Page 48 of Catching the Coach
Kessler places kisses from my shoulder, down to my outer hip as he moves back down my body. Getting back into position behind me, he grips my legs where my hip and thigh meet, pulling me up, just slightly. He releases one of my hips and runs a finger through my sensitive lips.
“Fuck baby, you’re dripping for me.” His voice growing hoarse. I turn my head to look at him and he smacks my ass again. “I didn’t say you could look at me yet.” His hand soothing the spot again. I put my head back down on the mattress and wait for Kessler to tell me what to do next. I hear him whisper, “Such a good fucking girl.”
I let out a small moan as I feel Kessler run the tip of his cock up and down my slit, teasing me. I move my ass back against him, getting impatient. He chuckles. “Eager are we? Be a good girl and I’ll reward you” My walls clench and I’m shocked by how much I’m turned on by the praise.
Just when I feel like I can’t take it any longer, he pushes the head of his cock in slightly. I inhale a sharp breath. “Fuuuuck,” I breathe out, as he lets me adjust. He drops his grip on my hip and pushes me completely flat. Laying over the top of me, he places his hands on both sides of my shoulders and slides further inside on me.
“God, you’re so tight, Lucy… I’m going to have a hard time controlling myself.” His voice straining.
“So don’t,” I say, pushing back against him, sending him deeper inside me. I haven’t been with anyone in 12 years, but Kessler has me so worked up, I push past the discomfort.
He growls into my ear. “Be careful what you wish for, baby, you might just get it.”
“Promise,” I ask, pushing back again, sending his full length inside me. “Yes,” I hiss.
He growls again and bites down on my shoulder. I gasp and tilt my head to the side, opening my neck to him. He runs his nose up the side of my neck and places soft kisses back down. Sending shivers through my body.
“I wanted to go slow with you the first time, Luce, but I can’t hold back. You feel too good.”
I turn my head to look at him. “Fuck me, Kessler,” I say, pushing up to my forearms and back into his cock. He gathers my hair into a sloppy ponytail and holds it in one hand. He lays the other on the bed anchoring himself, and starts pumping into me.
“Yes,” I moan, letting the sensation roll through me.
“Fuck, Lucy, you’re so fucking tight,” he groans, increasing his speed.
The slight pressure of my clit against the bed as he rocks into me is driving me crazy. “More Kessler, I need more.”
He lets go of my hair and reaches around and takes one of my breasts in his hands. He rolls my nipple between his fingers driving into me harder. “Yes, just like that Kess.” I can feel the pressure building again inside of me. Taking me by surprise.
“Jesus baby. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. Are you close?”
“Yes,” I whimper, the pressure building higher inside of me.
Kessler suddenly stops and I let out a protest. He grabs my leg and pulls it around flipping me over onto my back. He places one of my legs over his shoulder. “I want to watch you come undone,” he says, siding back into me and filling me back up. I arch my back and let out a deep moan. He starts grinding into me harder and harder until all that you can hear is the headboard hitting the wall and flesh pounding against flesh.
“Oh fuck, Kessler. I’m, I’m almost there,” I cry out.
“Grab your tits, Lucy. Let me see you play with those beautiful nipples.”
I grab my breasts and roll my nipples between my fingers. The sensation brings me closer to my release. Sweat starts to prick at my skin and my mind blanks. My breath grows ragged and I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on. I tilt my head back and close my eyes.
“No,” Kessler growls. “Look at me.”
My eyes snap back open and I look into his lust filled eyes. He reaches down and circles my clit.
“Shit. Fuck. Kessler. I’m, oh God, I’m there,” I call out.
“Let go, Lucy,” he says, increasing the pressure on my clit and sending me right over the edge.
“Kessler,” I cry out as my orgasm rips through me.
“Right there, Lucy.” His voice tight, finding his own release.
Kessler drops my legs and lays over my body. Finding my lips, he gives me soft kisses while continuing to slowly pump into me drawing out the last ripples of pleasure from our bodies. I cup his face and look up into his eyes. “Wow,” I say with a smirk.
“Wow,” he says, smirking back.
“Where’s your bathroom?” he asks, rolling off of me. I motion to the door across from my bed and watch as his chiseled ass cheeks walk away from me. Laying back in bed, running what just happened through my head. I hear the door open and see Kessler come out with a washcloth in his hand. He leans down and carefully runs the washcloth over me. After I’m cleaned to his satisfaction, he tosses it in the laundry bin and crawls back onto the bed with me, tucking me into his side. I let out a contented sigh and lay my head on his chest.
