He pressed his hips against my butt and I felt his erection through the fabric of his pants. He was hard as rock and ready. He teased me for a while, pressing against me while his hands slid around my waist to cup my breasts from behind.
"I'm just going to enjoy your body for a while," he murmured against my neck while he played with my nipples. "It's been so long since you were all mine and mine alone."
"I'm yours."
He continued to stroke my body all over, like he couldn't get enough of me. The feel of his hands against me like that drove my arousal even higher. I was so ready, I knew that the merest sensation of his tongue on my clit or his cock inside of me would make me come very fast.
That would be his goal – to make me orgasm fast the first time with his mouth or fingers and then for me to come a second time while he fucked me.
"Turn around," he said when he pulled back.
I did, turning and facing him, my breathing shallow, my heart rate faster. I ached for whatever he decided to do.
"Sit up on the counter." He pointed to it.
I hesitated. Behind me was the huge picture window looking out across the bay. Down below our house was a public beach and anyone could be out there, walking their dog or even just out for a run. I'd seen people out later at night, in the dark, and I didn’t want to think of people watching us.
Drake's eyes narrowed. "I can see you need a bit of training," he said, half under his breath.
"The window..."
"What about it? They'll see your back and nothing else. Do it."
I took in a deep breath and tried to shut off my mind. Then I hiked myself up onto the counter. Luckily, it was probabl
y one of the most solid pieces of furniture in the entire house and so I didn’t have to worry about my weight damaging it.
There I was, naked except for my thong and heels, sitting on the marble counter.
"Spread your legs wide," Drake ordered. He stood across from me, still fully dressed, his shirt open, his erection straining at the fabric of his shorts.
I did. The thong split my pussy lips, digging into me and I reached down to adjust the fabric, but Drake held out his hand.
"Stop," he said. "I like the way you look."
I took my hand away. Drake stepped forward, his gaze on my pussy, and he pulled the fabric even farther to one side, exposing my flesh. My flesh throbbed, an ache building deep inside of me that needed release. His fingers, his tongue, his cock. A sex toy – anything.
"Nice and wet," Drake said in a deep husky voice. He stepped even closer and reached out, running a finger over my slit, down over my clit. I gasped, closing my eyes from the sensation. Then he slipped the finger inside of me and stroked upward. It was followed by another finger and he continued to stroke, his thumb to the side of my clit. "I'm going to fuck you later, but now, I'm going to make you come like this."
I opened my eye and met his. I knew he would make me orgasm if he continued to stroke me like that. His gaze moved between my face and his fingers deep inside me, his thumb stroking lazily over my clit.
"You're so fucking beautiful," Drake said, his voice lusty. "I love watching you come, Katherine. I love making you come."
I couldn’t stop myself from moving with his fingers, needing more stimulation, wanting the sweet release of an orgasm.
"That's it," he said, pleased with me. "Fuck my fingers. Show me how much you need it."
I did, moving my hips forward while he stroked inside me. I felt wanton, lusty, and it felt so good. My body was desirable to him and it made me feel like a woman again, and not only a mother, to have him watching me like that, have him touching me like that.
I felt the sweet buildup of pleasure peak and then I came, shuddering, my body clenching around his fingers.
"Keep watching me," he ordered and it was practically impossible. I managed to keep my eyes open while he fucked me with his fingers, his thumb still on my clit while I came.
"Oh, God," I moaned, my body spasming while the pleasure seared through me.
"So good," he said, his fingers deep inside of me. He moved closer and sucked on one of my nipples and that made me clench even harder, my body tightening around his fingers. "So fucking good."
I panted, recovering while my orgasm waned. Drake kept his fingers inside of me and then pulled me closer for a kiss, his mouth devouring mine. When he pulled back, he finally removed his fingers and licked them, his eyes not leaving mine.