“Yes.”
“Did you wear this skirt for me, Range?”
She swallowed the lump in her throat.
“Ran–”
“Yes,” she admitted.
“Would you like me to touch you, Range?”
“Yes.”
The hoisting of her body was instinctive. It spread across the table like butter. I parted her legs, finding her arousal to be the most pleasant scent I’d ever encountered.
“What are you doing, Siah?”
My name rolling off her tongue was blissful.
“What needs to be done.”
Range’s submission was the muscle behind my inclination. Her ability to command a space was as fascinating as her ability to release all control. Though uncertainty was unsettling, she revealed a new detail as her body relaxed against the coolness beneath us.
She trusts.
She trusts me.
She trusts me with her body.
She trusts me with her mind.
She trusts me with her likelihood.
She trusts me with the career she worked hard to establish.
And, for that, I would reward her. Today. Tomorrow. For the rest of our lives.
Her pantiless pussy stared back at me. I peered over her parted legs.
“You missed my touch, Range?”
“Yesssss.”
Her words were magic to my ears. I lowered my head between her legs. Time wasn’t on our sides. Though privileged, our visits didn’t last forever. Not everyone at the facility was on payroll.
Mine nor The Chemist’s.
And, unfortunately, they made it difficult for others to work around the books created to maintain structure.
Her pussy was as glossy as her lips. Just as she’d tucked those into her mouth, I wanted to tuck her bottom set into mine. Temptation was at the tip of my tongue. I smeared it across her clit.
“Uhhhh.”
“Quiet, Sunshine.” I whispered against her pussy.
Inch by inch, I explored her crevice. Her creek was active. Wet. Pretty. Perfect.
There wasn’t a detail I’d forgotten. My fingers remembered her well. It was time my tongue got to know her just as well. It had cost nearly five figures for this encounter and the sight of her pussy had already recouped my investment with interest.
