I watched him take off his boots from my position on the bed.
He had been working long hours on the ranch. The life of a cowboy wasn't an easy one, I knew that when I signed up for this.
What I didn't know exactly, was how lonely it could be. And how insatiable my sexual appetite had become.
I stayed home all day. Cleaning the trailer, feeding the horses, cooking the meals.
But all I ever really thought about was him.
His sunburnt skin.
Those long, lean muscles.
The calloused hands that would drag across my supple flesh like sandpaper.
I often had to stop my chores and touch myself.
I'd stick a finger deep inside my tight, wet pussy. I'd dream it was him as I fucked myself.
I couldn't get enough of his body.
I wanted his cock inside me every second of every day.
I guess you could call me desperate, and you'd be correct.
I was desperate for my cowboys juicy cock.
And now I was going to get it.
"I'm so wet for you," I purred, spreading my legs open for him.
I didn't bother with lingerie tonight.
I was completely nude, spread eagle on our bed.
I wanted him to see what he did to me.
I wanted him to know that he'd have me here, every single night, to do with as he pleased.
I watched as he smiled, fumbling with his belt buckle.
I dragged my hands down my body, my fingertips grazing my erect nipples.
I was so ready for him.