by Susanne Beck
"So," I said finally, just to break the tension, "that was some game, huh?"
"Yeah, it was. Nice triple-play, by the way."
"Thanks." My fingers found themselves wanting to drum on the desktop. "How come you don’t play?"
"Say again?"
"How come you don’t play softball? I bet you’re good."
Her soft laugh sounded beside me. "It’s not really my game."
"Do you have one? A game, that is?"
"Hmmm. I like football." She shrugged. "Track and basketball too, I suppose. Martial arts."
"You’re probably great at all of them."
The broad shoulders shrugged again. "I do alright."
More silence.
"Ice . . . ."
"Angel . . . ."
"You first."
"No, please. What were you going to say?"
I opened my mouth, then closed it, my words drying up. Sighing, I shifted on the desk until I faced her. Alright, Angel. This is it. Whatever she says, whatever happens from here on out, at least you’ll know. There’s something to be said for that, isn’t there? I truly hoped so, because I was about to lay my heart out on the line. "Ice, I need to tell you something. Something very important to me and I hope, maybe important to you too."
Her eyes were steady as they met mine. "What is it, Angel?"
"I care for you. A lot. And sometime during the past week, I’ve finally been able to put a name to these feelings." I shifted again. "Now . . .I know that what I’m about to say might make you feel uncomfortable, but I need to tell you how I feel before we do anything further." I took a deep breath and stepped off the cliff, though without the bravery to look her in the eye as I made my confession. "Ice, I think . . .no, I know I’m in love with you. I’ll understand if you don’t feel the same, but I need you to know this. This place, this prison, is too small for things like this to go unmentioned."
The silence came back as I fingered the lines in my palms. Tears sprang into my eyes as I figured the answer and I wiped them away, willing myself not to crumble. A gentle hand displaced my own, cupping my cheek as a thumb dried the tears from my eyes. "Don’t cry, Angel," Ice murmured from beside me. "I’m in love with you too."
I hitched in a breath. "I’m sorry I made you feel uncom . . . . What? Could . . .would you mind repeating that please? I’m not sure I . . . ."
"You heard me. I love you, Angel. I have for a very long time now. I told you as much in the cell, remember?"
"Well . . .yeah, but I didn’t think we were talking about the same thing."
"We were." I chanced a look up and what I saw made my breath catch in my throat. Her eyes, usually so shuttered and cold, were open and warm and caring and sparkled with an adoration that I’d never seen in another person before. And it was for me.
Those damn tears stung at my eyes again, but this time it was for an entirely different reason. As I sat pondering the wisdom of having my tear-ducts surgically removed, Ice turned fully to face me and, cupping my face in both hands, laid gentle kisses to each of my eyelids, neatly solving the problem in a far more pleasant way.
"I love you," she whispered, placing a kiss on my forehead, then one to each cheek. "I love you," she whispered again as her lips met mine with gentle warmth. The kiss was almost reverent and stole my breath as she pulled away, tucking her chin and looking directly into my eyes. "I love you, Angel."
"Oh God," I exclaimed, half sobbing and half laughing in absolute relief as I fell into her body, my mind a whirling torrent of emotions, none of them nameable. Her arms wrapped tightly around me and I could hear the rapid beating of her heart through the fabric of her jumpsuit. She’s as scared as I am!
Though perhaps not a revelation to you, that thought filled me with wonder, and a large kernel of happiness blossomed, banishing my nervousness to the farthest reaches of my soaring soul.
I felt a brief instant of panic as she shifted against me, but her embrace held tight as she came to stand before me, pressing another kiss on the crown of my head. Pulling away finally, she held me at arm’s length, hands clasped on my shoulders. Her eyes were full of questions.
Reaching up slowly, I touched her cheek with trembling fingers. Speechless, I watched her eyes flutter closed as she leaned into the tentative caress. As if watching from very far away, I felt my hand cup her cheek more purposefully, then slide down to her jaw and back, beneath her ear, to curve around the base of her skull.
