As soon as the vibrations hit, she releases a low groan. The realization that she’s orgasming pushes me almost to the brink myself. But she pries herself away before I can crest.
I lunge forward, trying to recapture her, but her fingers are tangled in my hair again. She holds me forcefully down while she convulses and thrusts into the air above my face. Eyes pinched closed, mouth open, she looks like she’s in her own world.
It’s unbelievably arousing watching her succumb. My fingers rub and knead between my legs. Just when I’m about to reach my own peak, she lowers herself to my mouth again, eager for more. Andoh,gods, I want to give her whatever she craves. Whatever she needs.
“Gods, Tiss,” she moans, using the headboard to drag her pussy over my tongue in deep, slow thrusts. “I’ve been thinking about this all damn day.” It’s not long before her skin flushes again and she freezes in the throes of another climax.
I swirl my tongue over her clit, feeling the rest of her spasm against my chin, and think that I could die like this and truly be happy.
The next time she wrenches herself away, I watch in awe while tremors wrack her, my own impending orgasmthreatening to break. My fingers find an insanely sensitive spot where my hood meets my clit. Heat rushes through me as I change my tactic, stroking that spot until my muscles clamp down, my peak within reach.
Once more she settles onto my face before I can plunge over the edge. Bliss scorches me, my own pleasure swelling while my tongue moves to the same rhythm as my fingers.
“Shit—” she gasps, arching and rocking her hips unrestrained. “Tiss, I’m— Damn it. I’m almost—” Her fist goes to her mouth, and she bites down as if to keep from shrieking.
I moan, sucking and flicking her clit, increasing the pressure while she rides my mouth with abandon. Giving a broken yelp through the fist crammed in her mouth, her final climax shatters her.
I’m only a few heartbeats behind, my orgasm shaking my body in a breathless rush.
Afterward, she climbs off me with shaky legs, perspiration glistening on her skin. I can’t take my eyes off of her as she leans off the edge of the bed to grab the hand towel from my basin stand and hands it to me. I wipe my face while she curls up beside me, her head cradled on my shoulder.
My mind is reeling with everything that just happened. “Don’t you need to get back to your room?” I don’t want her to leave at all, but I know she can’t stay here all night.
“I need a few minutes. There’s no way my legs are making it to the second floor at the moment.” Her bright giggle is followed by a yawn, those legs tangling with mine in the small bed.
Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, I yawn too. “You know how to wear a girl out, don’t you?”
She giggles, the sound lifting my heart like music. “Rest now,” she whispers, kissing the corner of my mouth.
The last thing I’m aware of is pulling the blanket over us and holding her tight before sleep consumes me.
There’s an uncanny stillness in the liminal span during which I’m not quite asleep but not fully awake. When my eyes flutter open, I have no idea what time it is. It’s still dark, and my lamp has been snuffed. I’m alone and naked in my bed.
My skin heats at the memory of how I wound up like this. Thoughts of Sadrie swirl in my mind while I pull my sleeping shift over my head and grab my panties.
Badly in need of the facilities, I head toward the washroom.
The “toilets” are no more than drafty holes in stone ledges. After relieving myself, I bend over one of the shallow basins, washing my face and hands. The pipes clank in the cold chamber, the sinks spitting nothing but icy water.
Having finished attending to my needs, I start back to my room on the opposite side of the building. For a time I move along the deserted walkway like a specter. I’m roughly halfway there when the illusion of solitude shatters.
“Girl!” Sister Ailen’s gravelly croak halts me in my tracks. “What are you doing out of bed at this hour?”
I turn to find her mouth twisted with scorn. “I was only using the washroom. I’m going back to bed now.”
“If that’s the case, I’ll escort you.”
She plods close behind while I lead the way, bewildered at her hovering. The thump of her cane blends with the rhythmic jingle of her keys. I’m only a few doors away when heavy breathing and scuffling catch my attention.
The noise comes from a walkway opposite us, across the atrium and one floor up. The finches below chirp in agitation, instantly restless.
Something’s wrong.Another heartbeat passes before mayhem breaks loose.
There’s a sound like a door crashing open. The finches cry out in alarm.
A pale woman with dark hair skids around the corner, hurtling at full speed down her walkway. She’s fully dressed in casual clothes, which probably means she’s another initiate, but I’ve never seen her before.
She isn’t alone. A shadowy figure races around the corner behind her, dressed in a sister’s scarlet robes.
