Chapter 479

The Prison Planet

... After sucking gently for a few moments, Morales took more of her breast into his mouth while occasionally batting her nipple with his tongue. A little later, he sucked harder, at times biting gently while he continued to nurse her as if he expected milk.

She sucked in another shaky breath, grabbed his head and pulled his face into her breast, trying to push more of it into his mouth while hissing out, “Yesss.”

Moments later, she sucked in air, her body going taut for a moment before her legs shivered violently as she crashed into orgasm, coming hard.

His intention had been to kiss her – nothing more – but something had kicked in and he found himself nursing her nipple. It seemed only natural to slide a hand down to cup her sex through her panties. He hadn’t really thought before doing it, but her shiver as she arched up against his hand gave him courage. After a moment, he trailed a fingertip up her slit, unerringly sliding it across her clit, thanks to the training of the call girls. Feeling the tiny bump, and repeating what they had taught him, he very lightly traced it with the fingertip.

The orgasm that was beginning to taper off reversed and built again. She took in another gasping breath, and without realizing it, whined with it becoming louder and louder as the orgasm turned into something beyond her imagining. She had bucked her groin against his hand as soon as he cupped her pussy; now, she arched up even more as she tried to press her sex harder against the fingertip.

Frustrated by the material separating his hand from her body, Morales pulled back enough to push the hand inside the offending garment, resuming his cupping of her sex and the teasing of her clit. At the same time, he sucked her nipple as hard as he could.

Her back strove to arch even higher, her body shivering as the whine segued into a scream that continued until she finally ran out of air and slumped limply in his arms.

The scream had caused the hens to squawk and make a puck, puck pucking sound as they were torn from their slumber.

Just before Morales panicked, Jasmine took a shuddering breath, and of all things, hiccupped. “Oh, my,” she mumbled, then giggled before hiccupping again. “That’s what they must have been talking about.”

Morales was still trying to process the comment when she grabbed him and delivered the most intense kiss yet, her tongue seeking out his. He didn’t know how long the kiss lasted, but he was certain he never wanted it to end. When it finally did, though, he realized that her eyes were leaking tears.

“What, Baby? Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I guess I got carried away. I didn’t start out to do anything other than kiss you. I just...”

“Oh, shut up,” she half cried, half giggled before kissing him again, this time with salty lips from the tears. “Nothing’s wrong, Dummy,” she whispered into his ear when she broke the kiss to breathe past a stopped-up nose. “Can’t a girl cry without a man making a big deal out of it?” After a short pause, she continued to herself, I think I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my life.

After hugging him intensely for several minutes, she gradually relaxed more and more. Shortly, her breathing changed and he realized she was asleep.

An already-pleased Morales, smiled even more. Even as he lay there, he knew that he would have been pissed if one of the call girls had gone to sleep before he could have had at least one orgasm. As he looked at the indistinct outline of her face in the weak lantern light, all he felt was love for this woman in his arms – and an erection that was so strong that it was literally hurting.

Gently, ever so slowly, he eased backward until he was out from under the skins, Junior having long since deserted the humans in favor of snuggling by his mother where there wasn’t so much noise.

Quietly, Morales came to his feet and walked several steps deeper into the darkness of the cave. Yanking his shorts down past his groin, he fisted his cock for less than a dozen strokes before sperm gushed out onto the barely-seen wall of the cave, the intensity of the orgasm making his legs weak. He knew he had groaned, and hoped he was far enough away that she hadn’t heard him. When his cock quit spurting, he shook it off and pulled his shorts back up.

“Damn,” he muttered when he realized where he was standing. “I hope I didn’t get spunk onto the shelves I’ve been building for her, but I had to relieve some of the pressure. Oh, well, my stuff will be absorbed into the dirt by morning – I hope.”

Quietly making his way back to the glowing fire, he washed his still half-erect dick, got a drink of water and went back to bed. Just as stealthily, he eased back under the hides to put an arm across this amazing woman. Within moments, he was asleep, a grin on his face as erotic dreams took him away from the real world.

Gertrude’s morning song – an irritatingly loud squawk demanding breakfast – awakened him. As he felt Jasmine’s body snuggled to him, his memory came back and a grin broke out just before the pressure in his bladder pushed into his sluggish brain enough to make its presence known. “Shit, I’ve got to pee before I drown,” he whispered as he slid ungracefully from beneath the hides.

“What?” Jasmine wondered aloud before her sleeping mind caught up and she realized a new day had started. Then ... she remembered.

“Honey, come back to bed,” she whispered sexily just as the lantern came on full.

“Can’t. Gotta pee – bad, “ he returned as he danced around trying to pull his pants up with one hand while reaching for his boots with the other.

She lay there giggling quietly as he threw on his weapons. A few seconds later, he and the wolves were gone.

Jasmine, a big smile on her face, reached a hand into her panties to drag a fingertip through her folds, teasing her clit as she ran the happenings of last night through her mind. The memory was wonderful, and her pussy and nipples were super sensitive this morning, but ... she was afraid to bring herself to orgasm, even though she thought she could accomplish it in only a few seconds, because she was desperately in need of emptying her bladder, too. “Stop, Dummy, or you’ll pee on yourself,” she groaned aloud as she threw the hides back and came to her feet. “Gotta stop drinking so much coffee,” but she knew she wouldn’t.

