Something So Right (16 page)

I pull my head back, looking at him.

“How secluded is this house?” I lick his ear, taking a nip.

“Considering I don’t see anyone in the water and the closest house is about twenty minutes from here, I’m thinking we are all by ourselves.” He lets go of my ass, his fingertips slowly making their way to my breast.

My nipples are already peaked from the coolness of the water, but the minute he moves the material aside they become harder. He rubs his thumbs across both nipples at the same time, making my core fall tight in the middle of my stomach. I run my hands up his neck into his hair, pulling at the ends until his head leans back, giving me access to his neck.

I lean in, sucking the side of his neck into my mouth, tasting salty, marking him. It’s crazy how I want to get into him. “Did you mark me?” He stands up a little, just enough that both breasts are out of the water, water droplets on my nipples.

Taking a pebbled nipple into his mouth, he sucks deep, making my clit pulse. “I guess I can leave my mark on you, too, right?” he says, moving on to the other breast.

I leave his hair, positioning my core right on his erection. I try to get some friction going, but the sway of the water makes me float a little higher than I want. I make a frustrated moan right when he sucks in right beside my nipple, marking me with his purple kiss.

I don’t know why I’m so turned on by being branded. I put both hands on his pecs, rubbing my thumbs on his nipples, pinching them both.

His cock flicks my clit, making me want to rub up and down on it.

“Cooper, you need to move down. My pussy needs you.” I reach behind me, cupping his dick through his shorts. “I really need you to fuck me.”

He pushes me down, having me float into the water.

My back is on the water, floating on the surface. My breasts are still bare with my legs still wrapped around him.

I stretch my arms out to the side, floating in the water, basking in the sun, my whole body hot from his touch.

He traces his index from my throat down to the middle of my breasts, past my belly button, then stopping right on the outside of my bikini bottoms, right on my clit. The waves push my bottom up and over the water’s surface.

He pulls the fabric aside, my bare wet pussy glistening in the sun. He runs his middle finger from my clit to my opening, pushing in the tip, making my hips arch up, trying to meet his finger.

“Cooper,” I whisper while the water washes over me, wetting my nipples again.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says while he draws small light circles around my clit.
“Everything I’ve ever wanted.” He inserts two fingers into me, pumping twice, while another wave washes over me.

My hands are now on my breasts, pinching my own nipples, making my core tighten.

“Your clit is glistening.” He moves his hands up, putting his fingers into a V, squeezing my clit in between his fingers.

“Fuck,” I hiss out, trying to get my bottom to meet his fingers, but because of the water it’s slowly rising up.

“I want to eat your pussy.” His fingers go back into me, but he curls up when he enters, rubbing my G-spot.

“Every day I want this pussy in my mouth.” And just like that he bends down into the water, raising my pussy straight to his mouth. His tongue finds my swollen clit, sucking it into his mouth.

“Aaahhhh,” I cry out. “Eat me, fuck.” I want to ride his face up and down. “I want to come on your tongue.” He’s now fucking me with his tongue, my ass just above the water. I bring my hand to my clit, circling it with him. “My clit is swollen, Cooper.”

He moans into my pussy.

“Swollen from your fingers. From your tongue. From your touch,” I moan while he throws my hand away. “Let me play with you,” I moan out.

He takes his mouth off just to say, “This is my pussy. I’m the only one who gets to play, for now.” Then he goes back to eating me like I’m his last meal. I’m so close to coming I feel it building.

“Gonna come, Coop,” I moan out. “I’m gonna come on your face, then I want you to fuck me.”

He pushes three fingers in me, not going in and out, but up and down, rubbing my G-spot, making it grow enough to squeeze his fingers. “You’re so close, squeezing me like a vise around my fingers.” He bites my clit, making me cry out. “Your pussy is so tight it’s pushing me out.”

He is finger fucking me so hard the water is sloshing around us, and I come so hard I think I’m gushing.