I bunched my arm slightly and she bowed to the pressure, moving smoothly under the summons of my hand. Our lips met and merged like satin on silk and my fingers tangled in her hair as my mouth opened under the tender assault of her lips and tongue. My free hand cupped around the taut curve of her waist and I pulled her body closer to mine, spreading my knees wider to accommodate her flaring hips and muscled thighs.
She rocked up against me, tight against the stretched and protesting fabric pulled taut between my legs. I whimpered out a need I couldn’t even identify, let alone articulate. Her hands clenched my waist and pulled us closer still as our tongues entwined in a sweet duel.
Bereft of air, we pulled away at the same time and looked into one another’s eyes as she continued to slowly rock against me. Her hand reached up and toyed with the pull to my zipper briefly before grasping it fully and slowly pulling it down to stop where my cleavage began. Reaching up again, she slid her fingers beneath the fabric at my shoulders, parting it further as she drew it, whispering, over my heated flesh.
Her hair, still damp from the shower, brushed against my lips as she lowered her head. I could feel the warm smoothness of her tongue as she tasted my collarbone, tracing a slick trail from my throat outwards to end with a light nip to my shoulder. The process was repeated on my right side as her fingers worked the zipper again, pulling it down until it reached the end.
My eyes closed and my head fell back as she lipped my pulsepoint before suckling at the hollow of my throat. My nostrils flared with the sweet scent of her hair. I leaned back, taking my weight on my hands, my hips responding to her continued slow rocking with thrusts of their own.
Her lips detached from my neck and I thought to open my eyes, but that fast became a faded memory as her warm, wet mouth closed itself over my breast, the gentle suction of her lips’ caress sending molten fire through my veins. My heart fluttered in my chest, then pounded strongly, sending my blood in rapid spurts exactly where it needed to be, engorging me and making me full. I could smell the faint scent of my own arousal which only served to excite me even more.
My head fell back further, my wet hair tickling against my shoulder blades, my breath coming in rapid pants. Her tongue trailed a line between my breasts before latching onto the other, pulling in my nipple as her teeth grazed against it, teasing it into a wonderfully aching hardness.
I moaned out my need in some unintelligible language known only to lovers and she responded in kind, the vibration of her lips against my flesh fanning the flames my body had become.
Drawing away again, she smiled tenderly down at me as she sat me up and pulled the fabric of my jumpsuit off my arms altogether, leaving it to puddle around my waist in a fan of orange on the rickety wooden desk. Her eyes blazed a trail down my body once again and I felt the flames of my desire grow hotter beneath her liquid blue fire. "Your body is perfect," she purred, drawing a single fingertip down the centerline of my torso. "Soft. Firm." She cupped one breast in her palm. "Warm." Then she leaned in again, capturing my lips in a soul-melting kiss. "Mmmm. Delicious."
As she began to straighten, I reached up and grabbed the tab of her zipper, determined not to be denied. It bunched, as zippers often do during the most urgent of times, and she laughed softly at my grunt of frustration. It was apparent that my grace, dignity and verbal skills were having a foursome with my nervousness somewhere because they certainly weren’t readily available to me.
Releasing my grasp on the tab, she stepped back one step. Two. Then she squared her shoulders as she levele
d me a challenging stare. Swallowing hard, I gave her my own rendition back, pleased when she acknowledged the expression with her eyes.
The sound of her zipper lowering was loud in the small confines of the room. Inch by slow inch she revealed more of her flesh to my heated gaze; taunting me, tempting me, teasing me beyond all rational thought.
Once her zipper reached the end of its long, solitary journey, her smile became a teasing smirk. Her hands came up and grasped the fabric at her breasts, parting it, then slipping the top down off her proud shoulders. The jumpsuit slipped to the floor in a whispering of fabric and when she stepped out of it, that magnificent body came within my hungry grasp.
