They do

James wasted no time. His hands were in her pants within seconds rubbing at her clit as he knew she adored. A long drawn out moan escaped her lips.

"Oh God!"

He pulled the hair away from her neck and began sucking the skin across her collar bone, eliciting another moan from her. He licked and sucked and nibbled and he could tell she could not get enough.

"James, why haven't we been doing this for fucking years?" She asked.

"I told you didn't I?" He smiled.

She snaked her hand into his jeans, wrapping them around his cock and immediately began pumping. She was obviously struggling though as he heard grunts of pain coming from her.

"James, this is hurting my wrist."

Before he could respond, she had unbutton his trousers and pulled them down around his ankles, whipping out his cock and pumping it ferociously.

"Much better!" She smiled as she ran her hand up and down his member.

Enjoying this intensely, James leant his head back, letting his grip on Natasha's womanhood loosen. God she was good with her hands. The feeling increased, spreading joy throughout his entire lower body.

"You like that don't you, big boy?"

This snapped James' to attention (moreso than he already was). While he enjoyed her taking the lead a little more, enough was enough. It was him who was supposed to be leading this exchange, and too quickly she had taken over. He sat up, pushing himself forward a little more, placing his hands on her hips. He pulled down her trousers, along with her underwear allowing himself a greater access to her pussy. Then, he slowly rubbed her thighs, knowing this would help turn her on. In fact, he touched everywhere besides where he knew she wanted him to touch, eventually making her growl with lust.

The two locked eyes, matching each other's grins, each understanding that this had now become a competition. It often became this way in the bedroom for the pair, and out in public it seemed, nothing had changed. Natasha responded, by gripping James' dick harder and rubbing faster.

"Oh God..." James let himself get out.

"What? Not losing it are you?" She smirked.

James could fast feel his climax approaching. He knew that he wouldn't last much longer.

Time for a hail mary. He thought to himself.

In one quick move, he lifted Natasha, forcing her to lose her grip on him, flipped her and bent her over the table. He smacked her arse and lined his mouth up with her clit and began licking. This would have been enough to get her going, but then he made it worse for her, immediately adding in a digit, slowly pushing it in and out of her.

"Oh my God!" She yelled.

He knew he had her. There was no way she was going to win this one. Her moans were louder than before. His dick was harder but his edge was slowly getting further. James knew how this was going to end. After a few minutes of fingering, he lined his cock up with her hole, and slammed himself into her with such ****, the table almost fell over. Once he was in, he began pumping with renewed vigour, knowing that she had to finish way before him. As he fucked her, he couldn't help but cast a glance over the coffee shop. Absolutely everyone was stood watching. The baristas were staring, mouths agape, the patrons eyes burned a hole in their heads, the two lesbians had their eyes glued to the two of them, fingers in their own pussies. James couldn't help it. It was all too much.

"Oh fuck!" He cried.