Something So Right

by Natasha Madison

  “I have the kids this week.” I look at him.

  “Ask Meghan to watch them. It’s only till Saturday. We come back Monday.”

  “Wait a second. We are going away? Like away away?” I’m so confused. When he said pack a bag, I assumed I was just sleeping at his house.

  “Away away.” He kisses me on the lips, slowly sliding his tongue in, giving me a deep kiss and making me wish for more.

  “Babe, be ready at six.”

  And with that he is gone, out the door, leaving me speechless. Goddamn it, that man just bulldozed his way through my life, without even stopping.

  did the only thing I could do. I got on the phone and made arrangements with Meghan to watch Matthew and Allison so I can go away away with the man who has stolen my heart.

  Chapter Twenty

  We’re sitting in the plane, first class, of course, because those are the only seats you can get when booking a trip to Mexico two days before.

  We attended my birthday “celebration.” I’m still not calling it a party, because I’m stubborn like that. The kids were excited that I decided to celebrate, making me feel crazy for trying to hide it.

  Meghan of course sided with Cooper, calling me plain old ridiculous for thinking like that. She was also the only one who knew where I was going, so she helped me pack. The only problem with that is that she just made me pack one dress, seven lingerie pieces, and two bikinis. Although I didn’t know where we were going, I assumed somewhere hot, so I also added some shorts, four shirts, and nine pairs of shoes. I know that nine was excessive for four days, but I don’t know what I’m going to wear, and it’s better to have more than not enough.

  Once we collect our bags, we walk out to a man holding a sign for Mr. and Mrs. Stone. Without having a minute to freak out, Cooper grabs my hand, knowing that I’m going to bail.

  “Welcome to Mexico, Mr. and Mrs. Stone. My name is Luis, and I will be taking you to your villa today.”

  “Thank you so much, Luis, we are very excited to get there. I hope the pictures do this place justice,” Cooper says, following the man to the car that has been sent to collect us.

  A villa. What the fuck did he do? I mean, the Sheraton would have been great at this point, but a villa? Once the bags are in the trunk and we have settled in the car, I look over at this man who is just too much sometimes.

  “A villa, really, like seriously, what happened to staying at a hotel?”

  “Nothing wrong with staying at a hotel, but I’d much rather have privacy, and not only does this house have it, they even have their own private beach.” Cooper is very matter-of-fact about this. I have no idea what to say, so I do what I know best. I huff, roll my eyes, and sigh. A fucking villa.

  When we pull up to the house, sorry, villa, I can do nothing but stare open-mouthed. This isn’t a house by any means. It is a two-story home with a circular driveway. The terracotta walls are light beige. The upstairs part of the house has only two windows with a huge terrace sticking out on the left side. It is covered with a roof held up by two pillars. From the front of the house you can see that the terrace has a sofa set with a bar on the side. The front door is a dark wood color with a brass knocker.

  There are four windows in the front. Luis asks us to follow him. When I enter the home, I’m met with a mahogany staircase, with an iron banister on the left curving toward upstairs. The floor looks like a shiny brown marble. Upstairs straight ahead is a huge window, letting the sun come in, making the room bright. The right side is a sitting room, also in beige and gray tones, making it feel homey. We walk past the staircase to the kitchen, which has an island in the middle with a sink and bar stools all around. There are two stainless steel refrigerators. The cabinets are also beige, with dark brown and black granite counters as well as the backsplash.

  The range oven has eight burners. But the kitchen isn’t what my eye is on, it’s on the back wall. It’s a wall full of windows. Half the windows are open, allowing you to hear the waves crashing onto the beach. When you look out onto the patio, it is covered with a cement roof held up by pillars. In the middle is a black cast iron sofa set with white thick cushions. A wooden table in the middle holds a fruit platter with a bucket of champagne and two glasses.

  Down two steps you are met with two cast iron long chairs and an infinity pool. Along the pool there are six more lounge chairs. The turquoise color of the ocean makes you want to sit and watch it for hours.

  I’m staring out into the ocean when I feel him at my back. He hugs my waist, kissing my head.

