Chapter 64

My interior seemed to be so sensitive and enraptured that Randall’s finger seemed huge inside me. Hot and cruel. My legs shook, wanting to get closer to him, stifling that distance where he didn’t touch, but he only held the inside of my thigh, reminding me not to move or he would be able to stop his movements at any time.

He pulled his finger and put it back on. Inside, outside, one finger, then two, and then his mouth closed according to my clitoris. The tongue touched a sensual, soft and then hard and fast caress, never in the same way, until all the nerves in my body were waiting for the next penetration of your finger, the next touch of your tongue. I arched in hard and small breaths, pulling the handcuffs again and sinking the back of my neck against the pillows.

So, his mouth closed according to my clitoris, and he sucked hard, as he dipped his fingers in and out of my vagina. I screamed at the moment when an electric spasm crossed me the way the glow of fireworks