Page 2 of Range
“Yesss. Yesss. Yesssss.”
I glared at the handsome man before me, silently encouraging him to push me over the edge. I was so close. Too close.
“Ahhhhhhh, yesssss. I’m cumming.”
Everything blackened. My pricked skin roughened with fine, painful bumps. There was a stirring in my center that flipped the switch of my consciousness, leaving me partially dazed and confused.
Behind my eyelids was half of the solar system. Twinkling stars reminded me that light existed–that I existed. The line between fact and fiction was thin enough to be sliced with a butter knife.
“Ohhhhhhh, Kason.”
My spine arched as my legs widened. I couldn’t pinpoint when my body had fallen onto the sheets or when Kason had claimed his throne so graciously, but my submission was effortless.
I gathered the strength of a woman determined to prove the world wrong and cupped the top of his head. The increased pressure against my clitoris forced warm air from my nostrils. My muscles tightened all over.
“Oh fuck– oh fuck.”
Kason didn’t believe in fairness. His actions made it obvious. I had yet to be grounded from my catapult into space. Yet his tongue was against me. His fingers were inside of me. His fingertips were against my sensitive spot. And, his mind was set on turning on my internal sprinkler.
“Kasssssoooon.”
“Let it go, Range. Let it go.”
Softly.
Kindly.
Gently, he requested my surrender. I was stubborn with my climax, but it was inevitable.
“Kas— oh— fuuuuuuu–”
“Let it go, baby.”
“Mmmm.”
Though prolonged, the first jolt of my body nearly paralyzed my limbs. I stiffened. My line of vision blurred as tears swelled in my eyes.
The quiet came, silencing my cries. Movement was unattainable. Vocabulary ceased to exist. So was my sanity.
The storm followed. Like thunder, the contractions shook my core each time they made their presence known. My cloud released an overflow of built-up frustration, stress, worry, wonder, contemplation, deprivation, grief, solitude, strife, and sexual tension.
“Um hm. That’s it, Range.”
An evident stream of Kason’s skill set sprang into the air.
“Mmmmmm fucccccc–”
The liberation from the tightness in my belly and the sensitivity of my vulva couldn’t be properly explained to a virgin woman or a woman who hadn’t experienced such intensity from a man’s touch. It was unearthing. It was overwhelming. It was a complete undertaking.
Simultaneously, it was emancipating and consuming. Pleasure, as awakening as it was, muddied your thoughts and delayed judgment. It didn’t allow you to think with a clear head or unbiased opinion about anything concerning or surrounding the person responsible for your pleasure.
But I’d been taught better.
I knew better.
And I moved accordingly.
My inclination was blissful. It soiled everything beneath me.
