Love Behind Bars

Linda stepped inside Elvira’s cell the next morning with her guard up. She knew something was off the minute that invitation came through. But the door had barely shut before Elvira grabbed her wrist and pulled her close. The hard edge she’d worn since the first day vanished. In its place came soft lips, eager hands, breath hot against Linda’s ear. The kiss went from testing to claiming in seconds. Fingers moved fast under shirts, skin meeting skin. They didn’t talk. They didn’t need to. Elvira pressed Linda against the concrete wall, slid one hand down between her legs and rubbed her through the thin fabric until it soaked through. Linda’s breath hitched. She pushed back, grinding against Elvira’s thigh, wanting more friction. Both of them stripped fast. Elvira dropped to her knees, tongue sliding through Linda’s folds in long, wet strokes. She licked her open, sucked on her clit, pushed two fingers in deep and started fucking her right there. Linda’s knees shook. She held the metal frame of the top bunk and let it happen. They traded positions, traded mouths. At one point Elvira had her bent over the lower bunk, three fingers buried inside her, whispering filthy things while Linda came hard and tried not to make a sound. Afterwards they stayed locked together on the thin mattress, skin slick, hearts still racing. Outside the bars everything stayed the same. Inside, something had shifted and they both knew it.