Chapter 67

I couldn’t contain any of my sounds. Not the measure in which Randall dedicated himself to my intimacy, rubbing his face in my moisture and moaning softly with each suction. the as I looked down, even with my mouth occupied, I realized that the pleasure made him even more involved with my delivery. I was stunned to notice that he intensified his effort by feeling my overwhelming desire and my uncontrollable reactions.

His tongue turned according to my clitoris with skill and slowness, torturing me and making small moans escape by sensitivity. Despite everything, I could not ask him to stop, because the sensitivity also aroused a pressure at the base of my belly and a comforting heat in the spine. Even without admitting it, at that moment, I was completely his. Fully open, wetting your fingers, your face and the bed mattress.

I let out small gasps for the delirium of extreme pleasure, arching my body and burying my head in the pillow. My hands didn’t know where to fix any