  “Happy Birthday, babe.”

  “Cooper, this is amazing. This house is out of this world. It’s huge and it’s just ours?”

  “Just ours.”

  “Excuse me, sir, I placed your bags in your room. If you need anything, my number is by the phone.”

  “Thank you so much for all you have done.” Cooper shakes Luis’s hand, locking the door after him. He turns and looks at me. “What would you like to do first?”

  “I would really like to go sit on the beach,” I say, smiling. I’m a beach bum. I love the beach. If it were my choice, I would live on a beach.

  “Okay, let’s go change.” He pulls me toward the stairs.

  When we walk into the bedroom, my breath hitches. This room has floor-to-ceiling windows, showing you the endless view of the ocean. Two of the windows are open, making the sheer white drapes fly with the wind. The huge king-sized bed sits in the middle of the room. Canopy style, all linens are white with white drapes around the canopy poles. The hardwood floor is stained a dark brown. The two windows open up to a balcony with a sitting area and a hot tub. I am in love with this view and this house. I turn to look at Cooper, who is leaning against the doorjamb.

  “Babe, I really want to fuck you right now. How much do you want to go to the beach?”

  His question makes my body quiver. “I would like nothing more than you to fuck me right now, but I bought a new bikini I want to show you, and I was thinking maybe we can perhaps go make out in the ocean. It’s on my bucket list,” I say, winking at him, then grab my bag to walk into the bathroom to change. Before I close the door I look at him. “Meghan helped me pick out a new bikini. I think you will like it.” I close the door, watching his mouth hang open.

  I turn to take in the bathroom. It is all white with all windows. The bathtub sits in the middle of the room, the walk-in shower in the corner. There are no cabinets in this room but a door in the corner, which holds the toilet and sink. I quickly open my bag, taking out my new red bikini. I shake my head thinking about the argument I had with Meghan. This is a bikini that a twenty-year-old wears. Not someone my age. After she hit me upside the head, I looked in the mirror, happy with what I saw.

  Yes, I’m not twenty something. But I’m me, and I rock this fucker.

  I finish tying the top. Not having a full-length mirror in the bathroom, I have no idea how I look. I guess Cooper’s reaction will be the test.

  I open the door, walking out in my new bikini, waiting for him to look. His eyes take me in. The top of the bikini is a triangle with frills running down. The bikini bottoms are a new style for me. It’s called Brazilian, which means barely there. The little triangle in the front is very low cut, but the back is smaller than the front, not a thong, but not a full ass cover. I do a full turn to show him the back. His chest heaving is a sign that I did good, or at least Meghan did.

  “Babe, I don’t know if I can wait for the beach if you don’t leave now.” His eyes hood over with lust.

  “Then let’s go, babe.” I walk past him but not far enough for him to smack my ass, making it sting, but giving me another zing.

  “You’re going to pay for that, buddy,” I say over my shoulder, walking ahead of him.

  Once we make it outside by the pool, we notice a pitcher of Sangria waiting on the outside bar. Taking two plastic cups with us, we walk past the pool toward the stairs going down to the beach. Once my feet hit the sand, I look over at the two l
awn chairs set up under a tiki hut. I place my towel and walk down toward the water.

  Once my feet hit the wet sand, I can’t wait to walk in. The ocean is a warm oasis. Finishing my drink, I turn back over to take in my man. He is just staring at me. Although he’s wearing his glasses, I know exactly where he is looking. His board shorts lie low on his hips. His body is insane, and I love every single inch of it.

  “So you ready to get me wet? Oh, I mean us wet?” I giggle at him, walking into the crystal blue lukewarm water, knowing he is following me. I feel him at my back before his hands grab my hips. He pulls me to him, pressing me against his erection. We continue walking forward till he turns me around, reaching down, and taking my mouth in a scorching kiss. His tongue tangles with mine while his hand cups my ass, lifting me just enough to wrap my legs around his waist. He continues walking forward till we are both in the water up to our necks.

  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 to
p, 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.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  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.