“Baby, you continue staring at me like that and I’ll be eating you on this porch.” He grabs my hand, drags me inside, and presses me against the door. “I messed up.” He traces my chin with his nose as his lips aim for my neck. I move my neck, giving him more access. He goes in while bringing his hand up to cup my ass, squeezing it, and pulling me forward to him.
I lift my legs around his waist, seeking his lips. When I finally find what I was looking for, I nip his bottom lip harder than I’ve ever done before, but he’s making me crazy. Him groaning makes me even crazier. I lick his bottom lip and then plunge my tongue into his mouth, trying to get as close to him as possible.
Heat engulfs me. I know that my pussy is right on his dick that is now hard and rigid. He pins me to the door with his body, dragging his hands up to cup my breasts. I pull my mouth from his, throwing my head back and moaning. It’s been a really long fucking time since I felt like this. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this horny in my whole life.
I grab his hair, which has made its way down, pulling my top and bra both down, freeing my breasts where he sucks one pebbled nipple. “Cooper, please.”
“We are just getting started.” He turns around and walks to the dining room where he places me on the table, sitting himself down on the chair right in front of me.
“I’m going to be eating dessert first tonight,” he says with his blue eyes piercing into mine.
He takes my feet and props them up on the edge, making my skirt fall into the center, covering my throbbing pussy.
He pushes the skirt up and is face to face with my lace panties, pushing them to the side, leaving me open and bare for him.
He leans in and swipes his tongue from my entrance right up to my clit. Holy. Fucking. Jesus. He then takes his index finger, bringing it up the same way his tongue went. “So fucking wet for me. Always fucking wet for me.” He looks up right when he rips my lace panties straight off me. “I need my hands,” he says, pushing my knees wider, opening me up even more. Going in once more, he inserts his tongue right inside of me.
I lean one hand back to help hold me up while the other hand makes it into his hair, holding him. He licks up, circling my clit with the tip of his tongue while two fingers plunge inside me, filling me, making my arm shake. He slowly, so fucking slowly, drags his finger in and out, sucking my clit into his mouth. I throw my head back and bask in this feeling. I reach up and start tweaking my nipples, watching his eyes hood over.
He starts finger fucking me faster, turning his hand so his fingers are now hooked inside me while he rubs my G-spot. My toes are tingling, my tits are high in the air. I’m so fucking close I feel it.
“You’re getting close,” he tells me while nipping my clit with his teeth. “Your pussy is squeezing my fingers.” He is hooking his two fingers forward. In that moment I let go. My stomach goes tight, my ass lifts from the table meeting his finger, and my pussy convulses around his fingers all the while he is sucking my clit into his mouth.
“Give it to me,” he says, and I do just that. I fucking come on his hand, on his tongue.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” I’m panting. “Cooper.” The orgasm rips through me.
“I’m not done with you yet. I want another one.” I don’t know what he means. He moves up to my tits, kissing them softly. He comes up, looks into my eyes, and kisses me, tongue and all. I taste him, I taste me, I taste us, and I love it.
I don’t ever want him to stop kissing me. His fingers are still in my pussy, this time moving fast, moving rough, while his palm slaps my clit while he goes all the way in. It’s hard, it’s fast, and it’s coming again. I don’t know if it’s been five seconds or five minutes but right then I’m fucking coming again, groaning into his mouth.
I’m coming down from the two orgasms, and I’m still clutching his fingers. He slowly releases me in both senses.
I look up at him but then put my eyes down, because let’s face it, I’m fucking embarrassed. He just ate me out on his table. I just came on his hands. Twice. What is wrong with me? I’m a mom. His trainer. And I sure as hell won’t ever be anything more.