Range’s back rose from the table. Her legs spread wider. Her right hand rested on the back of my head.
That’s it, baby.
She pressed me into her. I sucked her clitoris into my mouth.
“Uhhhhhhh,” Range gasped.
The sound of her shuddering was revolutionary. My soul, heart, and head gathered. Together they marched in her honor.
“Shhhhhh.”
As much as I wanted to hear her unearthing, I valued her discretion.
“Please–” She begged as her flesh fell from my mouth.
A void formed immediately. To fill it, I stuffed my index and middle fingers inside of Range. Her walls collapsed around me. My dick ached. The rigidness had peaked. Still, I found myself more aroused. More lustful. More desperate. Hungrier. Thirstier. Completely out of my realm, yet still well within it.
“Quiet down, Sunshine. Too much is at stake, baby.”
“Mmmm.”
Her hips rotated. She was stirring her own pot using my utensils. Her yearning was apparent, and I refused to keep her waiting for what was hers to have.
I latched onto her skin, pulling her into my mouth again. She was supple. Ripened. Matured. Tender. Full grown. Ready to be harvested and eaten.
“Uhhhh. Yessssss.”
Her body curled. Her hand fell from my head. Disappointed in the disconnection, I grabbed a hold of her wrist and placed her hand back where it belonged.
My tongue developed an agenda of its own. It applied gentle pressure to her clit as I slid it up and down. For every time it polished her swollen nub, it stripped it in the next flicker.
“Oh God. Oh God.”
Range’s low, nearly inaudible moans brought me sheer joy. She listened well. She compartmentalized well. She followed instructions well. She abided by rules given to her by those in a position of authority in her life.
She’d placed me at the top of that list and my dick had yet to touch her sogginess… to touch her soul. It would, though. And, she’d be unrecognizable when that time came.
I located the sensor inside of her and rubbed my fingers against it. The strokes of my fingers matched the strokes ofmy tongue. They were in sync, both aiming for her utmost sensitivity. For her inclination. For her gratification. For her peak. For her undoing.
She began to buckle underneath me. Her grip tightened. If asphyxiation would be the end of me, I wanted it to be right here. Right now. Doing exactly what and who my heart desired.
“Siaaaaah.”
Her heartbeat against my skin.
Her warmth against my mouth.
Her sweetness against my tongue.
It was pure ecstasy. Range was ecstasy. And, I wanted to overdose as much as I wanted breath in my lungs.
I worked my fingers and tongue to the same accord. Range stiffened all around me. Her fingernails sunk into my hair. Her limbs tightened.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yessssssssss.”
There was a shattering earthquake inside of her, forcing a shift. As a result, her volcano erupted. Lava poured from her, moisturizing the hair on my face.
“That’s it. That’s it, Sunshine.”
