And I gaped again.
“So it’s really true then,” I gasped. “You’re taking the reins of the family company.”
And Stone grinned at me then.
“Actually, I’m not taking the reins, I’ve already taken the reins,” he winked. “I was named CEO last week, installed at the head of the corporation, and there’s a ton of shit to do.”
“So why are you here now then?” I asked. “If you’re so busy, why are you here?”
And the big man threw up his hands before pulling me closer, my breasts touching his chest now, my softness pressed up against his hardness.
“I swear Evie, have you not heard anything I’ve said? I’m in love with you,” he said, suddenly serious again, gripping my chin in his hand so that I looked deep into his eyes. “I stayed away because I wanted you to get on your feet, become independent first. And now that I’m back,” he said determinedly, “it’s time to start up again.”
And with that, I gave in, my heart pumping, my pulse racing at a million miles an hour. Because although I hadn’t completely internalized Stone’s explanation, I did understand the words “I love you,” “I’ve fallen in love with you,” and “I’m in love with you.” And my lover had said those words repeatedly during our conversation, said them again and again for my benefit, to help explain things, help resolve outstanding issues.
So I threw my arms around him and caught his mouth in a kiss, infusing it with everything I felt for the man, how much I’d missed him, how much I adored him still.
“Fuck me Stone,” I breathed. “I’ve missed you so much.”
And the big man groaned deep in his throat, his hands possessive on my back, trailing up and down before reaching in front and cupping my tits, squeezing and fondling, pulling the nips and making me squeal.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he growled. “You’re a horny little girl with a slutty little cunt and a dirty little mouth. And baby,” he paused for emphasis, “I fucking love it.”
And I mewled into his mouth, twisting and turning, begging him to kiss me and the big man obliged. His mouth slammed onto mine, demanding, possessive, making me gasp with need, Stone drinking in each exhale, breathing me, savoring my essence.
“Fuck little girl,” he said hoarsely, his mouth trailing up and down my neck. “I’ve missed you so much. Let’s get you out of this,” he said, his hands already pulling at the wrap, the flimsy material gauzy and sheer.
But I had other ideas. Standing up, I leaned down for a kiss before backing away.
“Stone,” I said sinuously, “I want to dance for you.”
And the big man groaned, leaning back on the lounger, his face hungry, ravenous, a huge tent as his groin. But he nodded, eyes eating me up.
“Make it quick baby, otherwise I’m going to rip that shit off you.”
And slowly, I began swaying on the deck of the pool. I twisted this way and that, letting an internal music play, running my hands through my hair, the brown curls a glorious fall. Slowly, I undid the string tie of my wrap and stroked the fabric off my shoulders, letting the gauzy material drop to my feet.
“Oh fuck,” Stone groaned, his eyes fastened to my curvy form, his dick out now, already stiff and dripping at the tip. “Oh fuck little girl, make it quick I’ve gotta get in you,” he ground out, his hand moving up and down his shaft, fisting it in a tight squeeze. There was so much pre-cum that his rod was already shiny, the lube highlighting every bulging vein, the raging red helmet at the top.
And I licked my lips lasciviously, running my little pink tongue over my lips suggestively.
“You like?” I asked, cupping a breast through my swimsuit. “You like?” I breathed.
Stone was like a man on fire
“Take. It. Off,” he commanded, fist pumping even faster now.
And without any further ado, I began undoing the zip at the front of my swimsuit. My outfit was already ungodly tight, I’d put on a couple pounds so the spandex hugged my curves like a glove, my boobs squeezed out the sides, the thigh cut-outs indecently high. And as I unzipped the front zipper, the black material peeled back, my boobs literally bursting out with relief, liberated from their confinement.
“Ohh big boy,” I cooed, toying with a fat pink nipple. “See this?” I said, pulling at the hard tip, popping it like a cork. “She misses you.”
And all Stone could do was let out an incoherent cry, an “aaaargh” from the back of his throat as he stroked harder, faster.
I just smiled. This was all part of the plan. Swaying gently still, I pulled the zipper down even more until the swimsuit completely split down the front, a hint of my pussy right at the very bottom.