Aria comes back for more

You paced back and forth in your cell, your mind consumed by the events of the previous day. Aria, the prison guard, had given you a handjob that left you weak in the knees and yearning for more. You couldn't help but replay every touch, every caress, and every moan that escaped her lips in your mind.

As you lounged on your cot, lost in your lustful thoughts, you heard the familiar sound of approaching footsteps. Aria appeared at the entrance of your cell, carrying your dinner tray. But today, she seemed different. There was a sparkle in her eyes and a lightness in her step that wasn't there before.

"Here's your food, John," she said, setting the tray down on the small table in the corner of the cell. "I hope you're hungry."

You nodded, but your mind was elsewhere. Aria seemed to sense your distraction and leaned against the bars, her face just inches from you.

"You know, I couldn't help but think about what we did yesterday," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's all I could think about all day."

Your heart raced, and you felt your member twitch in response to her words. Aria noticed and giggled, her eyes roaming over your naked form.

"Looks like your penis was thinking about it too," she teased, nodding towards your growing erection.

You blushed, suddenly feeling self-conscious about your nudity. You reached for the blanket at the foot of your cot to cover yourself, but Aria stopped you.

"No, don't," she said, her hand resting on your arm. "I want to see you like this, John. It's beautiful."

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry. He knew that what they were doing was wrong, that it could have serious consequences for both of them. But seeing Aria's desire mirrored in her eyes made it difficult to resist.

"We shouldn't do this, Aria," you said, your voice shaking slightly. "If the other guards find out, you could get into trouble."

Aria's expression fell, and she looked away, her shoulders slumping. "I know," she said softly. "But I can't help how I feel, John. Every time I think about you, my heart races, and I feel like I can't breathe. It's like I'm addicted to you."

Your resolve was crumbling by the second. You knew that you shouldn't be doing this, that it was a recipe for disaster. But the way Aria looked at you, the way she touched you, it made you feel alive in a way you hadn't felt in a long time.

"I'm sorry," Aria said, her voice breaking. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just...I can't stop thinking about you, John. About your body, about the way you felt in my hand..."

Your breath caught in your throat at her words. You could see the effect they had on her body, the way her nipples hardened beneath the thin fabric of her toga, the way her thighs pressed together.

"Aria," you said, your voice low and rough. "Do you really want this? Because if we do this, there's no going back. We'll both be in trouble."

Aria looked up at you, her eyes shining with tears. "I want this more than anything, John. I've never wanted anything more in my life."

Your heart raced, and you knew that you were lost. You nodded, your consent given. Aria's face lit up with a smile, and she stepped closer to the bars.

"You know," she said, her voice teasing. "You're always naked in here. Does that embarrass you?"

You felt your face heat, and you nodded. "Yes," you admitted. "It does."

Aria's smile widened. "Well, maybe it would make you feel better if I wasn't wearing anything either."

Your eyes widened as Aria reached for the tie of her toga. She untied it slowly, letting the fabric fall to the floor in a puddle at her feet. Next came her sandals, kicked off carelessly. You watched, mesmerized, as Aria revealed more and more of her body to you.

When she was finally naked, you couldn't help but stare. She was beautiful, her skin smooth and unblemished, her curves in all the right places. Aria blushed under your gaze, hugging her bare form to her chest.

"Like what you see?" she asked, a coy smile on her face.

You nodded, unable to find your voice. Aria giggled and stepped closer, her hands wandering over her own body before reaching out to you.

Your breath caught as you felt her fingers brush against your skin, tracing the lines of your muscles, the ridges of your scars. She moved lower, her touch feather-light, until her fingers brushed against the head of your penis.

You gasped, your hips jerking forward involuntarily. Aria's eyes widened, and she wrapped her fingers around your shaft, stroking you slowly.

The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with desire. You could feel your control slipping, your need for Aria overriding any sense of propriety or caution.

"Aria," you growled, your voice rough with lust. "I can't...I need..."

Aria didn't need to be told twice. She pressed herself against the bars, her breasts flattening against the cold metal as she leaned in to kiss you.

You heard the clatter of the dinner tray hitting the floor, heard the rip of fabric as Aria pushed her way into your cell. And then you felt her, all of her, pressing against you, her skin hot and smooth and perfect.

They came together in a tangle of limbs, their mouths fused in a heated kiss. You felt Aria's hand wrap around your shaft, stroking you firmly as she kissed you deeper, her tongue delving into your mouth.