I took in her firm breasts with their tight, peaked, rose-hued nipples and licked my lips as if inspecting a king’s feast put before me. Leaning forward, I captured one in my mouth, savoring the taste and feel of her against my tongue and lips. My mind was shouting stridently, reminding me that I hadn’t the faintest idea what I was doing, but I cheerfully told it to shut up as Ice moaned deep in her chest and threaded her fingers through my hair, clearly enjoying what I was offering her.
Her scent, musky and exotic as Eastern spices rose up to curl around me, making my head spin. Wanting more, I switched my attention to her other breast, taking in her murmurs of contentment with joyful ears. I might have been flying by the seat of my pants, but God what a ride it was turning out to be.
I suckled like a hungry infant, jumping as a tentative bite caused her to surge into me, almost knocking both of us back across the desk. Deciding I very much liked that reaction, I nestled my teeth together once again, moving with her forward motion better this time.
After another moment, her hand tightened in my hair and she pulled me away from my feast. My moan of displeasure died on my lips as my gaze caught hers. Smokey and smoldering, her indigo eyes seared into me, touching me in places that fairly screamed out in primal want. My heart beat out a staccato tattoo in my chest. "Please," I whispered, though I had no idea what I was asking for. "Please."
Her hands began to map out my body once again in slow, teasing strokes of lightly callused fingertips. She trailed down my newly muscled abdomen and paused to play at my navel briefly, smiling as I squirmed.
Then her fingers went lower, slithering beneath the fabric to rest just above my pubic bone. Her eyes again asked a question.
"Yes. God, yes."
Smiling slightly, she slid further inside my uniform, giving me the briefest of gliding touches where my need was the greatest. My hips exploded off the desk and I thought I would release right then and there. Again her fingers stilled and she turned wide eyes to me. "So responsive." The low register of her voice tickled at my hearing as I tried to will myself back under control.
After another moment, she withdrew her hand and I swallowed back my reaction to the glistening wetness that coated her middle finger. The very tip of her tongue darted out as she tasted my readiness. Her eyes never leaving mine, she sucked her finger into her mouth in the most erotic gesture I think I have ever seen. "Perfect."
As she leaned in to kiss me again, I tasted myself for the first time and decided I liked it. Her hand was warm against my upper back and with gentle pressure, she lowered me down on the desktop, covering me with the weight and heat and scent of her body.
Her kiss was deep, lustful and ravishing. I took it and gave back in kind, squirming beneath her, feeling the scarred wood beneath me rub against my naked back. We locked together for what seemed a blissful eternity before she growled and pulled away again, trailing feathery kisses down the front of my body.
Her hands followed her lips, skimming lightly over my breasts and down my sides to pull the jumpsuit down over my hips and legs. She tapped me slightly and I lifted my lower body, feeling the fabric give way and free my from my cloth bonds. She planted a kiss to my pubic hair and as her mouth engulfed me fully, I climaxed, unable to hold back the tide anymore.
When the tremors ceased, I felt her mouth still holding me gently, her motion still and quiet. When I lifted my dazed head to see what was going on down there, I was suddenly filled by what I assumed to be her fingers hooking into me and rubbing against my inner walls in a most delightful way. My head fell back to the desk as her tongue began moving against me in time with her strokes. I could feel the peak within me rising again and this time I did nothing to try and hold it back. Within moments I released again, actually breaking off a chunk of the gently rotting wood I was laying on as my body convulsed against the pleasure I was receiving.
As I began to come down from this high she didn’t stop. Instead, she increased the strength of her thrusts, adding a slight twisting movement that promised to drive me absolutely insane. I felt her teeth graze against me, sparking the third orgasm in what seemed to be as many minutes.
This time, however, when I finally stopped shaking, I tossed away the wood that had practically pulverized in my hand, then sunk my fingers into her thick hair, fending off her continued advances. "Please," I gasped, "no more. You’re . . .gonna . . .kill me."
Her twinkling eyes met mine and for a moment, I really thought she was going to ignore my pleading. But then, to my great and utter relief, after delivering a final kiss, she pulled away, withdrawing her fingers gently at the same time. I couldn’t believe how suddenly empty I felt.
