Page 162 of Range
I lifted my body and positioned myself above his veiny tool that I hadn’t had the pleasure of viewing. My line of vision was entangled with his. I couldn’t break eye contact. I wouldn’t break eye contact.
The head of his dick met my slippery center. Slowly, I lowered my body onto it. He parted me like the Red Sea. I reciprocated his energy, drenching him on contact.
My neck slacked automatically. My head fell backward, and all bets were off. The eyes I’d secretly promised him had closed momentarily.
“Uhhhhhhhh.”
Wetness covered my left nipple. Soft fingers squeezed my left nipple.
“Mmmmmmm.”
I regained my composure. My hands rested on his shoulders as I stabilized my frame. I placed both feet flat on the bed. Josiah’s head fell onto the cushioned headboard.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
I had yet to begin my ride.
“Fuck.”
He gripped my face, bringing me closer to him. I lifted my body and then lowered it, sliding up and down his pole. I could feel my tilted drip pan lubricating Josiah’s dick with each stroke of my pussy. We were ridiculously wet.
Up.
Down.
“Sunshine,” Josiah moaned against my lips.
“Mm hm?”
Up.
Down.
The sound of our love was unbearable. The feeling of his head brushing against my love button was unbearable. His presence was unbearable. His scent was unbearable.
“I’m sorry,” he expressed. “I’m sorry I haven’t been here.”
He inserted his tongue into my mouth, only to retrieve it moments later.
“I love you.”
“I love you,” I promised. “Uhhhhh.”
Up.
Down.
“You’re fucking leaking.”
“Mm hm.”
Up.
Down.
My climax was on the rise. The sound of Josiah’s voice was influencing every part of my body.
“Uhhhhh.”
