Page 42 of The Coach

Tanner has said he likes to explore. I had no idea it meant this.

“I’m okay,” I reply, filtering through all the emotions that hit me. The biggest one was… I was turned on. Holy shit, was I. I need him to get back on this bed and take care of me, but that is not what he is doing. No, he was taking his sweet ass time.

“Good,” he simply replies, running his fingertips up my leg and placing a knee between mine. “I want you to feel comfortable.” He glances down, and the lustful heat that was already in his eyes turns into a blazing inferno that matches the fire flickering in the candles around us.

When I said I needed a break, he had made me wait for five minutes in the kitchen while he came in here and set up the candles, turned down his lights, and then when he came back, he heaved me over his shoulder and carried me in here, making me laugh.

Then he asked if I trusted him, if we could take our relationship a step further, and… I said yes.

I was really hoping I wouldn’t regret that.

“If at any time you want me to stop, just say so,” he says, looking at me with seriousness and vulnerability.

“I will.” I want to cup his cheek, to assure him I’m fine and that I know he’ll take care of me, but, well, I was tied up so…

Somehow, just by running his fingertips along my legs with feather-like touches, I feel myself grow more and more aroused by the second.

I didn’t know how much more I could take.

Already, Tanner was the best sex of my life, and now he was amping it up?

He crawls over me, looking down at me with such affection that I can feel it both physically and emotionally. He takes my lips with his in a slow, torturous kiss, and the heat between us grows tenfold. His fingers run over my left breast, tweaking at my nipples just hard enough to cause a little pain but still be arousing, and I feel my lower half tremble.

“Tanner,” I moan into his mouth, and he leans back slightly.

“Call me Coach.”

Oh, fudge me.

“Coach, please.”

That is such a weird kink, and I don’t even know why it’s working for me, but it is. He moves down in between my breasts, kissing my stomach and letting his tongue trace a line, leaving hot, wet kisses all over my skin until he reaches the top of my slit.

I gasp a little when he tongues my clit, his hands gripping my hips as if tying me down wasn’t enough.

“Coach.” The moan slips out before I have time to process what I’m doing, barely coherent through the gasps of pleasure that escape me.

I feel him smile as he licks a long line up my slit, and then removing one hand from my hip, he slides a long finger in and goes to work.

I’m embarrassed to say that I didn't last long after that. I writhe on the bed, trying to pull myself away from the intensity of the pleasure he’s giving me, and I tilt my head back, my back arching and my skin breaking out into a sweat when I come.

Tanner moans as I do, and if possible, that makes the moment more intense.

“Holy,” I mumble as he lets me come back down to earth again.

His mouth moves to my inner thighs, and he kisses each one before moving back up my body and holding himself above me. “Nothing tastes sweeter than that.” Then he crushes his mouth to mine in a punishing kiss. I feel his arousal against me. The skin-to-skin contact feels too good, and I wish I could pull him on top of me, into me.

“Please, Coach,” I tell him, knowing he’s aware of what I want.

“Fucking hell, that sounds so good coming from your lips,” he replies before reaching to the edge of the bed where he has some condoms waiting.

He quickly gets himself ready and without warning or pretense, he slips inside of me. I moan loudly, probably loud enough for the neighbors to know exactly what we’re up to.

Pulling back, he pushes into me again and again, until I’m panting so hard I feel like I’m going to pass out. My feet pull against the restraints, my knees begging to bend and fold around him, but I’m powerless to do anything. “Coach!” I yell as I come again, and I see fucking stars.

I’m being serious, there are stars dancing in my eyes right now.

He slips out, and I’m so shocked by the sudden exit that it takes me a minute to realize that he’s already untied both of my feet. He flips me over onto my stomach, my arms crisscrossing over my head.

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