“Ever heard of the five love languages, Cove?”
Old man generation.I hold back my giggle, too curiousabout where this could go. “Of course,” I mumble, appreciating the way he pays equal attention to every part of me. Stetson washes my arms, hips, the crevice of my neck, and even down to the tips of my fingers.
I’m ten seconds away from shoving that loofah between my thighs.
If it’s even possible, his voice lowers to a throatier timbre. So deep my eyes can’t stay closed long enough to miss what his face looks like, too. His lashes flutter in a way that shows he has nothing but time for what’s next. The fullness of his lips draws into his mouth like, despite his desire to go slow, he struggles to hold himself back.
Well, that makes two of us.
“Although I lack relationship experience, I’ve always known my love language. Can you guess which it is?”
“Physical touch?” I guess on the angstiest whimper.
Stetson shakes his head, and I know the smirk that follows represents something I’ll enjoy very much. “Acts of service.”
Oh, sweet baby Jesus.Please.
The loofah in his hand caresses my core as his words penetrate. “Should we find out if that is yours as well? Tell me, how can I serve you, my love? Should I eat your pussy or feed you my cock?” Abandoning the loofah altogether, one thick finger glides up my center. Just one. He doesn’t enter me, only teases my swollen slit as he waits for me to answer.
As much as I love when Stetson goes down on me, the thought of sucking him dry makes me wild. I’m losing bits and pieces of my resilience, and I can’t find it in me to care. All I feel is relief. I’m relieved to trust him enough to call the shots. “I think I’ll take your cock, cowboy.”
A growl erupts from his lips as his command fills the room. “Then get on your fucking knees and take me out.”Stetson stands to his full height, bulge in line with my face as I rise. He lifts his shirt over his head, granting me a view more edible than my favorite dishes. He’s the dish. The main course I’m about to feast on.
Offering him eye contact, I tilt my chin upward as I lower his sweats. “It’s my time to serve you now, Stet. You give, and you give, but when do you ever take?”
“I need nothing as long as I have you.”
I smirk. “Figured you’d say that. That’s why you need a woman who will pleasure you with desperate willingness. It’s time for you to take my mouth, Stetson. Take it and fill it with your beautiful cock. Then, when all this shit is finished, you can have my pussy until the sun rises.”
“Let that be our epilogue?” he groans.
I nod as my fist finds the base of his shaft. This man understands my heart more than anyone ever has. “Our happily ever after,” I whisper against his cock before licking the bead of precum taunting me.
“Fuckkk.”
“This is where I take care of you.” I take him all the way, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat. “Relax and let me be the one who gets to make you feel good. Worshipped and cherished. Just like you do for me.”
His hiss vibrates off the walls as I thrust him into my mouth, in and out, while my fist grips his length for support and what I know to be added pleasure. An unavoidable ache builds in my core, causing me to rock in sync with my sucking.
“Grab the loofah,” Stetson bites out while grasping my hair in a firm tug. “Touch yourself.”
With one hand still wrapped around his base, I frantically search for the loofah in the bath water and place it between my legs. I need friction. Something to rideagainst. The moment the textured sponge hits my clit, I moan with strangled breath. “God yes.”
My hips rock, and my mouth returns to sucking, Stetson’s composure becoming more riled up the more intense I get. I can’t help it. There’s something about being the woman who makes Stetson cry for mercy and lose all inhibition that makes me feel like royalty. Despite all my conquests over the years, and likely Stetson’s, too, these intimate moments between us make the wait worth it.
The yearning for something greater.
Someone worth loving.
His grip on my hair tightens, and my core buzzes. I know he’s fighting to let me be in control, and as much as I love being the superior one, I miss his command. The mastery he has over my body when I surrender control. I pull from his cock, not foolish enough to miss his frustrated growl. I peer up at him, his eyes filled with fury and lust. “Did I tell you to stop?” he mumbles, grasping at the roots of my hair.
Fuck, I love this.
“You always show up for me. Even when you’re not invited,” I tell him sincerely before licking the underside of his shaft, my heart soaring as his eyes roll backward. “I’ve never had a man do that before.”
“Good fucking thing, too. Only me,” he growls.
My tongue latches around his swollen head, and I suck softly before licking him from base to tip again. “I’ve always idolized the idea of love through literature. But I never got to experience it for myself. Until you.” Another lick, and this time, the dragging of my tongue against the veins of his cock causes him to yank my head backward, pinning my eyes up at his starved glare. “You had to go and make me fall in love with you.”
