by Danica Avet
Leaning over, I kiss her with all the tenderness in my heart. I’m not good with words, never have been, but I try to express the love I have for her through action. Her mouth is soft against me. Welcoming and opening beneath my questing tongue as I deepen the kiss. My fingers clench in her hair, holding her steady as I make love to her mouth, tilting my head to the right to get even deeper.
Slowly, gently, I lower her back to the bed, her soft curves cushioning me, legs on either side of my hips, my cock resting against her inner thigh. But I continue to kiss her, until she clutches me in return, her tongue stroking against mine, until she’s just as lost as I am, before I break away from those drugging lips.
Propped over her, I stare into her dazed eyes. “I love you,” I tell her because there’s nothing else to say. Her smile is misty, slightly off-center, as though she’s trying not to cry.
“I love you, too,” she whispers back, her fingers raking through my hair. “I love you so much and I’d love it even more if you made love to me.”
My face hurts from the wideness of my grin. “That’s a lot of love, baby.”
“All for you.” She strokes her soft fingers down the side of my face, over my beard and then coasts them across my lips. “It’s all for you.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, dipping down to kiss her again, this time with all the frantic need coursing through me.
The hunger that settled into a low burn while I came to grips with the depth of my love for her suddenly roars back to life. I need inside her. Now. Even though I should extend the foreplay, kiss her all over her delectable little body, I need. I just need.
I force one of my hands to release her hair, although the other won’t let go, holding tight as I skate my free palm over her smooth, soft skin. She moans into my mouth, a shiver wracking her little body. She arches into me, rubbing her tight nipples across my chest, her legs shifting restlessly. I capture her behind the knee and bring her leg up to my waist, my cock nestling right where I need to be.
Pulling out of the kiss, I stare into her eyes as I slowly breach her, both of us panting. Her hands are on my shoulders, clinging to me. She’s so wet it should’ve been easy to thrust, but my woman is tight despite all the sexual playing we’ve been doing and, although I want to forge ahead, I take it slow. It’s torture. And I enjoy every brutal second of it, as I work my way inside her snug channel with shallow, controlled thrusts.
“Shaun,” she gasps, her eyes flutter closed as I fit another inch.
“Eyes on me, baby,” I order through gritted teeth, sweat collecting on my brow and along my spine as I fight instincts that say fuck hard now. “I want to see those beautiful eyes when I take you.”
How I was able to make any kind of sense is beyond me because my thoughts start going hazy as her pussy flexes around me, squeezing my dick. But she looks at me, her cheeks flushing the more aroused she becomes. I’m holding her leg to my waist to ease my entry and then she wraps the other one around me, her heels resting on my back, and my dick glides right home.
We both groan and her fingers clutch me tighter, her hips tilting to take all of me. I dip my head to plant a hard, fast kiss on her lips and mutter, “Hold on.”
And then I fuck her. I make love to her. Fuck her. Whatever. It’s intense. The thrust and retreat of my dick along her tight inner walls nearly sends me over the edge, but I persevere. She hooks her ankles together, sliding the circle of her legs higher up my torso until her knees are pressed to my ribs, opening herself even more. I slide my hand down to her ass, clutching her even closer, needing her closer. Our bodies slap together. Sweat trickles over my heated skin. I keep a tight hold on her hair, making sure she doesn’t go anywhere with the power of my thrusts. My heart’s pounding so hard, so fast, part of my brain wonders if I’m having a heart attack.
But we never look away from each other. Even when she starts to come, the telltale flutters of her pussy around my cock causing the base of my spine to tingle. Even when she does come, my name on her lips as she clamps my dick, inner muscles convulsing, driving me to move faster and harder, we never break eye contact. And when cum erupts from me like a motherfucking volcano on crack, we never look away. Not once, and it’s the most beautiful moment of my life.
Kate
I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to walk again, but that’s okay. Lying in Shaun’s bed—i.e., sprawled like a wanton mess—I smile at the ceiling. He’d looked so pained and exhausted when he finally rolled away to dispose of the condom, like I’d drained him to the point of collapse. I shouldn’t find that attractive, but I do. Because he was mine. All mine. And we’d rocked each other’s worlds.
Boy, had he rocked my world. I’m still seeing stars dancing around the vision of his face as he came inside me, big body shaking and shuddering, bucking into me and hitting all the right spots. Walking bowlegged the rest of my life was so worth that look of pained ecstasy.
“I don’t know if I should be glad for that smile, or worried,” he says as he returns.
I glance over, unabashedly admiring his naked body as he strolls over to me. “Both?” I chirp, sounding a little too perky for a woman who’d just been fucked—No, made love to—within an inch of her life. I eye him. “You’re not tired, are y—” My cocky question is cut off by a shriek as he hauls me out of bed and into his arms. I hurriedly hug his neck. “What are you doing?”
He gives me a hard, fast kiss, carrying me in the direction he’d just come from. “We’re gonna soak in that big ass tub and I’m going to take you again.”
I relax in his hold, my tired, overworked vaginal muscles practically clapping with excitement. “Oh, okay.”
