against him, his cock throbbing against her leg. “Tell me what your girlfriend did to you to make you come,” he muttered in her ear. “What was her name? Your girlfriend in prison.”
“Marissa,” she said. Riel remembered the feel of Marissa’s firm, silky tits and felt a pang of arousal. She clung to it, her mental life raft.
“Marissa,” Isaias breathed. “Tell me about her.”
“She had this amazing, dark skin, and an amazing ass. I loved the way it felt in my hands, all round and firm but still soft.”
He kissed her neck, his hands everywhere, but she hardly felt it, consumed by her fantasy. “Yeah?” Isaias said. “What kind of things did you do to each other, Riel?”
“My favorite thing was when one of the good guards would give us bathroom cleaning duty together, so we’d have some time. We’d get into one of the showers completely naked and turn the warm water on.” Riel ached. She felt herself get wet, remembering. “She’d suck on my nipples, and put her fingers inside me. Then she’d kiss my body, put her lips everywhere, soft kisses that felt good and tingly, and then she’d bite me just a little bit sometimes.”
Riel drew a breath as the fantasy filled her head, Isaias disappearing completely from her world. “She’d get on her knees and rub my clit with her little tongue.” Riel slid her hand down her pajama bottoms and rubbed, imagining Marissa’s wet, sensitive tongue there. “She was so good with her tongue, and she’d push her fingers in me real slow and deep, how I liked it, and she knew right where it felt good.” Riel rubbed slow and hard, her hips pressing up against her hand, and slipped two fingers deep inside her wet pussy, moaning softly. “She fucked me slow like that, until I wanted it, I wanted it hard, I’d be begging her until she finally banged me, fucked me hard up against the shower tile. She’d make me come…” Riel gasped as waves of pleasure broke over her, a small cry escaping her lips.
She came back slowly to reality. Isaias was squeezing her ass and stroking his cock; he grunted and gasped, then pulled his hand from his pants.
Riel blinked, laying stiffly as he kissed her.
“Ah, babe, I can’t wait until tomorrow night, when this deal is taken care of, and we can get away,” he said.
Riel squeezed her eyes shut. “Me neither,” she said.
***
Isaias waited while she took a long shower, then he took her out to breakfast. She sat poking at her crepes with her fork while he chomped down his breakfast fajitas.
“What story are you going to tell Lizette about why you’re giving her the money?” Riel asked. “Isn’t she going to get suspicious?”
Isaias shrugged, swallowing. “She knows not to ask too many questions. I’ll just tell her I need to spread the cash out a bit so I don’t have too much in one place.”
She made herself meet his gaze. “How much are you going to give her?”
He grinned lopsidedly, taking another bite of fajita. He spoke with his mouth full, Riel dodging the crumbs he launched at her. “Worried about your own prospects when you’re with me? Don’t worry, Rielita, I won’t give her all of it.”
Riel unclenched her teeth. “It’s not that. I know you’ll take care of us. I just need to know Lizette and the kids are taken care of too. Lizette’s had a hard life, Isaias. She made sure I had a good home through it all. She’s done so much for me.”
He put the fajita down and reached over to pat her hand, leaving dabs of steak grease on her skin. “I’ll make sure she and the kids have enough. And they have the house, which is all paid for. They’ll do fine.”
Riel forced a smile, her cheeks aching. Would the feds take the house too? She didn’t know. “You’re such a good man, Isaias,” she said.
“I try to be,” he said, grinning.
***
Isaias dropped her back at the apartment, telling her he had to take care of a few things, and so Riel was left to wander through the drab rooms, chewing her lip. Eventually she went out and sat in a coffee shop, thinking it would be easier to wrestle her agitation if she were surrounded by distraction. She sat on a stool by the window and watched people strolling over damp sidewalks sheened with oil, walking their dogs, laughing with each other. They existed in a