Page 96 of Catching the Coach
Kessler takes me in his arms, peering down at me with so much love, I think I might burst. “The house was my idea though, well technically it was yours, when you mentioned it the night you told me you loved me.”
I gasp. “You bought the house that long ago?”
He nods, leaning down, running his nose along mine. “I came out here the next day and offered the Peterson’s their full asking price. They were so happy to know it’d be going to another family who would love and cherish it like they did.”
Tears are running freely down my face as I wrap my head around what Kessler just told me. He bought me a freaking house and made it into my dream home and all I did was mentiononce, early in our relationship, how nice it’d be to live close to his family.
Any doubts I had about Kessler walking away from me one day fly out the window. He wouldn’t have bought a house forusto live in, if he wasn’t truly in this forever.
“Are those happy tears?” he asks, a concerned look in his eyes.
I nod my head, unable to speak. My throat, thick with emotion.
Kessler wipes my tears away with his thumbs and takes my face in his hands. “I’m so sorry for everything, Lucy. I never wanted to hurt you the way that I did. I should have talked to you, instead of hiding behind my shock and lashing out. I promise for as long as you’ll have me, I’ll work on communicating every single day.”
I sniff and wipe my eyes. “I’m sorry too, for not telling you about Jared.” Kessler shakes his head to argue, but I stop him. “No, I need to apologize too. This whole thing isn’t just on you. I let my fear keep me from trusting the one person who never gave me a reason not to trust them.” I take a steadying breath. “Marie suggested we go to counseling to work on our communication skills. And I think it’d be beneficial.” I raise my eyebrows in hopes that he’ll agree.
“If that’s what we need, then I’ll do it. I’ll do anything for you, Lucy.” He lifts his hand and moves it across the room. “I think I’ve proven that.”
Laughing I pull his face down to mine and give him a searing kiss. He pulls back, eyes dark with desire.
“What do you say we break in the mattress?” Before I can give him an answer, Kessler bends down and throws me over his shoulder, making me squeal.
He tosses me gently on the bed, then reaches back and pulls his shirt over his head. My eyes drink in his toned abs and chiseled chest. Biting down on my bottom lip, I drag my teeth over it. He reaches forward and pulls my lip out of my mouth, tracing his thumb over it. I bite down playfully, getting a growl in response.
Kessler surges forward and captures my lips with his. Our tongues tangle together, his hands tug at my clothes. We separate, panting like we just ran a marathon. Kessler tugs my shirt off, leaving me in my black lace bra. He licks his lips as he takes in the sight.
Thank you, Kara.
I lay back and raise my hips, pushing down my leggings. He helps me take them off and sits back on his heels, his eyes eating up my body. “You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid my eyes on, Lucy,” he says in a strained voice. Like it pains him to even look at me.
Pushing up on my elbows, I give him a seductive look. “I think you need to show me.”
His nostrils flare and his eyes dilate. He crawls over me, making me lay back on the bed. His lips tease a path down my neck to my breasts. Sliding my straps over my shoulders, he frees my tits and gives them the attention they crave. I gasp at the sensation his tongue and his beard create. My hand grips the back of his head encouraging him.
Once he’s satisfied with the attention he’s given my breasts he continues his descent towards the one place I crave him the most. Hooking a finger on either side, he pulls my underwear off and tosses them to the side. Tracing me with his tongue before plunging it into my wet center.
My back arches, and I grip the comforter, crying out with pleasure. “Yes, Kessler,” I encourage. I rock my hips into him, quickly finding a rhythm to get me closer to my release. My breath becomes ragged and I feel a deep pressure building quickly. I make a strangled noise in the back of my throat, indicating I’m close.
I’m just about over the edge, when Kessler pulls back suddenly. “No!” I cry out in frustration.
Kessler stands up and pulls my body to the edge, fisting himself. “As much as I’d love to have you come all over my face, I need to feel your tight pussy come on my cock.”
I nod, words escaping me. He lines himself up with my entrance. He looks up at me. “I want you bare, Lucy. I’m clean and haven’t been with anyone besides you in over a year.”
“I’m clean,” I tell him, finding my voice. “I want to feel you, Kessler.”
As if that’s all he needed to hear, he pushes into me, both of us releasing a moan. He stretches me, filling me full, completing me. We lay there for a moment, him letting me adjust, before his hips start moving. “I’m not going to be able to go slow baby, I need you. A week is too long without you.”
I pull his face to mine and kiss him hard and deep. Looking him in the eye I whisper to him, “I don’t want slow.”
Permission granted, his hips flex into me over and over, creating a delicious friction that quickly brings a pressure of an orgasm back. Our skin becomes hot and a layer of sweat coats us. Our moans and the sound of our bodies coming together are the only things we hear. Kessler adjusts his angle, hitting the perfect spot, sending me into a tailspin of pleasure. My walls clamp down around him and a few seconds later he lets out a deep groan, following me into bliss.
He braces himself on his forearms so as to not crush me, as our pleasure subsides. Rolling off of me, he gathers me into his arms. We lay there panting, catching our breath.
“This is my favorite room in the house,” Kessler says a few minutes later, making me chuckle. He places a kiss on my temple. “I love you so much, Lucy.”
I prop myself up on my elbow and caress his cheek with my other hand. “ I love you too, Kessler.”
