Page 13 of Dear Coach's Daughter
Her words nearly have me coming on the spot, so I don’t waste any time guiding my dick to her entrance and push inside her. She arches her back off the bed as I pump in and out of her. She feels amazing, and I'm ready to lose myself in her, but I push back my release. I want us to come together.
I use my thumb to rub circles on her clit and help get her to the highest peak before we tumble over the edge.
It doesn't take long, and I feel her start to tense around me.
“Come for me, baby,” I grunt with each syllable.
“Yes!” she cries out, her nails raking down my back.
I come watching her unravel before me. My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest. We hold onto one another, not wanting to let the other go. It’s never been like that for me. Just another way that I know that she is it for me.
I write out the words on her back with my fingertip what I think is too soon to say, but I want to express it.
I L-O-V-E Y-O-U.
She sighs against my chest, and I wonder if she understood my message.
I hope so.
We pad naked into the kitchen and share lukewarm lasagna out of the casserole dish by the light of the moonlight. We talk about everything. No topic is off-limits. I tell her about growing up in Texas and the religion of Friday night football down there. I tell her about how Zach and I would spend hours every day in the backyard taking turns throwing footballs through a tire our dad hung up for us. She told me about how she’d spend every Saturday growing up shopping in Little Italy in Cleveland with her Nonna and helping her prepare for Sunday dinners.
“She taught you very well.”
Brownie laughs. "If you think this is good, I wish you could have tried her dish. The clouds in the sky would part, and the angels would sing when Nonna cooked. Her skills were heavenly.”
“I wish I could have met her.”
“She would have liked you, even though you were a football player.”
“We all aren’t that bad.”
“You, Hunter Delaney, are my Nonna’s lasagna in a world full of prepacked frozen lasagnas.”
I’m pretty sure the girl of my dreams just told me she loves me.
“Is it weird that that comparison kind of turns me on?” I ask.
She laughs and gives me a quick peck on the lips. “That was the plan.”
We both stand up, and I quickly scoop her up onto my shoulder.
“Oh my gosh, put me down! You'll hurt yourself, and my dad will blame me!"
I smack her bare ass gently as I walk us back to her room, making her squeak. Not to be outdone, she hits mine.
“I could get into this,” I chuckle.
She laughs and smacks me again.
