Page 64 of Coach's Temptation

Home. I'm fucking home again.

Her body trembles beneath me, mine shaking with the effort of restraint. The tight, wet heat of her nearly undoes me.

Natalie gasps, her back arching off the blanket as her nails dig into my shoulders, her hips meeting my thrusts with every sharp movement.

"Jesus Christ, baby. You're so—"

The words catch in my throat as I squeeze my eyes shut at the pleasure. All the memories of our times together come flooding back.

Tight. Wet. Fucking perfect. No words can capture this feeling.

I can't help but stare down at her face in the moonlight. Her eyes lock with mine, pupils blown wide with desire, but there's something else there too. Something that makes my chest ache.

This isn't like before. Not like the quick, desperate encounters in my office. Not like that night in the equipment closet after practice where she begged me to spank her harder.

No.

The way her hand comes up to cup my jaw, thumb brushing across my cheek with such tenderness it nearly breaks me.

"Hunter," she whispers.

Fuck. Even my name on her lips sounds different. Reverent. Real.

I slow my movements, savoring every inch, every gasp, every shiver.

Her body responds to mine like we were made for this. Made for each other. The pleasure builds between us, but it's secondary to this... connection. This thing I've been fighting since the day she walked into my life.

The blanket beneath us, the stars above, her skin against mine - it all blurs together until there's nothing left but Natalie. Just Natalie, and this feeling expanding in my chest that I can't deny anymore.

I've never felt more terrified. Or more alive.

This isn't just sex. This isn't just attraction or chemistry or whatever bullshit excuse I've been using. This is...

Everything.

I snap my hips forward, burying myself inside her in one deep stroke. She cries out, clutching at my back as I fill her completely. The sound echoes across the rooftop, raw and primal.

My forehead presses against hers, breath coming in heavy pants as I steady the pace, fucking her with everything I've got.

I pull back, then thrust deep again.

I was wrong before. This isn't just breaking a rule. This is rewriting everything.

Every principle, every boundary I've built over twenty years of the game - gone in an instant.

Her moans grow louder and I feel her core tighten around my cock. She's close. Damn close.

"Is this what you wanted, sweetheart?" My voice comes out rough, barely recognizable as I hold on to get her through.

She moans, fingers digging harder into my skin. "Yes—please—"

Natalie's eyes squeeze shut, and I feel her body tighten around me. Her nails dig deeper into my back, dragging down, sending a beautiful pain that hits just right.

"Fuck, Hunter," she moans loudly, voice trembling with the intensity of her climax. The sound of my name on her lips sends a shiver down my spine.

I hold her close, riding out the waves of her orgasm. Each thrust of my hips draws another moan from her, and I can't help but watch the way her face contorts in pleasure.

It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

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