Hi Everyone,
Here's something to whet your appetite for Season 6. This is my first story, so I hope you enjoy...!
I'm struggling to take in air. My lungs starved of oxygen as my moans diffuse into the air. My knees are either side of her head, while my hands grip the headboard; coaxing my veins towards my skin's surface, as I try and hold onto my sanity. My hips, with a mind of their own, are rocking in sync with her tongue, as my back arches upwards, followed by my head.
Her hands, resting on the juncture between my thighs and hip, stroke my sweaty skin as her right hand assembles north. She reaches the swell of my breast; my head tips down and our eyes connect. Her dark, lust-filled pupils search mine, as if asking for my consent, to which I can only nod.
Her thumb and index finger gravitates towards my nipple, playing with my hard nub, as I begin to lose control. My neck extends back towards the ceiling as my breathing intensifies, while my string of moans echoes within the 4 walls guarding the paradise we have created. My hips increase their motion. I feel myself getting closer and closer to the luxurious fall I'm searching for.
I take the liberty of searching for her eyes as I approach my decent. Her haunting green eyes, dark with lust, flicker open; her eyebrows, matching her striking jet-black hair, arch upwards in such perfect fashion; her husky moans send rippling vibrations through me as they repel the speed of my hips.
My moans are leaving me increasingly breathless, as I rip my left hand from the headboard to grab my abandoned breast roughly. I call out her name as I begin to crumble, and at the first shout of 'Fuck, I'm cumming', my eyes shoot open.
My body, as envisioned, is drenched in sweat, my breathing rate is heightened, my heart beat is creating its own rapidly-paced symphony, and a prolific pulse is evident between my legs. There are some things missing however. Like the fact that I am not in the double bed that inhabits my old New York apartment, I am not naked - instead dressed in a navy prison uniform, and, most importantly, I am not riding the face of Alex Vause.
It's getting increasingly difficult to control my mind from wavering off with thoughts about having sex with Alex. As ridiculous as it sounds, I miss her. Although she is below me - albeit not in the way that I prefer, being that she occupies the bottom bunk in our cell, my pent-up sexual frustration makes itself known, especially when lights are out.
Being locked in a confined space with Alex Vause makes this hell-hole a lot more bearable, yet simultaneously makes me constantly feel like a horny teenager. We're yet to experience engagement sex - something that has plagued my mind for the last 8 weeks I've been in here, and while Alex arrived 2 weeks later fitted with a cast and sling on her broken left arm, it wasn't until this afternoon that the said cast was removed, meaning I will no longer have to keep my hands to myself.
We agreed, despite her protests, to not fully commit to sex until her cast was off - the last thing I want is for her to further injure herself and receive permanent damage. Although my head proposed this was the best thing to do, my hormones, mixed with the persistent need I have whenever we're in a room together, were a continual reminder of how royally I fucked up when, despite her protests by week 4 of our quasi-necessary chastity: 'Pipes, my arm's fine - I need to feel you', I stood my ground.
We haven't had time alone to suffice my growing neediness, with our work placements and Alex's last medical appointment, so I resort to dream-sex with Alex - something I am very familiar with. As I turn my head to examine the confines of our cell, still lying down in the top bunk, I see my beautiful raven-haired fiancée. Her presence, so powerful, drew me in, even when sleeping.
"Hey baby, good sleep?" she asks as her hand brushes my cheek.
"Jesus Al, how long have you been standing there?" I ask, still trying to come down from my not-so-PG dream.
"Long enough." Her bluntness and the presence of her trademark smirk causes my cheeks to sting with redness, all of which she can see due to the bright light drilled outside the door of our cell - something that never turns off - that permeates through the gaps around the edges of our cell door.
Her hand cups my jaw as she leans over the side of my mattress to whisper into my ear;
"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are, Pipes?"
While my breath hitches, she continues, with her hot breath tickling my skin.
"Not to mention how fucking hot you are when you moan my name in your sleep."
Shit. She knows.
Before I can salvage a reply, her mouth latches onto my earlobe, and her right hand descends into the covers, down my torso, and into the waistband of my navy trousers, fingers resting on my panties. Her eyes shut slowly as she can feel the heat coming from my core, along with my wetness.
"Fuck Pipes. That must have been one hell of a dream. Care to share what's got you so riled up?" She smugly asks.
While I attempt to use the saliva in my mouth to hydrate my throat, her hand slowly moves across my core, still above my panties, as she starts to play with my - embarrassingly evident - wetness.
"Al-" I moan; my eyes shut as I feel her hot mouth sucking my neck, but not hard enough to leave marks."I haven't been able to stop thinking about you all these weeks, Pipes. Your body. Your lips. Your moans. Your taste. Fuck I can't believe you're all mine."
My breathing begins to waver as a soft moan leaves my lips at her erotic words. I gently push her away from my neck and grasp her hand through my trousers to pause its torturing movement. She looks at me, stunned into submission with fear that she may have done something wrong, and as she opens her mouth to speak, I sit up and remove my shirt, leaving me in my white prison-issued bra.
All worry seems to leave her face as I push the covers off my body, and reach for her, while using both hands to grab her face and pull our lips together.
Our lips meet in a passionate frenzy, whereby the excitement of finally being able to do this plays on both of our minds. Her tongue plays with my bottom lip, as I open my mouth, giving her what she wanted, as her tongue assaults my mouth. My abdomen contracts deliciously, as we both moan into one another's mouths in unison.
