Only One Regret (Only One 5)

"But first …" he says. He takes his cock out of me, and I almost cry. "Time to see if the heels work," he says, and I look at him confused because all I can think about is his cock in me. His hands are on my hips, picking me up as if I’m a rag doll. He turns me to face the island, and his chest is to my back. "Open for me." He doesn’t have to ask me twice when I bend my leg and place it on the counter and arch my ass to him. I look over my shoulder and see him bite his lower lip before his hand comes up to smack my ass. He moves between my legs, and his cock is the perfect height as he slides into me.

He fills me so full I can’t help but moan out. "Fuck," I say, and he slams into me again, and I have to hold on to the counter or I’ll fly forward. When he fucked me on the counter, all I could do was hold on for the ride, and what a fucking ride it was. His hand wraps around my chest as he grabs my throat as he fucks me slower than before. My hand curls around his arm, my hand onto his shoulder. His face is right next to mine and he moves in and out of me. I turn my head to the side and slip my tongue into his mouth but I have to let it go because he’s going to make me come again. The sound of us panting is the only sound in the room and every second the sound of skin slapping on skin. "Cooper," I say, turning my mouth open and he slips his tongue back into my mouth. "It’s so good," I say, my stomach getting tight as he fucks me harder. "More," I say and his hand leaves my throat and he pushes me down onto the counter.

The coldness of the countertop makes my nipples tingle, as he grabs a hold of my shoulder and starts moving into me faster and faster. My hand is gripping the side of the counter, holding on as he fucks me harder than before. I come over and over again, every time begging him for more, every time asking him to go deeper. Until he grabs my hips, and my leg falls off the counter, but it never hits the floor because he’s holding me up as he pounds into me, the angle going deeper than before, and he screams my name when he comes inside me again. His chest falls onto my back as he slowly lets my feet touch the floor again. He kisses my shoulder as his chest moves up and down quickly. I close my eyes, and I think I can fall asleep right here in the middle of his kitchen. He peels himself off me, and I want to call him back, but my body is so relaxed.

He slips out of me, and this time, I groan and look back over my shoulder to look at him. "Come on," he says, and I slowly peel myself off the counter. When I turn to him, he holds out his hand to me, and I take it. I take a step forward, and my legs almost give out. He pulls me to him and wraps his hands around my waist, and my legs cross at his back.

"Where are we going?" I ask as he walks toward the stairs, and I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face into his neck. The smell of his cologne turns me on, and I wonder if he would think I’m crazy if I asked him to do me again, right now.

"Shower," he says. "Then maybe the tub, then I’m definitely going to fuck you in my bed."

"I approve of all that." I smile at him as he places me on the counter. "I think you should, um …" I open my legs. "See if this counter is better than the one downstairs."

"Take off your shoes," he says, turning on the water, "and get ready to do all the work."

He doesn’t have to tell me twice as he picks me up and plants me on his cock and sits down on the bench in the shower. While riding him, he tells me he is going to come, and I jump off him and take him into my mouth again and swallow him. I don’t even know how long we stay in here.

I put on his shirt as we go down to grab something to eat. Me in his big shirt and him in a towel wrapped around his waist. I grab a cupcake and take a bite, and he stands behind me. His hand moves the shirt lower until he is playing with my nipple. I put my head back on his shoulder and look up at him. His blue eyes pierce into me, and he comes down and kisses me. His tongue slides into mine softly and gently. His finger rolls my nipple and then pinches. His towel falls down by our feet. "This isn’t going to help us get food," I point out when he lets go of my mouth.