Chapter 10 #2
“I’m unsure if it’s how pretty you look right now, the fact that I never want to see that look on your face again, the fact that I wouldn’t mind seeing it again, or that I understand I will be no good when these walls are not surrounding us.”
“Meaning?”
“I want to give you a beautiful life, Range.”
“I have a beautiful life.”
Soundlessly, I nodded. It was true. It was also something I had yet to consider.
What does one offer a woman who has everything?
“You’re still on the surface of its beauty. There’s more depth. More dimensions. Undoubtedly, I am the man designed to expose you to those depths. Those dimensions. Love. marriage. Partnership. And, most importantly, peace.”
Her arms fell by her sides.
“It’s time to rest, Range. I’ll make sure your days are restful.
Fingerprints in the comforter because that’s how familiar it is with them.
Mattress contouring to your body because you’re there whenever you want…
as much as you want… for however long you want.
Pilates, pajamas, palm tress, and peace of mind.
“I want to release you from your worries. Your mental load. Your mental labor. I will offer you things life hasn’t yet.
Enhance the beauty of the world you’ve created, Sunshine.
You can tap on my skin until your head is no longer heavy and your brain is no longer foggy.
You can unravel. You can fall apart or you can fall together.
“You can make the rules. You can quit a hundred times. You can start a hundred more. You can vent. You can deflect. You can cry. You can do whatever your heart desires. I just want to be there. I need to be there. I will be there.”
“You frighten me,” she exhaled.
I shook my head and exposed too many of my teeth to count.
“I don’t frighten you, Range, my proximity and boundlessness does. To be frank, it scares me too, as much as it gratifies me.”
“So, I’m not alone?”
“You’re never alone. Not anymore. Not if you let me be here. For you. For life.”
She closed her eyes, running her fingers over her forehead. Soon after, her head fell into her hands.
“I’m not like the others, Josiah. Normal women exist. So many of them. You’d save yourself a lot of trouble taking your pick of the litter.”
“I’ve never ran from trouble, Range.”
Her head lifted from her hands.
“I like your kind of trouble. It’s the best fucking kind. The kind I won’t regret in the end.”
“Jos–”
“I like you,” I informed her. “All of you. Even the parts of you I’ve yet to learn. Even the parts of you that you’ve yet to learn.”
“Ughhhh,” Range groaned, pushing her fingertips into her cheeks. It was gratifying watching her unravel.
“Talk to me.”
She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. And, I didn’t need her to.
I rose, putting our distance behind me. On her side, I slid her chair backward. Hesitation never slipped into the equation. I extended a hand. She accepted, standing up on her feet.
With my right hand, I sunk my fingers into her skin and lowered my lips onto hers. Our tongues tangled. She was as sweet as I recalled. Darkness surrounded me briefly.
Josiah. I warned.
The realization that I’d lost my way so quickly peeled my eyelids back. It was imperative I remained in control.
To protect her.
To protect her career.
To protect her reputation.
“I’ve missed you.”
My confession came as I pulled away. I stared down into her anguished eyes. She was battling so much within.
Her morals.
Her beliefs.
Her feelings.
Her frustrations.
Her future.
“Have you missed me, Range?”
A nod followed my question.
“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.
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 of my 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.”
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 her mouth 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.”