Page 166 of Range
I’d woken up six days in a row, and Range was still by my side. Still pretty. Still poised. Still precious. Still pregnant.
“You.”
She felt so far away. I slid down the bed and closed the gap between us. She stole the oxygen I pushed from my lungs. I stole the air she released.
“My breath likely stinks.”
“Your ass could stink, and I’d still kiss it,” I informed her.
Shamefully, she closed her eyes.
“How are you feeling this morning?”
“I feel good.”
“And the babies?”
“Everything feels fine.”
I hardly recognized the woman before me. She was changing so rapidly, so beautifully. I hardly recognized the home she was making either. Last night, I walked into a completely different space than I’d left. There was proof of life. There were signs of human activity.
Seasons filled the cabinets. Food filled the pantry. Clothes filled the hangers and drawers in the closets. Products littered the bathrooms. Plug-ins dispersed fragrance continuously.
“We have an appointment this week.”
“Yeah,” Range sighed, “I remember, surprisingly.”
“I’ll make sure you don’t forget, baby. Turn around.”
With a smile on her face, Range complied. She butted up against me, ass poking out. I lubricated my fingers and rubbed them around the tip of my dick. Clothes weren’t an option for us. Not at the moment. We were exploring each other's bodies constantly. No matter the time. It hardly mattered the place.
“Baaaaaaby.”
Range’s moans were infused with potential.
The potential to unman me.
The potential to control me.
The potential to undo me.
The potential to end me.
The potential to elevate me.
The potential to send me off the edge.
Her pussy was my life’s potion. That familiar warmth of her walls engulfed me, burying me alive. I rounded her neck with my right hand and gripped it gently.
The first stroke nearly cost me my sanity.
“This pussy so fucking good,” I moaned into her hair.
Labored breathing made it rise and then fall onto my face. I was smothering in her love and her light.
“Yesssss. Yesssss.”
She sounded like macaroni fresh out of the oven. Her faucet was never turned completely off. It dripped constantly, even throughout the night.
