I freed her clit from my mouth, but not her insides from the strokes of my finger. I continued to massage her. Coax her. Deepening our connection. Sealing our fate. Putting a bid in on our future.
“Please. Pleas— Uhhhhhh.”
She was preparing for the mess we both knew she’d make. I wasn’t. Her walking out of the room with her head high and her chest out was paramount. A wet skirt wouldn’t allow her to reek of the confidence I enjoyed watching. It would fill her with shame. Regret. And disappointment.
Not for my baby.
Without warning, I halted and slid my hands from her honey pot. I lifted, meeting her face to face. My fingers slid into hermouth with ease. She accepted them. Selfishly, I pulled back after a few seconds, needing to taste her for myself.Again.
She was divine. She tasted as good as she looked. She smelled as good as she tasted. Range was the total package.
“I want to feel you inside of me,” she rushed out, breathlessly and without shame.
I took her into my mouth, abandoning my fingers that still had traces of her between them. She felt so real. So right. But, it was hard to decipher facts from fairy tales at the moment.
The lines were blurred.
She made that possible.
And, the young boy in me thanked her, silently.
“Josiah.”
Her voice was muffled against my lips. Against my tongue.
“Mmmm.” She moaned. “Please. Ins– Inside of me.”
I kissed her longingly. Deeply. Passionately.
“I need– to feel– you.”
“Shhhhh.”
I freed her voice as I lifted my body up from the table. The white rag in my back pocket wasn’t a prop. It had a purpose. I removed it and placed it against Range’s pussy. She was soaking wet.
“Siah.”
I blotted her dry, careful not to cause pain or unpleasant friction.
“You will feel me, Sunshine. But, it won’t be behind these walls when you do. You deserve better than that. We both know it.”
I shoved my towel in my pocket again, not bothering to clean my face. With my assistance, Range managed to get up from the table. Her heart was pounding in her chest. I could see it each time it beat.
“You’re beautiful,” I reminded her. “Even when your head is a mess.”
She was battling so many emotions. So many feelings. So many fears. Still, she was here. Ready and willing.
Her long eyelashes bounced, trying to conceal those big rounds of hers. It was useless.
“Where do we go from here?”
“We go where our heart guides us.”
She peered up at me.
“Where is yours guiding you?”
“Wherever you are, Sunshine. That’s where I’ll go. That’s where I’ll be. That’s where I’ll stay.”
