked the tips of hers, then closed her eyes, ready to finally count sheep behind her lids. She realized she’d somehow crossed naughtily into an alternative reality. One she wasn’t quite sure how she should feel about. But she wasn’t going to put too much thought into it. She’d wrestle with it in the morning.
For now, her mind and body craved sleep. She rolled onto her side. Then, seconds later, restlessly rolled back over on her back. God, what a horny bitch she was.
“Heaven,” Sabina whispered, breathing through her nose.
Heaven’s eyes opened, her gaze snapping to the underside of Sabina’s bunk.
Oh God! Had Sabina heard her over her own whispered moans?
“Heaven,” she breathed out again. “You sleep?”
Heaven wanted to ignore her. Oh how she wanted to feign being in deep slumber.
But her curiosity got the best of her.
“Yeah?”
“Can I taste your pussy?”
FORTY-FIVE
Girl, Lady, Woman . . .
“Can I taste your pussy?”
The words still ricocheted around in Heaven’s head two days later. She couldn’t believe Sabina had so boldly asked her that. Her words had sunk deep, finding their way to her still throbbing pussy.
“Just one night, Heaven. Let me pleasure you . . .”
Ooh. That scandalous bitch!
Heaven covered her face in heated shame. Not from the question, but from her response. “Yes,” she’d breathed out.
Holy fuck. She’d said, yes! Shocking herself, and Sabina. In a savage moment of desire and curiosity, she’d pulled back her sheet and spread her legs, revealing the mocha lips of her pussy, inviting Sabina between her legs. And Sabina’s already wet cunt had gotten ridiculously wetter. Her own juices sliding down the inner part of her thighs.
Heaven shook her head and groaned. One night of experimentation, of unadulterated pleasure, hadn’t turned her into a lesbian, had it?
No, no, of course not.
But she’d enjoyed it—a little too much. God, just the mere thought of the dirty things Sabina had done to her with her tongue and fingers still made her pussy tingle.
Dear Baby Jesus. Sabina’s tongue lightly fucking her, taunting her, tasting her from the inside out had her wild, bucking and writhing. She’d dug her nails into her sheet, clawing at her mattress.
She’d closed her eyes against the rushing heat, the sensations shooting through her body. She was dripping wet, hot.
“Keep your eyes open,” Sabina had urged, looking up at her through a veil of lust and lashes. Her pupils flickered with wild abandon. “Watch me.”
Heaven strained to open her eyes, and forced herself to observe Sabina devouring her cunt, savoring her rich, thick taste. Her tongue
and mouth working in harmony as she reached between her legs and used a hand to play between her own folds. The erotic sight caused an abject rush of pleasure to engulf Heaven. Her blood pounded. Taboo pleasure, thick and hot, pooled between her thighs, soaking into the sheet beneath her.