Page 64 of Coach
My head spun.
Each time I tried to breathe, he chased me, mouth pressing harder, hungrier, like he was afraid I might vanish if he let me go.
His hands glided down to sink into my ass, fingers digging in, pulling me against him again and again.
I moaned.
He shuddered.
Then pulled me closer, my breasts crushed to his chest, making it harder and harder to breathe.
His hands pulled me against his hardness. My shudder ripped a groan from his chest.
Instinct overtook me then. I ground down harder.
His teeth scraped, then caught my lower lip, holding, tugging.
I gasped, and the sound spurred him on.
One hand slid up my spine, inching my shirt up in the process.
The cold air kissed my skin, and a shiver racked my body.
My hands moved upward, and our mouths broke apart so Saul could remove the tee from me.
We were both breathless, flushed, needy.
Saul’s eyes darkened, fixed on me, chest rising and falling like he was fighting for control.
“Jesus,” he muttered, voice rough, almost reverent.
His hands were on me then, sliding over newly bared skin, greedy and trembling at once.
His touch left little fires in its wake, his broad hands spanning my back, the dip of my waist, the curve of my ribs.
I was shaky.
Goosebumps pricked my skin.
His hands shifted forward, closing over my breasts, making my breath escape with a deep moan.
My head fell back, and Saul felt invited in, his lips kissing down my throat, over my collarbone.
A shiver racked my system, and my hips did an involuntary jerk, his cock hitting my clit, making a whimper escape me.
Saul’s hands tightened on my breasts before loosening enough for his thumbs to circle around my nipples, working them into tightened points.
My hips rocked down, harder this time, dragging across the thick line of him. The friction sparked through me, sharp, blinding, and his answering growl vibrated through my bones.
He pressed up to meet me, grinding against me in a desperate rhythm that left us both gasping.
His hands slid around to brace me as he leaned me backward. Then his lips were on me, sucking my nipple into his hot mouth.
My hips were reckless then, every shift making the ache sharper.
My fingers dragged down his arms, feeling the muscles flex beneath them.
He groaned, low and rough, around my nipple, making my head fall back with a throaty moan.
