Page 48 of Sex Coach

The sheet rubbed against my legs, and my cock already ached. Once we were inside the privacy of her room, I freed the sheet and tugged her back up against me so that nothing separated us. Skin to skin, her breasts pressed snug to my chest, my cock cuddling up against her .

Dipping down, I caught her around the waist and lifted her .

She gasped, her head dipping down, then falling back as I thrust up into her. She twined her legs around my hips as we merged. But I didn't do anything more – except dance. We moved. And Michelle's pussy clenched around me, tight little shivers that milked me and drove me insane .

Perfect...it was perfect .

She whimpered as I spun us around, the sheet falling down to tangle around us before hitting the floor .

"On the bed," she whispered, kissing me .

"Not yet." I fisted a hand in her hair, tangling it and yanking her head back so I could drag my teeth down her neck .

She gasped, and it was like I felt the clenching go through her body from her mouth, straight down to where she wrapped around me so damn tight .

"Please, Jake," she moaned, shoving her hands into my hair and kissing me. "I want you ."

"You've got me." Oh, fuck, did she have me. It was dangerous to even think that, but my brain and other parts had already gone down that road .

Another slow circuit around the room, and I thought I'd lose it before I'd make it to the bed. Lose it, or fall on top of her and lose control .

No.

I didn't want to do that. Not tonight .

There was a divan near the windows – complete with curtains – and I stopped there, laying down with her sprawled over me. "You want me," I said, catching her hips. "Then take me ."

Michelle pushed up, her hands braced on my shoulders. The position changed our angles and a sharp moan escaped her, while I ended up clenching my teeth to keep from reacting .

She smiled, a little nervous at first, then more easily as she began to move, rolling her hips in a slow, lazy movement that had her clitoris rubbing against me .

I worked a hand between us and stroked upward, opening her folds and she whimpered, working her hips against my touch. She made another rough noise in her throat – each one making me a little crazier .

Tightening my hands on her hips, I arched up, and she groaned. "Again," she said roughly. "Do that again ."

So I did, arching up to meet each lazy forward thrust until they weren't so lazy anymore. Grabbing her behind the neck, I pulled her down. Her mouth opened on a moan as I kissed her, pressing a stinging line down her chest until I could close my mouth around her nipple, first the left, then the right .

Palming her breasts, I plumped them together, dipping my tongue into the valley .

She shivered and arched closer. "Jake," she whispered .

Sweat bloomed on our skin until we slid against each other, her hair around us a curtain. The dim light glinted in her eyes, her smile so sexy and sweet, it drove me mindless .

"Please!"

That broken sound was the one I'd been waiting for, and I moved faster, lost to everything but her, each sound she made, each milking clasp of her body. And then, the first shudders of her climax .

I pulled out and twisted .

She moaned. "Don't...Jake, don't stop ."

"I'm not, baby, I promise." Pulling her to the edge of the divan, I draped her knees over the edge and thrust back inside. She jolted in surprise as I caught her behind the knees and pushed them high. She felt impossibly tight, impossibly hot .

Pumping harder, faster, I bent over her, using one hand to work her clitoris while staring into her face .

She panted, her hair a tangle across her face, eyes wide. The second climax hit hard and fast and I stopped trying to hold my own back .

I stopped trying to hold back completely...and it wasn't just physical .

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