By the time she had her clothes and weapons on, she was wondering if she had let things go too far last night. I’m on a prison planet with a man sentenced to life. After I’ve turned down all those eligible men, why in the world have I allowed myself to go so far with Morales? she asked herself.

“Face it. You’ve fallen in love with him,” she answered herself aloud.

She, like Morales, practically set a record in getting her clothes and weapons on. With her mind a moil of conflicting thoughts, she hurried outside.

Morales was a distance up the hill, barely seen, squatting behind some bushes. Lila saw her and came bounding back, snow flying everywhere. “Let’s go out this way,” Jasmine told the wolf as they struggled through snow that had not been packed down by all of them frequently walking through it.

When all four had finished their morning constitutionals, Morales met her near the entrance. Reaching out, he pulled her to him. “I know you’re probably having second thoughts, and justifiably so. I’m a damn lifer. There’s no future in your getting involved with me.”

She, of course, had been thinking roughly the same thing herself, but his mentioning it somehow aggravated her. Before she quite knew what she was doing, she snarled out, “So, who put you in charge of deciding what I could and couldn’t do?”

“What? I uh...”

But she was already stomping down the entranceway, muttering about bossy men.

Lila looked at him for a second, turned and seemed to mimic Jasmine, walking stiff-legged toward the door, then on through behind the woman who yanked the door closed in his face.

Morales stood there for a minute before casting his gaze toward Lobo, who chuffed, and, clear as a bell, seemed to send the equivalent of, “Search me. I don’t understand them, either.”

Morales waited a couple of minutes before sliding the door open, then closed it quietly behind them. She was readying the coffee pot, so, without saying anything, he went about building a cook fire.

When he had it going, and before he could do anything else, “I’ll take care of the main fire,” she said, “but we don’t have enough bacon for breakfast. Would you get some more, please?”

“Sure. Uh, Jas...”

Startling him, she grabbed and fiercely kissed him for a couple of seconds. “Go get the bacon,” she whispered before turning back to her fire fixing, but not before he caught the glint of tears in her eyes.

“Jas...”

“Go.”

He almost opened his mouth to argue, but, instead, spun on his heel. Grabbing the extra lantern, he turned it on and hurried down the corridor of the main cave. At the turnoff, he stepped into the side tunnel where he kept the salted meat, and separately, some of the vegetables.

After cutting off the last of the bacon, he brought it back, then on outside to wash some of the salt off in the snow.

Returning a few minutes later, he gave her the bacon and began peeling potatoes for breakfast. “That’s absolutely the last scraps of the bacon. We still have ribs and roasts, but if we want more bacon, we’re going to have to go hunting.”

She made some acknowledgment that he didn’t quite catch. He, did, however, note that the tears were gone, but she said only what was necessary as they prepared breakfast together.

After they had eaten, they worked to straighten up. Finally, she turned to him. “We need to get the snowshoes finished, so, if you would, how about making the pocket thing for our boots to attach to the snowshoes. The directions look simple enough, but I’ve never worked with leather – well, other than the lacing, I suppose. And remember, this doesn’t have to be pretty, just sturdy.”

Morales took the computer from its shelf and sat leaning against the wall to boot the laptop. Bringing up the picture and directions, he refreshed his memory.

When he had the leather, some rawhide strips and his awl to punch the holes in the leather, he told her he needed one of her boots for a pattern.

“Do yours first,” she said as she began plating breakfast for everyone. “But come eat now.”

When she gave him his food, Morales sat on the log by the fire as he generally did when eating. Jasmine put the wolves’ food out, took her plate and sat beside him. He hadn’t expected that, rather expecting her to sit by herself since she seemed to be mad at him.

They ate in silence for a while before Morales gathered his courage enough to say, “Jas. I went too far. I don’t have any excuse, but I swear it wasn’t planned. I just...”

“Don’t you dare apologize,” she snapped at him. “Don’t you dare! It was the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me in my life.”

“But ... but ... why are you mad at me then?” he started, his cup halfway to his mouth as he just sat there and stared at her.

Shaking her head, she muttered something under her breath that sounded like “clueless men”, but he wasn’t sure. “Eat your breakfast. We have the snowshoes to finish, a tree to cut and logs to bring in. With the depth of the snow, it’s going to be difficult,” she said, matter-of-factly.

While continuing to eat, she studiously ignored him. After a moment of wondering what to say, he speared another slice of potato and put it in his mouth. Is she mad because I overstepped my bounds? That’s got to be why she’s pissed – I think. I mean, she slammed the door closed in my face. But she kissed me. Shit, I guess I can understand her being pissed. We were kissing last night, and then without bothering to give her a chance to say no, I just started sucking on her tit. And well, putting my hand on her pussy seemed like what needed doing at the time. Not that I was capable of any deep thinking by then. She was responding, and well, teasing her clit seemed ... Hell, face it, Morales, you didn’t think, but just did it. But, dammit, I’ve never been with a woman yet who didn’t like it. She surely didn’t try to push me away, either. At least, I don’t think she did. I was pretty much into it by then, so I might not have noticed. Oh, shit, I don’t understand her. She seemed to have a truly massive orgasm, and she went right off to sleep afterward, but she did cry a little. Dammit, I thought those were tears of joy, though. Shows how much I know. Oh fuck it, Morales, you don’t know your ass from a hole in the ground when it comes to what women are thinking.