“Mmmm. I do.” If she doesn’t get over here fast, I’m grabbing her. It’s been too long.
She reaches the edge of the stage and sits, setting the magazine beside her. It’s when her legs lift just enough to slip her leggings free that a low rumble breaks free from my throat. “Fuck.” No panties, either.
Cove knows what she’s doing. So much so that her legs spread wide, revealing her swollen cunt in all its majesty. I’m so close, I can practically taste her. Smell her. Fucking see her cum dripping from the slit of her center. My groan is untamable, ready to break free and charge at her.
But she holds still, propping her spread legs along the edge of the stage and leaning back against her palms. Her head falls back, and I take in the untouchable power she holds over me.
The only word adequate enough to describe my thrill for her is worship. I want to worship at the throne of herbeauty for all of my days. The silkiness of her pale skin, perfectly trimmed pussy, and nipple rings that buzz across the tip of my cock as I fuck her with it.
She’s divine.
“I want to touch you so badly,” my voice cries out on a plea, gaze drifting from the slope of her neck and back to her core.
“I can see that,” she tells me with beautiful confidence, eyes tracing the bulge of my cock. “You get to watch me touch myself instead.”
“I’d like that, my love. May I direct you?”
The softest whimper breaks free. “Please.” But before I can say the word, she flips open the magazine beside her and opens the page to my article. “You may want nothing to do with this, but I do. I want to fuck myself while I look at you.” She nods to the headline with my staged headshot plastered beside it:Multimillion Dollar Texas Cowboy, Stetson Cole, Seeks Love. But Will He Find It?
Cove grins wide, and one hand reaches for her tit, drawing the silver ring between her fingertips. “The you before me,” she elaborates and then looks my way. “And the you with me. Both my favorite versions. One a man full of yearning, and the other a man full of love…and undeniable sex appeal. Seems fitting I fuck myself to both of them, wouldn’t you agree?”
How hasn’t anyone snatched her up and run by now? She’s the whole damn package.
“Yearning?” I mutter breathlessly. “Not sure I ever stopped. Hope I never do.”
“Then yearn for me some more, Stetson. Ache to touch me. Ache to be inside me, knowing you can’t just yet.”
“You get to come first. Always.” My hands find the metal base of the chair, the only stability within reach to keep me from ending this here. I’m conflicted because Iwant to watch her, but I also want to throw her against that fucking wall and make her scream my name. “Run your hand down the slope of your stomach. Slowly. Not too fast. Pretend it’s my hand touching you. You’re so soft, Cove. Tell me what you feel.”
“I feel chills.” Her voice quakes, hand passing where her hips meet the dip of her thigh. “And warmth. Like my skin is on fire. But I want closer. I need to touch my pussy, Stetson. It aches so bad.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Hallelujah fuck.
“We’ve been apart for too long,” I mumble assertively, hating the fact that we could have been together all along. “Touch your clit. Carefully, as if it’s my tongue rolling across it. I wouldn’t be able to help myself.” Her finger meets the swollen bud, and a spasm wracks through her entire body, a strangled moan vibrating off the walls of the room.
“Stetson,” she calls out.
“That’s it, my love. You’re doing so well. Almost too well.” I watch in fascination as Cove shows just as much attention to one tit as she does to her clit. I love the way her body comes alive at the smallest touch. The way her knees turn in just slightly, wrestling with the overwhelming sensations. But she leads herself with fierce pride, knowing she’s in control of her own pleasure.
My voice, however? I want that to be the thing that makes her fall apart.
“Slip your middle finger inside.”
“Like this?” she whispers, eyes never leaving mine. I feel the combination of love and passion stirring between our bodies, although from an unbearable distance. I lower my gaze and follow the way her finger soaks itself in her cum, needing no preparation before sinking inside.
“You're perfect,” I tell her, my grip on the chairstrengthening. “In and out, okay? Curl that finger deep when the ache builds up. It’ll feel so fucking good.”
“Yeah,” she pants. “Feels sooo good, Stet. I want you.”
“Work it in and out while you read me the article. Second paragraph, Cove. Don’t miss a word.”
The urge is carnal. Carnal to ravish her, but also for her to hear my faith in us all this time. While she was isolated in worry, I was steady in perseverance. I believe there’s a reason Cove ended up on my jet months ago. I’ll never question it, but will do anything and everything to prove to her I’m grateful it happened.
A simple change in flight plans brought me to my forever. A trip to strike a business deal I was never convinced needed to happen.
And I can’t imagine my life without her now.
With one hand paying close attention to the lips of her pussy, she turns her focus to the magazine and strangles through words as she pleasures herself. I stand the moment her voice rings out, dragging the chair behind me to get closer.
