Saint Amara
old, and the few candles in the hallway cast long, shaky shadows.
but
wn was already twisted around her. She'd told the others she needed extra can
ed her when she saw pictures in her mind: hands touching, mouths, and feeling
weren't reall
Her nightgown was pushed up to her waist, showing her bare hips. Her breasts rose
for the thi
tom. She ran her tongue around the tip, then kissed it softly. She
herself open first, then she gently pushed
id in
ide her. Her hips lifted and rolled. Her hand moved, pushing the candle in and out of her wetness, faster a
ure need, pure want, a rebel wrapp
ar the soft cr
e dark shape stand
ing. Her mouth opened a little, but no sound came out. First came a shock, like a cold sp
ld have t
did
sliding her fingers under the thick fabric, past her underwear, to the hot
her clitoris and
went deeper with each push. Her body twisted, her moans sinful, desp
gers moved faster, matching Sister Emilie 's rhythm. She bit her lip to stop herself from cryin
Emilie c
highs trembled. Her back arched high. Her body squeezed the candle as her orgasm took over
t was al
. Her knees shook. Her lips parted as her body trembled. Her fingers were sli
he
ed hersel
d her fingers quickly on her sleeve. She stepp
er Emi
r eyes wide with fear whe
ndle lay wet and used beside her on the bed. "Mot
d strictness. Only a faint blush on her cheek
u doing?" she asked, h
shaking with shame. "I'm sorry. I
She sat on the edge of the bed, close to Sister Emilie 's bare thi
yourself...
d, tears quietly run
d looked at it. The end still glistene
eep this sin is?" she mur
. "I didn't know what else to do. I feel...
ie 's face. Her chest rose and fell too qui
rm, though it shook a little. "I'll return tomorrow night. You and I will speak of this a
rned to
the hall, she looked back. He
Sister Emilie . I'l
conti