Page 69 of Coach
We ate our breakfast, occasionally remarking on something Trix was doing or whatever was playing on the TV.
By the time we were done, Trix was taking a morning nap, completely upside down on the dog bed, her body twisted at an awkward angle.
“What time do you have to be at work?”
“Not until just before it opens,” she said. She was aiming for casual, but just the mention of work had her stiffening.
Interesting.
I couldn’t imagine the Novikoffs were easy to work for, but I knew them to be good men. I wondered if someone else at the pool hall was giving her a hard time. Or if she simply didn’t love the work.
“Any reason you need to rush home?” I asked, putting the tray on the nightstand.
“God, no.”
“Well then,” I said, reaching for her, pulling her over to sit between my legs, her back to my chest. “I can keep you all to myself for a while then.”
“That sounds great,” she said, leaning back into me as she pulled her knees up, making the tee slip up, revealing more of her legs.
I pulled my legs up over hers, hooking them, pinning them open, keeping her spread wide.
“Saul…”
“Hmm?” I asked, leaning my head down to tease my lips down the shell of her ear.
Her head fell to the side, inviting more as her hips wiggled, desperate for touch.
She would get it.
But not just yet.
I wanted her damn near crying for it.
My hands slid up and down her body, skimming her thighs, caressing her breasts, going everywhere… except where she needed it most.
When her breath was coming in shallow gasps and her nails were scratching down her own thighs, only then did my hand slip between her thighs.
“Drenched,” I murmured, my thumb working her clit and two of my fingers slipping inside her.
She rocked restlessly against my touch, her little mewling sounds growing to soft moans as I lazily drove her up, refusing to give in to her demands to go faster or harder.
Este’s hands grabbed my thighs, fingers clenching, nails digging in.
Her body tensed, muscles shaking.
“Come for me,” I demanded.
A moment later, she did just that. And the way she moaned my name nearly undid me.
But I wanted her pleading for it.
So I let her come back down, then started to fuck her with my fingers again. This time, it was harder, faster, more demanding.
As I drove her back up, I reached into the nightstand to grab a condom, using my teeth to nip it open.
By the time she was begging for me, all I had to do was slide on the protection and push her forward onto all fours.
I gathered up her tee, fisting the material at the center of her back as I slid in behind her. I let my cock rock against her until she was fisting the sheets, until she was lowering down on her elbows, her ass high in the air.
