My temperature spiked. So did her heart rate.
“Talk to me.”
“I– I– uhhhhh.”
“Range…”
I massaged her clit. Her spine curved. Her posture suffered.
“Yes?” She moaned.
My fingers caressed parts of her I wanted to feel around my dick. She was soaking and I wanted nothing more than to run into her rainy weather. No umbrella. No hat. No hood.
“I need you to focus. What is it that you need to tell me?”
“I cleaned.”
“You cleaned?”
“Um h– Uhhhhh.”
I located her internal switch and rubbed my fingers against it. The same rhythm was used to ignite the external one.
“Range.”
“Yesssss.” She nodded.
Her eyelids lowered. Her body leaned toward mine. Gravity was not on her side.
“Open your eyes, Sunshine.”
“Siah–”
“Look at me when I’m inside of you,” I demanded.
Her irises were mine again.
“Uhhhh.”
“Range.”
“Yessssss?”
“Talk to me.”
She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth as she nodded, struggling to hold her composure. She was falling apart. Ripping at the seams. Rapidly.
“The– the floors. The walls. Every– uhhhhh– everything.”
“And.”
I quickened the pace.
“New floors. New subflooring. New paint on the walls. New furniture. Same pieces.”
“As of when?”
“As of last night.”
