Beauty from Surrender (Beauty 2)

"I know."

There is something she can do to get me by. "Would you be willing to do something for me?"

"You know I will."

She's going to think I'm a filthy bastard for sure when I ask her but I can't help it; I'm so hard up for her. It's terrible going from sex every day to nothing at all. "I really need to get off and I'd love to see you naked while I do it."

"Jack Henry!"

She thought I was kidding when I mentioned it before I left. I wasn't. "Come on, baby. Do a striptease for me. Please."

"That's why you wanted to video chat—so you could get me naked."

"No, it isn't. I wanted to see your beautiful face, but then I sniffed your knickers right before we connected and now I've got a massive hard-on I need to do something about. I could really use your assistance here, babe."

She's laughing at me. "You sniffed my panties?"

"Yeah. I stole some you'd worn because I'm so f**king addicted to the smell of your snatch." She's looking at me with what I think is disbelief because I've said those words to her. "You and I both know I'm a dirty bastard, so you don't even have to say it."

"My snatch?" she asks.

"Yeah. I love you—and your snatch is part of you—so there's not a damn thing wrong with me loving it too. And I do. Wholeheartedly." I can see that she's leaving the kitchen table. "What are you doing?"

"Well, I can't very well strip naked in my kitchen. And I need jams. You know I have to have sexy-time music if I'm going to get naked for you."

Oh, f**k yes! "Whoa, wait a minute. I'm in my office and I need to lock the door because I will fire anyone who walks in here while we're getting busy."

"You do know we won't actually be getting busy, right?"

"Baby, I have an imagination and I'm gonna use it," I call out as I get up and walk over to lock the door. I turn the knob and pull on it for reassurance. This is not an occasion when Mrs. Porcelli needs to come in and quiz me about what I want to eat.

I'm back at my desk with one raging hard-on and she hasn't taken off a stitch of clothing yet. "I'm ready when you are."

I hear a slow, seductive song begin to play in the background, but I don't see her. A moment later she reappears and begins to slowly sway to the music as she sheds her shirt over her head. She tosses it somewhere in the room and I recognize the white lace bra she's wearing. I know the matching knickers—string bikinis with the tiniest scrap of material to cover her.

She reaches around to unfasten her bra—something I always do for her—and she lets it drop to the floor. Her tits are so damn beautiful. I haven't seen or touched them in a week and it's killing me. "Touch 'em for me."

She takes her hands and grasps them from the bottom and sides to push them together. Her teeth graze her bottom lip as she uses her thumb and index finger to roll her ni**les. "You like that, don't 'cha?"

"Indeed I do, but I like it so much better when it's me doing it."

This brings a grin to her face. "Me too." She moves her hands slowly down her stomach until she reaches the button on her jeans and pops it open. "Oops. Look what happened there." She slides her zipper down and begins to shimmy out of her pants and undies. "Tsk. Tsk. I hate when my clothes fall off like that."

Mmm. She's so f**king hot standing there naked for my eyes only. I can't help myself. I have to get some relief so I unzip and start doing what Laurelyn would do for me if she were here. "Touch yourself and pretend it's me."

"You're ordering up some extra dirty with a side of kink today," she says as she walks backward to sit on the bed. She slides back and spreads her legs so I have a perfectly clear view when she touches herself. "You want to see me touch this?"

"Oh, yeah. That's it." I watch her rubbing herself and I remember exactly what it felt like when my fingers did exactly what hers are doing now. "This has to be the sweetest torment I've ever endured." I start wanking off faster because I just need it to be over. I never thought I'd feel that way, but I'm in misery.

"I know that face," she teases. "I think my boy is about to come."

"I damn sure hope so because I'm about to f**king…die…here." It's only a moment later that I come hard and fast, just the way I need to. I lean my head back against my office chair and enjoy my release. It's not what I get when I'm with Laurelyn, but it's the next best thing. I'll take what I can get at this point.

"The boy has rounded third and…yes! We have a home run, ladies and gentlemen."

I laugh because I don't know another woman who would coach her boy on like that. And I definitely don't know who would get naked and touch themselves so someone else could get off. "Thank you, babe. You don't know how much I needed that."

"I bet I do. I may or may not be putting the Bullet to a lot of use these days."

I don't know how I feel about that. "The Bullet's fine, but don't use the other one. I don't want anything inside you but me."

"You're being silly. A vibrator could never replace you."

I hope not but I don't want to take any chances. "It won't if you don't use it. I hear that women can become desensitized to normal sexual touch when they use those things too much. They can't orgasm with a man, and I don't want that to happen because I plan on being the one to make you come. A lot."

"I want you to make me come so you shouldn't worry. I'm not a fan of anything being inside me except you."

"Perfect. That's exactly what I want to hear."

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Six weeks down. Six weeks to go. And it sucks. Major.

Life on the road isn't at all what I thought it would be. I wasn't naïve. I knew traveling all the time would be brutal, but I imagined the love of the fans would make up for all the negatives. Don't get me wrong; they're great, but home isn't a rolling tour bus or a different hotel each night. This life doesn't cut it for me.

Maybe I wouldn't feel this way if I didn't know the love of my life was waiting for me to come to him. But I do know, and it's making me miserable. It's getting worse every day and I feel like I could be falling into some kind of depression.

We talk every day without fail—and sometimes have a little naughty time via video chat—but it doesn't make being apart easier. I'm terrified he's going to grow tired of what we're doing and decide he doesn't want to continue with our long-distance relationship because he needs something tangible and I can't be that from so far away. He seems okay with the way things are—for now. I know that won't last forever, but I don't need it to last for much longer.