I’m hoping he takes his fingers out so I can come down, but he doesn’t. He just keeps going up and down, making my orgasm roll into another one. I’m squirming in the water.

“Baby, I can’t.” I’m gasping, trying to see him, but I can’t open my eyes. I’m just flowing with the feeling. I don’t even notice that we have walked closer to the shore, enough for him to stand up and slide his hard cock into me.

“Don’t know how long this will last.” He pumps in, stretching me, filling me. He is holding on to my hips because my legs are jello. I don’t even have the strength to wrap them around him. Actually, if a wave came I’d probably drown.

Just when I think I’ll be okay, he forces his cock all the way in, slowly bringing it out, dragging it along my G-spot, which is now sensitive as fuck, but goddamn, I think I’m going to come again. “Time to play with yourself, babe,” he says, entering me so fucking slow, I feel every ridge of his cock rub along my walls.

When he is all the way in, he makes himself thrust up more so his pelvis is rubbing my clit.

“Rub your swollen clit, baby,” he groans out. “It’s fucking pink, baby, my pink pussy.”

I’m now rubbing my clit with two fingers up and down.

“Pinch your clit, baby, pinch it, make it bigger.” He pulls out, thrusting in right before his cock head gets to my opening.

“Your cock is getting bigger, Cooper.” I pinch my clit. “Filling me.” I rub my clit. “Making my pussy so wet, stretching me.” I pinch. “I’m going to come all over your cock.”

He pushes in, slamming into me as much as the water will let him. We are creating our own waves. “Where do you want me to come?” I’m so close, my G-spot is ready to fucking explode, my clit throbbing. My stomach is pulled so fucking tight, my toes curl.

“Want to come in me?” I rub my clit frantically, knowing he is close. His cock head has almost doubled in size inside me. “Want me to swallow you?”

He groans.

“Want to come on my tits?” I don’t even think I get that last word out because I’m groaning out as I’m coming on his cock. He grows so much bigger I think I won’t be able to walk after, but I want him to come.

He pulls his cock out, jerking himself on my stomach, my pussy lips rubbing up and down his shaft while he comes, helping to milk him. I’m covered in his cum for three seconds before the water washes over my stomach, cleaning me off somewhat. Some of his cum remains.

“Fucking kills me, every time,” he says, breathing heavy.

“I don’t think I can stand up,” I say, looking at him. He reaches for my top, covering up my breasts.

“I don’t know how to tell you this, but I plan on fucking you everywhere we can for the next four days,” he says, tucking himself into his shorts. “You don’t need to walk, I’ll carry you, baby.”

“Four days, eh?” I pull my bottom part of my suit over to cover myself back up.

“Yup. Let’s go. I want to fuck you in the pool now.”

My eyebrow shoots up. “Already?”

“You are my drug, your body is my drug, everything about you is my drug.” He picks me up, carrying me to the stairs where he walks straight to the pool where he proceeds to fuck me on the steps. Fuck me, this is the best birthday ever.

I can’t believe that we are going home tomorrow. It’s been a great four days, filled with sun, sand—some in places I didn’t think was actually possible—and sex. There has been lots and lots of sex. My vagina is sore from all the sex, but I wouldn’t want anything else.

We are sitting on the upper balcony with tiki torches lighting up the night. The pool is lit up, giving a glow that is magical.

I’m sitting with my legs in Cooper’s lap, while I look out into the horizon. My white long sundress is pushed up with Cooper rubbing my legs. Our skins are bronzed, our bodies relaxed.

Cooper takes a sip of his wine and looks over. I can tell from his look something is bothering him. I’m not sure what, but it scares me.

“We go home tomorrow. Ready to get back into the groove?”

“Yes and no.” I take a sip of wine. “I can’t wait to see the kids, but I don’t want this to end.”

“So why the secret?” He looks at me.

“What secret?” I think I know what he is talking about, but I’m so not going to admit it.

