Chapter 9
Hours passed before Lana finally stirred. Her eyes fluttered open and were met with Mary Eunice's intense gaze.
"Hey, Blondie," Lana said.
"Hey yourself."
I'm sorry I fell asleep on you," she said through a yawn. "How long was I out?"
"Don't be sorry," Mary said gently, pausing to kiss her. "And I'm not sure, couple hours, maybe longer."
Lana sat bolt upright, suddenly pale again.
"Shit! Shit! Jude- she'll murder me, she must think I'm- "
"Shhh," Mary stopped her, a light smile on her lips. "Lana, Jude is gone for the day. On business. You're perfectly safe here."`
The inmate breathed a heavy sigh of relief, collapsing back onto the bed.
A few moments passed before Lana spoke again.
"Have you been here this whole time?"
The blonde nodded, and Lana furrowed her brow.
"Doing what?"
watching you breathe.
"Oh, just- um- well, I wanted to be here for you when you woke up," she stammered. "I just didn't think you should wake up alone."
The brunette smiled at this, bright as ever.
looking at her, you'd never know what a day she's had.
The nun grinned back, marveling once again at her lover's resilient, fiercely indomitable nature.
what a woman. she's much too good for me.
The towel Lana was wrapped in had come undone in her sleep and she now discarded it completely, reaching out her hand and coaxing the nun to lie on top of her. Mary Eunice complied, closing her eyes when she felt full, soft lips pressed against the column of her neck and dainty hands tugging on her slip. She broke contact long enough to strip down completely, before touching foreheads and settling her weight back onto Lana's delicate body. The brunette's deep groan was interrupted by the girl pushing her tongue into her lover's mouth.
As the heat between them grew, Lana's hands found Mary's firm ass, squeezing hard, and Mary Eunice gave a low moan against the woman's lips, hips bucking against her in a desperate search for any hint of relief.
They continued like this for some time, skin to skin, kissing, tasting, breathing, and moving as one, and Mary Eunice found herself wishing they could properly make love like this, like a man and woman, face to face, bodies fitted to one another and climaxing together.
do you hear yourself? 'like a man and woman'? good christ.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft hand pressing against her chest. She pulled back, azure eyes searching black ones.
"What? What is it?"
"Here," Lana panted, moving both hands to the blonde's twitching hips and guiding them so their legs were slotted. "Push your thigh against my pussy."
Mary, suddenly unsure, lightly furrowed her brow, but did as she was asked, pressing into her lover's sopping core while settling her own wet heat against the silky skin of the woman's thigh, never once breaking their smoldering eye contact.
"Good. There," Lana husked between breaths. "Now, babydoll, I want you to grind with me. Are you ready?"
The girl nodded, lower lip quivering with nerves and anticipation, trusting in Lana's skills and experience.
Without hesitation, the inmate moved roughly against the nun, and the latter gasped.
oh.
Lana giggled lightly, burying her fingers in waves of gold and bringing their lips together once more as she increased the pace of their lovemaking.
Before long, they had worked each other into a scorching frenzy of sweat and lust, and Mary Eunice sank her teeth voraciously into Lana's elegant neck, low moans pulling from her heaving chest, as Lana clawed savagely over Mary's ivory back, contrasting sharp cries ripping from her throat, their sounds a feral duet to accompany their fiery tango.
As her pleasure built with dizzying intensity, something else pulsed behind Mary Eunice's breastbone, a white-hot passion just as searing, just as breathtaking as that between her legs, and try as she might, she just couldn't quell it, and it burned and it suffocated and if she didn't get it out, her heart was going to combust from the impossible fervor of it all, and her only hope for release from this sweet and blissful agony was to speak the words charred into her soul.
"Lana," she started, deep and raspier than ever. "I-"
As her breath caught in her throat, that nagging, evil little voice in her tormented head edged it's way to the forefront.
don't you dare.
"What, babe?" Lana squeezed out between desperate gasps.
"I think I-"
mary eunice mckee, you shut your goddam mouth before you ruin everything.
"I think I'm close."
that's better.
"Yeah?"
"Uh huh, Lana, I'm almost there," she said in a low whine.
The brunette groaned, and redoubled her efforts against the blonde's trembling thigh, and when the girl went over the edge, whimpering and crying Lana's name, the woman followed directly behind, holding tight to her lover's shuddering body and claiming Cupid's bow lips with own her plush mouth as, together, they free-fell into the abyss of their shared ecstasy.
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you should have told her.
and what would have come of that?
at least she'd know.
you mean, she'd end this... whatever it is.
better now before we're in too deep.
too late.
god, she's so pretty.
and you're so stupid.
mary eunice mckee, you are a mess.
why the hell are you still talking to yourself??
"What are you thinking about?" Lana murmured against the plane of Mary's creamy white chest, idly fondling small, perfect breasts as though to make up for all but bypassing them in her earlier ravenous haste.
"Hmm?"
"You're somewhere else. What it is?"
Mary Eunice swallowed hard and forced a tiny smile. A beat later, her face fell.
"You must be starving. Correct me if I'm wrong, Miss Winters, but I don't believe you've eaten anything since last night's dinner."
"I- um.. well, no. I haven't."
The nun clicked her tongue and shook her head.
selfish thing, instead of feeding her, you use her weak, starved body for your own pleasure. is this your version of 'love'? you are one sick twist. jesus christ almighty.
Carefully disengaging herself from Lana's embrace, she rose to her feet, padding barefoot and bare naked into her little kitchen.
A moment later, Lana joined her, creeping up silently to bite her ear and squeeze her ass, practically startling the pan right of the girl's hand, who, in turn, crossed herself quickly and turned to face the inmate.
"I'm so sorry, I should've done this earlier, I-"
Lana abruptly took Mary's face in her hands and kissed her soundly.
"Stop it," she said when she'd pulled away.
Azure eyes avoided her gaze.
"Mary, look at me," she said gently, waiting until she complied. "Read my lips. You. Are. Wonderful. A Godsend."
The girl blushed, and Lana continued.
"I wouldn't survive this place without you. Truly. I'd have thrown myself down Jude's Stairway to Heaven by now if I didn't have this-" she gestured between them "-to look forward to every day. Not just the sex, but before that, too."
They weren't the words Mary Eunice so desperately wanted to hear from the woman's lips. In fact, they weren't anything at all special, nor did they hold any real meaning or a confession of true emotion or affectionate feelings of any sort.
But for the wayward nun with the broken soul, they were enough.