"Al, I need you." I say as I look into her eyes, now several shades darker, mirroring those from my dream.
Without hesitation, despite my sudden feeling of loss, she removes her hand from my trousers and proceeds to take of her - also navy - shirt and bra, while I remove my navy trousers, bra and panties.
She climbs onto my top bunk and covers my body with her own. Our breasts are pushed up against one another, our legs are tangled, and our breath washes over each other's faces, as goosebumps form from the contact between our naked torsos for the first time in too long.
"Al, are you sure? I don't want to hurt your -" Before I can even finish my sentence, her lips are on mine, concluding all of my doubts regarding the condition of her arm.
Our kiss is much slower this time, engraving this important milestone into memory, and I bite the lip of my raven-haired fiancée to control what I have envisioned every night for the last few weeks.
"Al," I murmur, but get no response, as she descends down my neck, across my collar bone, and straight to my - already hard - nipple.
"Alex, please." I try again, and at this request, her emerald eyes meet mine. Her lips move to suck my nipple, giving equal attention to its twin, while occasionally alternating to kiss and suck - what I can imagine will leave marks - across my breasts.
"Fuck, Alex." I moan out as my head arches back.
I can feel myself getting wetter - well, if I was left with an ocean after my dream, I've now had a waterfall installed.
"Is this what you want?" she asks me, as two of her dexterous fingers make their journey across my toned abdomen, through the small curls across my mound, and into my slick folds, careful to avoid my clit, as it pulses with need.
"Baby please. I need you," I state as I pull her head closer to mine, our lips brushing against one another, 'Fuck me."
That's all it takes for her to slide two of her talented fingers inside. Our eyes connect, entertaining their own silent conversation, as my body arches backwards.
"Shit Pipes, you're so tight," she whispers against my lips as she begins to move in and out of my centre, "And you're so fucking wet."
The sounds of my wetness sloshing and heavy breathing is the soundtrack of our late-night activities. Her lips close over mine and we fight for dominance, as I push my tongue into her mouth, until my need for air overcomes my desire. I break apart the kiss, only to grasp her face, keeping it close to mine, with our lips within touching distance of one another, panting uncontrollably.
"More Alex; harder baby." I announce as I feel an orgasm - quicker than I would have liked - approaching.
A third finger is cautiously added to my centre, where I am overwhelmed by the stretching sensation; being so filled by Alex - my fiancée, my soon-to-be wife, is getting too much for me to handle.
My moans are shut out by her luscious lips, which are becoming harder for me to keep quiet, and even harder for her lips to conceal. My hands frantically search for something to hold on to, interchanging between her back, and pushing underneath the waistband of her trousers to grab her ass, frustrated she didn't remove the material when we began.
"Pipes, you need to be quiet."
"Al... I need to - oh God - I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come," I pant as my head flies back.
The sound of her fingers penetrating my centre heightens my levels of arousal, as new droplets of wetness spill onto her hand, and my moans - inevitably - get louder.
In a quick manoeuvre, Alex's left hand comes up from where it had previously been holding the back of my head, and uses her palm to cover my mouth in a last-ditch attempt to cover my moans. She leans down to latch her lips onto my earlobe, as she whispers promises of what she's going to do to me. What she's doing to do to me when we get out of here. How much she loves me. And by God, with her words and the rapid pace of her fingers inside me, I start to reach my peak.
Our eyes never lose contact as she lets out her last few, hard thrusts - the tell-tale signs of how close I am to coming audible from the stifled grunts and vibrations between my lips and her hand in her attempts to muffle out my moans.
When I hear her asking me to come with her sultry voice, it's all I can take.
My body arches upwards and my eyes roll backwards as I let go and come. My moans are muffled out by her palm, and my nails leave half-moon shapes on her back, as they dig into her milky skin; my ankles seek solace by rapidly searching the surfaces of the back of her legs.
After a few minutes I come down from my high, and her hand is removed from my mouth. Heavy breathing is the only sound filling our cell, as we both attempt to bask in the afterglow of one another, while also attempting to catch our breath. Her head rests in the left crook of my neck, causing our sweat to further mingle, and once our breathing eventually evens out, she rolls off me; I turn onto my side to face her.
"I can't wait to marry you, Alex," I say with a sudden almost-nostalgic feeling washing over me when I think back to my proposal, my ocean blue eyes blurry with tears. "I love you so much."
"I can't wait to marry you too, Pipes," she says as her right hand comes up to trace a pattern across my sweaty face, "I love you too."
Turning onto my back, I grab her hand, interlinking our fingers, as I etch this moment of sheer happiness into my memory.
"So did that happen in that dream of yours?" She asks, and for a moment I wonder what she's talking about, until - of course - I remember the content of my wet dream, and blush. And while I was not sitting on the face of my fiancée, I'd take the feeling of her weight pressing down on me as she assaults my senses any day.
"I might just have to show you, Miss Vause."
"If you insist, Miss Chapman."
I climb over her body and straddle her chest, our toothy smiles mirroring one another, to which I then lean down to connect our lips. My hands trace her jawline, while hers take station on my hips, and as I break the kiss to place either knee beside her head, in this moment I've never felt more content. As fucked up as it sounds, I'm starting to think that going to prison has been one of the best things that has ever happened to me.