Page 72 of Coach Sully

“Long, long ago, they were used in special ceremonies.”

She hands it back to him, and he stares at the shell like it’s the rarest treasure on earth. It’s amusing as hell. Arthur’s a sponge when learning about something. Koalas are his specialty, and how the kid rattles off facts is wild. I have a feeling Kendra earned major points with him after sharing her lightning whelk knowledge.

Not sure why it’s such a turn-on when she busts out knowledge about niche subjects, but it is. I like seeing her geek out about something she finds interesting. Brings me back to the night we watched that squid documentary. That night was bittersweet. The more we got to know each other, the more I fell for her.There was no awkwardness, and our conversation would have lasted till morning if she hadn’t checked her phone to see what time it was.

I’ve been with other women, most of those connections were purely physical, but when we talk, the hours melt away like seconds.

The inconvenience of losing my hotel reservation turned into the best night of my life, but by the end of that night, I couldn’t have her the way I wanted. The way I craved her kiss was painful, but instead, I pulled her into my side and held her as tightly as I could. As if I was holding onto the memory of us, not wanting to let go. It was difficult knowing I would have to set her free in the morning. I barely slept that night, breathing in her scent, feeling her skin against mine, and memorizing the curves of her body. If it was the last night I had with her, then I was going to take everything she was willing to give.

I swallow down the bitter reminder that I’ll have to give her up again when we return. For the next week, she’s all mine, so I don’t need to dwell on it now.

Reaching over, I cover her hand with mine and squeeze. She nods.

“Well, I think we’re going to call it a night,” I say. Kendra sets the blanket on the side of the chair and stands, adding a yawn for extra measure. We’ve had a big day of travel. She’s probably exhausted. If not, she will be by the time I’m done with her.

Back in our bungalow, Kendra sits on the edge of the bathtub in the en suite bathroom.

“Are you hungry at all?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “I’m still full from dinner. Feels so good to be able to eat more again.” Those words are such a comfort. Now that we’re in the second trimester, her appetite has been returning and the nausea is staving off. I was worried we would have to take extra measures to make sure she was getting the nutrients she needed.

“Ooh! Baby kicked!” she says, glancing up at me. I grin, loving her excitement. Soon I’ll be able to feel those kicks too. Reaching into the shower, I turn the water on and let it warm up so we can wash the sand off our feet and bodies.

“Are you washing your hair tonight?”

“No, I’m leaving it.”

I nod and turn a knob to redirect the water to the detachable shower head. I strip down and make a gruff noise as I take a seat in the shower on the tiled bench. My joints are killing me. The older I get, the more I feel the toll playing professional hockey has had on my body. After a day of travel and running around the beach, my knees are giving me a bigfuck you. I shower the steamy water over my joints and sigh loudly. That’s nice.

“You okay in there, old man?”

I chuckle at her dig. “Take your clothes off and get in here.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Fuck yes. I know what that means. She’s been struggling to lie on her back lately now that Bo is growing bigger. That’s an easy fix.

Cocking my head to the side, I watch her strip through the glass shower door. So perfect. I’m growing harder with each article of clothing that falls at her feet. I groan when she unclasps her bra. Her eyes sparkle with mirth as she observes my reaction to her, then she tortures me with her slow striptease. When she opens the shower door and steps inside, I grab her hand and lead her in front of me. She leans down to kiss me, and I rest my palms on her sides, my thumbs rubbing circles on her hip bones, then land a strike on her ass. Her breath hitches and she pulls back, laughing, and I rub the sting away.

“What did I do to deserve a spanking?”

“Teasing me… but mostly because I wanted to.” I want to smack her ass whether she deserves it or not; it’s so pretty with my palm prints. She rolls her eyes, and I seal my mouth around one of her nipples, their color deeper than before. Her quiet hum sends more blood to my dick. She cradles my head to her, but I pop off and press a kiss between her breasts before moving to the other one. They’re heavy, and those thoughts creep into my head again. Images of milk dripping from her tits to my cock. I learned this fetish I’ve developed is called a lactation kink.

I suck harder and she moans.

“Oh my god,” she whispers. I glance up and love the dazed look in her eyes as she watches me. “Jesus, Sully… if you suck any harder you’re going to end up with a mouthful of milk,” she jokes. The thought turns me on even more, and I realize it’s time to tell her about this lactation kink I’ve developed—I did some online research after my last fantasy about it. It was a relief to see I’m not the only dude out there getting off to their woman’s breastmilk.

I release her nipple. “Would that be bad?”

She chuckles. “Huh?”

“Would you let me?”

Her eyes grow wider, and I can practically see the wheels turning in her head as she considers what I’m saying. She smirks, then takes my hands and brings them to her breasts, and I begin kneading them. “Does this turn you on, Sully?”

I swallow, feeling lightheaded that she’s not disgusted by the thoughts I’ve been having. “Yeah.”

“What do you think I’ll taste like?”

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