“Babe, I know by your look that you know exactly what I’m talking about. Why hide your birthday?”

Oh fuck, here we go. I’m thinking about how to play this. I can either ignore the fact of why I lied to him or I can point blank tell him my insecurities. What is the worst that can happen? I take a gulp of wine, more for courage than to drink. Here goes nothing.

“I didn’t want to think about it. I kind of wanted to skip over it this year.”

“Why?” Such a loaded question.

“Because,” I say with a huff, “I’m thirty-five this year. You just turned thirty, which means I’m five years older than you. I mean, five years is huge, especially with you. I mean, come on, look at you.” I point to him. “You get twenty something women throwing themselves at you all the time. I’m not stupid, you know.” I sip more wine and try to sit up, but he won’t release my feet.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” He looks over, angry. He is really pissed at me?

“No, I’m not kidding. I’m thirty-five. I can’t compete with those women. I mean, not only are they younger, they are not moms. They don’t have stretch marks, or saggy boobs, for that matter.” I now look down at my hands. Maybe honesty wasn’t the right thing. I’ve left myself open.

“Babe.” He leans forward to put his glass on the table and pulls me to sit in his lap. “Do you realize that since we started this thing with us I have been the one fighting off the men?” He pulls my chin up to look in his eyes. “And your body is so much better than those twenty-year-olds.” He kisses my lips. “And you being a mom, that is the most attractive thing about you.”

I cup his cheek with my palm, leaning into him, placing a kiss on his jaw. “Aww, isn’t that sweet.” I’m trying to play this off, make it a joke. Till he grabs my chin.

“Don’t you fucking dare pretend this doesn’t bother you.” He raises my face. “That shit in your head, I want it out, and I want it out fucking now.”

Even though he is holding my chin, my eyes flutter down, blinking away the tears that are threatening to fall. What the fuck is wrong with me? I am so not this girl, or was I just not treated like a queen before?

“Okay, fine.” I wrap my hand around his neck, kissing his lips lightly. “You like me better than all the women in the world.” I spread kisses down his cheek to his neck. “And I will take this shit out of my head, starting now.” I smile into his neck, feeling him grow underneath me. The cotton of my dress acts as a barrier, but I’m still able to feel his definition.

“Oh,” I say, pressing my core more into him. “I think your cock is happy to see me.” I giggle while my hand rubs him.

“Babe,” he groans while thrusting up a little. “As soon as you come in the room my cock feels you. It’s like he was made just for you.” He brings my face up so he can slide his tongue into my mouth, now making me greedy.

He picks us both up, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist while my tongue still slides against his.

“Tonight we fuck in the hot tub.” He makes me throw my head back and moan while he leads me to the intended destination where he proceeds to show me exactly why he was made for me.

It’s been four days since we have come back from Mexico, and my ass is still dragging. I think it does have to do with the fact that I’m just not sleeping as well anymore. I miss Cooper in my bed. I miss waking to him snuggling me or waking to his mouth doing delicious things to me. Just the thought has me squirming on the ice while he skates by backward only to turn around and skate around me.

I’m not sure how he knows, but he stops right next to me, snowing my feet while he does this.

“What’s the problem?” he asks when he steadies his breathing.

“Um, nothing. I’m just tired, is all.” The kids have been at my house since I got back and are leaving on Saturday, so I’ve been without him in the morning since we got back, and I fucking miss it.

“You have that look in your eye.” He comes closer.

“What look?”

“The look that says your pussy needs me.” He takes off his helmet, his hair stuck to his forehead.

“And what look is that exactly?” I’m wondering what this look is since I know I really can’t do it when we are out in public.

“The look where you would eat me whole if I were naked,” he says, adjusting his pants, and I laugh because I know he is wearing a jock, which is quite constricting.

“Okay, fine, I miss you, okay? I miss waking up with you.”

He takes off his gloves, turning around to skate away.