As if reading my thoughts, she lifted me by the shoulders and cradled me against her, stroking my sweat-soaked hair and murmuring soft endearments that slipped just past the edge of my hearing and made me feel full once again.
Concentrating on steadying my breathing, I ran a hand down Ice’s thigh, watching as her flesh humped up with the passage of my fingers. As my hand retraced its path back up that strong leg, I was surprised by the slick dampness coating the inside of her thigh. Tilting my head, I looked up at her. The gaze which met mine was steady but not coaxing. Looking back down, I blindly followed the trail upwards as she spread her legs wider, giving me freer access.
I couldn’t believe the heat radiating from her; heat which almost scorched my hand as I moved in further, brushing against soft hair which tickled against my fingers. Finally I reached my goal as heated wetness coated the backs of my fingers in a lover’s intimate embrace. I heard her take in a breath of air and release it as a moaning sigh. "Ice? I . . .um . . .I’m not sure what I’m doing here."
Her laugh sounded through her nose. "Believe me, Angel, you’re doing just fine."
"But . . .I . . .um . . . ."
"Relax. Here." Her larger hand came down and cupped over mine, pressing it against herself.
I gasped out at the slick, heated moisture waiting for me and moved my fingers through it, causing another surge in her body, accompanied by a moan. "Oh . . .perfect, Angel."
Moving again, I marveled at the softness under my fingers. I know I must have been driving her crazy with my fumblings, but I couldn’t for the life of me stop. I was drawn in like a bee to honey of the sweetest kind.
I knew I’d pushed to her limits when she grasped my hand again, forcing it downward. "Angel. Now. Inside."
Following her terse, panted instructions to the letter, I gasped in wonder as her velvet walls hugged around my fingers in a hot caress as I became sheathed fully within her. I moved my fingers and she groaned, her hips thrusting back against my hand. I smiled. I could do this.
"Harder," she gasped, her fingers digging into my wrist so hard I began to lose circulation. Still, I struggled to comply, working my hand as best I could given the constriction. I felt her expand around me, then clamp down hard as her body began to buck and shudder, leaning against me heavily.
Using my other arm to bear us up, I continued at my task, grunting with the effort to prolong her pleasure. With a last, low, shuddering growl, she relaxed against me, breathing heavily through her mouth and nose. I made as if to withdraw, but she clamped down on my wrist again. "No. Stay. Please."
I nodded, panting with exertion and the incredible feelings that washed throu
gh me at what we had just accomplished. Shuddering tremors played across my fingers until finally all was quiet. She removed her hand from my arm and I withdrew slowly, taking care not to stretch the tender tissue clasping me so intimately.
We fell into an embrace, our bodies glued together with the sweat of our passion.
PART 9
THE NEXT MORNING, it was all I could do not to start humming at odd moments as I dressed, ate, and made my way down to the library to begin another day in the Bog. The memories of the evening before played in a continuous loop behind my eyes and I’m sure I was probably glowing like some preternatural mist. Try as I might, I just couldn’t manage to wipe the silly little grin off my lips, as the imp in me responded to the looks I was receiving with an internal You just wish you knew what I’m smiling about, don’t you. I’m afraid I was quite insufferable that morning.
Corinne greeted me with a ‘cat-ate-the-canary’ grin of her own that set alarm bells jangling. Determined to play it cool and not give her any ammunition, I walked over to my desk and sat down as if I didn’t have a care in the world. It wasn’t really an act, given the fact that if she had pressed a gun to my head and told me to name a worry, I wouldn’t have been able to think of a one.
Her smile faltered just slightly, then grew wide again as the tipped a wink at me, conceding the round. She peered at me over the tops of her glasses as she relaxed back in her chair, stretching her corpulent frame just slightly. "So . . .I hear congratulations are in order." Her smile turned sly, daring.
Play dumb, Angel. She’s just fishing for information. Don’t fall into her trap. "Thanks," I replied, smiling brightly, parrying her leer with feigned innocence. "It was fun."
