Something So Right by Natasha Madison

eyebrows from the construction workers, but in reality it was more for keeping the shampoo on it or having Allison sit on it while I finished showering.
    When Cooper walks in, I continue to lean on my side of the vanity, which is closest to the tub. They are actually both mine, but I don’t use the other one. It sits empty.
    “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted that way. You didn’t know. I just haven’t stepped foot near that restaurant since I found him making out with her .I mean, it wasn’t a shock. I knew they were together. What killed me is, he never did that with me. He never lost his mind and just had to devour me like that. Plus, it was the first time the kids saw him with someone other than me, so we don’t go there.” I’m staring at my feet now, not wanting to look in his eyes.
    “Babe, he threw away gold. He had everything a man can possibly have, and he threw it away.”
    “Obviously not everything.”
    He makes his way to me, nudging my chin up to look into his baby blues. “Everything, babe.” His lips find mine with his tongue seeking entrance, and I let him enter. I don’t even notice when he lifts me to place my ass on the vanity. I just circle my legs around his waist, gripping his shirt, hoping he gets closer to me.
    “Babe,” he says softly, kissing my cheek, “you, we can’t”—kissing my chin, and I’m such a hussy that I turn my head to give him access to my neck—“make him”—he kisses my neck, trailing his tongue out when he gets near my ear—“take that from”—he nips my earlobe with his teeth, making a shock run straight to my nipples—“you,” he says just when he reaches up to palm both breasts, my bra not hiding my response to him.
    “We are going”—he runs his tongue down again right to my collarbone—“there tomorrow.” He pinches my nipples, my eyesight dazed with need.
    “Cooper,” I whisper, dragging him closer to me with my feet, making my pussy meet his erection.
    “Baby,” he hisses because now I’m playing this game, too. My hands have made their way under his shirt, my nails rubbing his abs softly till I’m pinching his nipples also. “Babe, the kids are downstairs,” he says while he rubs his erection against my pussy, sending shocks to my clit.
    “We can’t do this,” I say, kissing his lips, biting his lower lip, then softly sucking it in and matching his thrust. “The kids could come upstairs.”
    He hovers over me, his hands on both sides of the vanity. If I didn’t know better, it looks like he’s fucking me on the counter, but all parts are covered, sadly.
    I hear him hiss in my ear all the while rubbing up and down straight to my center.
    “Babe, if I move your panties to the side”—he moves up—“your pussy will be dripping for me, won’t it?” He’s moving down. “Your clit must be tight now”—moving up—“calling to me to rub it in little circles.” Moving down. “I want to take it in my mouth and suck it in”—moving up—“at the same time putting two fingers in you.” Moving down.
    “Cooper, I’m going to come.”
    “Babe, you want to come.” He has now thrust up and is moving side to side, giving my clit just enough pressure, and with the lace of my panties it won’t be long till I’m pushed over the edge. But if I’m going, he is coming with me.
    “I want to come on your face.” I’m moving with him. “That is what I was thinking about at the table.” Rubbing side to side, his breathing is getting more ragged for him also.
    “I can’t wait for you to fuck me,” I whisper in his ear. “I want you to fuck me hard, baby. Do you want to fuck me hard?” This is making him harder and bigger. “I want to come on your cock.” Oh my. “I want to squeeze your cum from your cock into my pussy. Will you give it to me?”
    “All of me,” he says and thrusts hard, making me throw my head back, moaning, but it’s caught by his mouth. I come without him even touching me, still