Page 144 of Range
“What route are you considering, Range?”
“The natural route. A midwife. A doula. And a private physician in the event something doesn’t go according to plan.”
I sighed, pushing out a deep breath. While I understood her stance, twin pregnancies were much different from the averagepregnancy. She wasn’t carrying one child. My baby was carrying two.
“Are you sure?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“I know a team,” I offered. “I’ll set up an appointment.”
“Thank you.”
Visibly relieved, Range lifted her body on the tips of her toes and kissed my lips. I held her there.
Fingers around her neck.
Hand on the slight curve in her back.
I dominated her warmth, pulling her in and exploring her mouth without shame. Hunger consumed me. I’d been starving since our last encounter. Every night, I was reminded of her walls. Every day, I wished they were surrounding me.
“Josiah,” Range breathed out against my lips.
There was a deep yearning laced in her words. Her voice cracked. The weight of her body became my responsibility. She peered up at me, sadness and hope wrestling for those big brown eyes. Though lost, Range was exactly where she wanted to be, awaiting my guidance.
“Sunshine,” I began. “Please forgive me.”
“For what?” She asked breathlessly.
“Disrespecting you and ravaging your body as if I don’t have the utmost respect for it.”
Her eyes closed briefly as she digested my words. I utilized the time to remove the space separating us from the table. As disheartening as it was for me to unravel her in the discomfort of the government-owned dwelling, the discontent in her eyes and the thirst in her voice made it impossible not to.
“Hand on the table,” I demanded.
I pushed her black skirt over her ass. My dick was brick hard at the sight of her pantiless, hairless pussy. Words were simplya distraction. Range didn’t have to be here today. There were no new developments on the case, as she’d admitted.
Her intentions were clear. I’d read her well. She’d come for two things.
To give me what I wanted.
To get what she wanted.
Though I hadn’t voiced it, I was eager to see the small pudge in her midsection. It made this all real. Because I was still taken aback by the idea that I had children developing in her womb. Not because it was impossible. But rather because Range is a literal dream. And her becoming the mother of my flock feels unreal.
Range, however, wanted to feel me inside of her again. Stretching her walls apart. Reminding her how we’d gotten into this predicament. Reminding her why she was seeing it through.
I kneeled, diving nose first into her creaminess. Her arousal was loud and uncompromising. It didn’t attempt to conceal her desires. It made them known.
“Mmmmm.”
With my nose trained on her canal, I ran my tongue across her clit and continued down her softness.
“Siaaaaaaah,” Range moaned.
I gripped both of her ass cheeks and pulled them apart near the back of her legs. Her pussy greeted me again. This time, I could see every inch of it.
I deepened my presence. My tongue stuck to her like glue. I swiped it across my creamy canvas, making a masterpiece.
