Page 37 of Coach
A gasp escaped me at the barely there touch, at the soft tease of his silky hair against my skin.
He blazed a path upward with lips and tongue and the scratch of his scruff.
My breath was caught somewhere behind my ribs, every nerve ending sparking with longing.
Saul’s head shifted and his shoulders slotted beneath my legs.
Then his tongue swept.
My vision went white.
A low, deep moan escaped me as my thighs clamped to the sides of his head.
My hands slapped down, fingers threading through his hair.
Saul’s tongue was relentless and slow at the same time, every stroke deliberate, each flick calculated.
Like he wasn’t trying to make me fall apart. Not yet. He was studying me, learning how to unravel me little by little.
My soft sighs started to fill the small kitchen, my thighs shaking, my hips rocking against his touch.
“Saul, please,” I whimpered.
And just like that, he doubled down. His hands gripped my thighs harder, his tongue pressed harder. My vision blurred around the edges.
My head fell back with a softthudagainst the upper cabinets. But I was too overwhelmed with pleasure to feel the impact.
My moans echoed, low and unrestrained.
One of Saul’s hands shifted, slid between us. Then two fingers were gliding inside me. My walls tightened, and Saul groaned against my clit as his fingers turned, stroking my top wall.
The wave crashed over me—white-hot, dizzying, delicious.
But Saul was relentless.
Even after the pleasure was sated, his fingers stroked and his tongue teased around my clit without making direct contact. Like he knew I was too sensitive, that I needed time to recover.
It didn’t take long, though, not with his expert touch, his gentle exploration.
He took his cues from my body, giving me what I needed almost before I even realized what I was craving.
He drove me up,up.
Then sent me crashing down.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Until my body was shaking, until I was gasping, unable to catch my breath, until my moans were more like cries.
Only then did his head shift away, kissing down my thigh to my knee before lifting his gaze to mine.
The hunger was still there.
Of course it was.
