𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

18 | Symphonies of Rising Passion

TOM

The doors in prisons can't lock from the inside, so when it came to the first sexual encounter I'd had in three months, I had to be mindful of our stringent time restraints and the high potential risk that someone could come in at any stage. It made it all the more hotter.

It started with a soft and tender passion, both of our lips moving against each other's with the gentle touching of our hands. Mine on her waist, hers lightly tangled in my hair. It then progressed to a deeper, more carnal passion; a messy fast paced hunger from both of us.

You see, it wasn't just three months I had been locked up in this hell hole. It was also the ten months we were broken up that I hadn't felt proper lust, proper love. She was the one I had been trying to search for in all the other women, failing to find the same depth.

Kissing Y/N's neck with my hands firmly gripping her hips, I lifted her up to sit on the large table we were previously speaking civilly at. I stood between her legs and pushed my fingers into her hair around the back of her head, pulling her head back and smirking down at her as she looked up at me with big eyes.

"Did you miss me darling?" I asked, watching her nod up at me as I tightened my grip. Now look, despite abiding by the strict dress code for guests, Y/N had also dressed like a sexy little minx to blend in as a psychiatrist; pencil skirt and blouse. I slid my hand up her thigh slowly, tracing my fingers lightly.

"Do you remember what you said before kicking me out that night? So rude of you, especially considering you were touching yourself in the shower thinking about me just moments before pointing a gun to my head," I taunted again, watching her nod once more as my finger tips brushed over her underwear, plump and warm.

"You said the best thing for us was to move on... And I don't think this is moving on so either you're a dirty fucking liar or you just couldn't resist coming me to me for more," I chuckled, pushing the elastic to the side and running my middle finger between her folds.

"I think you're both... But rather than hearing you answer that I'd rather just hear you beg for me," I smirked, letting go of her hair so she could look me in the eyes to answer my question.

"Tom, you're the one in jail, just let me take care of you," she whined, putting both of her hands on my shoulders to try and get off the table. To answer her I pushed two fingers inside of her, curling them painstakingly slow up towards her g-spot.

"Let me make you feel good first darling,"

She let her head fall back as she moaned, desperate for my touch just as much as I needed hers. But this was all my intention. She thinks that I'm the one who was touch starved being in jail, but she's the one with free reign that needs to crave my touch. If I give her the fuck of her life now, she won't fuck anyone else outside these walls until I get out.

And even then, she's mine.

I used my other hand to reach up under her skirt and pull the underwear down past her knees, the thin material falling to her ankles effortlessly. I lifted my fingers to my mouth to flick my tongue across them, adding some lubricant to the mix so when my thumb started circling around her throbbing clit, it wasn't as harsh.

The fact that Y/N was in in this room in the first place, let alone what we were doing inside the room was enough to get her banned from visiting and get my impending sentence extended, made me drop to my knees faster than usual.

I pulled her legs towards me so she was sitting on the very edge of the desk, kissing and licking a trail along her inner thigh before my nose brushed against her heat.

"Tom- Oh fuck- I missed this... I missed you," she said in between heavy panting and whimpers as I began to flick my tongue against her clit, curling my two fingers inside of her at the same time. The pumping of my hand and the movement of my mouth was a combo I like to think I have mastered, because many guys forget to use their hands when they go down on a woman.

I have been told by many women that I have an uncanny knack for making them cum harder and faster than other men. Not trying to brag though.

Her hands tousled my hair as she pulled at it, indicating that the spot I was hitting, was definitely hitting different. She let out a string of moans, one after another as her legs closed around my shoulders and her muscles started to tighten.

She reached her climax shortly before we were both deafened by prison sirens and red flashing lights in the room, alerting her to quickly pull up her underwear as I stood to my feet. She looked at me with a sigh, knowing exactly why the alarms were sounding:

Another jail lockdown.

The guard entered and told us that he had to take me back to my cell as they had reports of a gang fight with three men critically injured. Luckily for both of us, we were standing at our feet by the time the guard entered. He put my handcuffs on my wrists behind my back and told me that I could finish my therapy session later.

A positive thing to this whole lockdown situation, was that you couldn't see my erection through the jail uniform. A negative to the situation, was I had an erection in the first place and that that Y/N couldn't relieve it at all.

"I'll see you soon Dr. L/N," I said winking at Y/N as the guard escorted me out of the therapy room.

"Sooner rather than later Mr. Holland," She smiled back, her hair a mess and her skirt twisted slightly to the side.

As unfortunate as the alarm was, I know I wont be able to get her taste off my lips all night; which works perfectly with my new Polaroid photos in my jumpsuit pocket.