Page 87 of Coach
When her hands met my waistband, working the button and zipper of my fly loose, her head angled up to watch me as she slowly lowered down to her knees.
A curse escaped me as she reached inside to close her hand around my cock, stroking me once, twice, before leaning forward to suck me into her mouth.
I saw fucking white for a second.
She took me down to the base, moaning around my length, making me buck my hips involuntarily and making my cock tap against the back of her throat.
I expected her to pull back, to take things slower.
But she just started to work me that deep, my cock staying near the back of her throat as her hand slid down, teasing over my balls as she worked me.
My hands slid to the sides of her head, holding her against me as my hips started to rock into her mouth.
She moaned again, enjoying my lack of control as I fucked her throat until I damn near came down it.
My hands went to her hair, pulling her back until my cock slid from her lips with a little pop, then kept going until she had no choice but to get to her feet to ease the sting.
My lips crashed down on hers, hard, borderline brutal.
But she kissed me back in kind. Like it was the damn end of the world. Like we would never be able to do this again.
My hands were all over her then, grabbing her ass, grazing her breasts.
She pulled back long enough to let me pull off her shirt. Her bra went next. Her shorts. Her panties.
Her skin was hot. Her body was trembling.
There was no making it to the damn bedroom.
This time, I was the one dropping to my knees.
I pulled her leg over my shoulder, opening her up for me, then teasing my tongue up her cleft until I was circling her clit, working her quick and relentless. The goal wasn’t to drag it out, but to get her to the edge as quickly as possible.
I licked, sucked, slipped my fingers inside her, and fucked her until her thighs were shaking, until her fingers were digging into my skull, until she was crying out and coming against my mouth.
Este sank back against the wall, panting for breath, eyes closed, giving me a chance to slide on protection before moving against her, gliding my cock against her slick center.
Her pretty eyes flew open as a surprised whimper escaped her.
Her need ratcheted right back up.
Her hands grabbed my ass, pulling me closer as I lifted her thigh and pinned it wide to the wall of the elevator.
“Please, Saul. Please,” she begged, rocking, shaking.
I couldn’t turn down a pretty plea like that now could I?
I slammed deep inside her, both our groans filling the small space.
All there was then was sensation.
Hands sliding, gripping, lips pressing, breaths mingling, sweat-slicked bodies moving together.
Until we were both gasping, groaning, coming.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my head coming down on her shoulder as our bodies trembled in the aftermath.
“I—” she started.
