Page 20 of Cove City, Volume II

Naheem

It was five am, and the peak of the sunrise crept through my window. It was hot as hell with no air conditioning because the electricity was off. I stared at the ceiling in my room, in my feelings. My body was going through the motions because the thought of rolling over to Pierre crossed my mind. Pierre working my body in ways that made me feel alive crossed my mind as well. I picked up my phone and scrolled to his number. The low battery notification popped up with six percent battery life. I hit FaceTime and waited for him to answer. It rang three times, and I got nothing. Right as I was about to hit end, a dark screen popped up. Pierre hadn’t said anything, but I knew he was there. I could feel his energy through the phone, and it made my body feel like it was on fire.

I knew he missed me just as much as I missed him. He moved the phone slightly, allowing me to get a glimpse of his gold chain and eyes. I propped my phone on the pillow next to me as I watched him watching me. My hands slowly eased down my body. I played with my nipples, rubbing my index finger and thumb across them.

“Mmm,” I moaned.

I thought about how his hands felt on my body. How his gentle touch made my skin feel so pleasant, “Ooo,.

“I exhaled.

My hand traveled down my belly and into my panties. I separated my pussy lips and let one finger caress my clit. My body jolted just slightly. “Baby,.

“I moaned again.

This time, I heard the phone shuffle. I knew it was something he wasn’t expecting, but I needed this. I had to let this out before I exploded. Sexual tension had built up in me, and if I was going to leave him alone, I needed one last orgasm to bless me before Pierre and I were truly no more. He still hadn’t said anything, and I was expecting him to, but I knew he was afraid that if he did, I would hang up.

I could tell he had adjusted his phone at this point. Four percent, my phone notified me. I closed my eyes and went to work. Four percent meant a good three minutes, and before my phone died, I was going to get off. I tilted my head back and caressed my pussy like I imagined he would. I played with my pearl as if it were Pierre. My finger circled, then entered my pussy as my mouth opened. A tingle went through me that made my legs shake.

“Ah, baby, mmm,.

“I moaned louder this time.

“I-oooo-I mmm,.

“I whimpered.

I was working my pussy like a nigga playing video games. My legs opened wider, and my hips began to move. I knew I missed my man because the way I was fucking on my own hand was a crime.

“Play with that shit, baby,.

“I heard him say.

“She wet, isn’t she? I know she’s real wet baby.”

It was his voice that did it for me, his deep, smooth, relaxed tone. I turned to the phone to look at him.

“I’m about to, ah,.

“I moaned again.

Before I could say another word, he turned on a light, and his handsome midnight face fully appeared. My eyes rolled backward; I needed him to say something else because I was right at the peak of my orgasm. I turned to look, and the phone had died. However, I didn’t want to stop, so I kept going until my legs tightened, my body began to curl, and the orgasm came out of me. “Pierre!.

“I screamed.

When I was done, I lay there panting, staring back at the ceiling. That did something for me, but it wasn’t enough. I missed my man, and although I vowed not to go back to Toussaint, I needed Pierre. I was built up with anger and sexual tension, and he was the only one I wanted to be around in this moment.