And sure enough, he’s already run the water in this beautiful soaker tub. It was a bathroom I’d kill for, something I tell him as he lowers me into the water. I sink into the warmth, moaning with bliss. The tub is so deep the water comes up to my shoulders, then my chin when Shaun climbs in, settling behind me with his long legs on either side of me.
“You don’t have to kill for this bathroom, baby,” he says, wrapping his arms around me to haul me back against him. My breath catches when he nuzzles the skin behind my ear, nipples tightening with renewed pleasure. “It’s yours any time you want it.”
My sigh is downright lusty, although at this moment I’m not sure if it’s over the thought of using his tub whenever I want to, or the way he’s nibbling on my skin. Both probably. “I’ll have to take you up on that,” I mumble. “So don’t be shocked if you come home one day to find me camped out in here.”
He sort of goes still behind me and my eyes pop open, wondering if I’ve overstepped a line. “I—”
“You could move in with me,” he whispers against the shell of my ear, making my skin pebble. “Move in with me and I’ll always come home to you.”
Shock holds me in place and silent, but inside my body is a riot of quick-firing thoughts, emotions and reactions. Move in with him? God. I want to. To be with Shaun every day, to cuddle up against him to sleep with him every night, to make love whenever we wanted to? I can picture it so easily, I should’ve jumped at the suggestion. But I don’t know. I just don’t know if this is the right thing for us to do so soon.
He nips the tip of my ear. “It’s okay if you aren’t ready,” he murmurs, the timbre of his voice rumbling against my back. “But don’t think you’re gettin’ rid of me. If I’m not at your place, you’re at mine every night.” He kisses the side of my neck, his arms tightening around my waist, hugging me to him. “Got it? You’re here or I’m there.”
Releasing a shuddering sigh as his words rock through me, I turn to look up at him. His expression is hard, unyielding and determined, but his eyes are soft. For me. All for me. And beneath that softness I see a hint of vulnerability. He wants me with him. I want to be with him. So it’s easy for me to nod.
“Every night,” I agree, my voice quavering with emotion.
When his eyes light up, as though he’s just been given the best gift, I
can’t resist reaching up to pull him down for a kiss. It’s awkward but we make it work, and when it ends I settle against him again, enjoying his hands caressing me. My own hands are busy, cupping his knees. I feel the scars from his surgeries and my heart hurts for him.
Although, as I drowse in the tub, I can’t help but think that everything that’s happened to both of us in the past year brought us to this point. If he hadn’t been forced to retire, if Denise hadn’t cheated on him, if Adam hadn’t broken my heart and I had to leave my job, we wouldn’t have been on that plane together. We wouldn’t have had that night in New Orleans and we wouldn’t be here, in love and making tentative plans for the future.
I’m pulled from my deep thoughts when Shaun’s hands settles on my lower stomach, cupping me almost reverently. My heart thumps as I realize he’s placed his palms over my womb.
“Do you want kids?”
The question isn’t surprising, but I jolt anyway because my thoughts immediately conjure up an image of a little boy with mischievous brown eyes, dark hair and a sturdy little body. I imagine watching that little boy playing ball with Shaun, their laughter ringing out. Or teaching my child to love and play music, of terrible middle school concerts and football practices. And I melt.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “Do you?”
“Yeah.”
We’re both silent for several deep minutes, me thinking about those children I’d love to have. I hope Shaun’s thinking the same, but I’m not certain because he doesn’t say anything. Then right as I’m about to ask how many, or when he wants them or anything like that, he stands in the tub. I glance up, only to catch a brief glimpse of his hard cock right over my head before he leans over and hefts me out of the water.
“Oh my god, you’re going to slip!” I shriek as I throw my arms around his neck, praying we don’t end up breaking our necks and dying on the bathroom floor where the authorities will find our naked, water-pruned bodies and we end up on the front page of every newspaper in the country.
He doesn’t answer, just steps out of the tub with the ease of a man who knows exactly how strong he is and what his body can do. Half-assed wiping his feet on the rug, he stalks out of the bathroom with me in his arms.
“Where are we going?”
“Bedroom.” The word is nothing more than a grunt.
“Why are you always carrying me around?” I ask.
“Like holding you,” he says tightly.
Okay, then I realize he’s bringing us right to the bed. “What are you doing? We’re still wet!”
My protest ends in a little scream as I go flying and land in the middle of the mattress, hair flopping into my eyes, the comforter absorbing the water from my skin. I lift my head to look over my shoulder, about to give Shaun hell for messing up his bed, for throwing me in it, but he’s already sliding a condom down his hard length, his gaze locked on my upturned ass.
“Shaun?” I squeak, hands gripping the comforter. I no longer cared about getting his bed wet from bathwater because there was a flood occurring between my legs.
“’Bout to make you wetter.” His gaze flicks to me, but only for a moment before he’s focused on my back end. “Need practice, babe,” he mutters absently, his hand coming up to grip his cock, muscles in his arm bulging.
I start to move, to turn over, but he lets go of his shaft to grip my hips in both hands, holding me in place. “No, right there,” he says huskily. “Stay. Right. There.”
My face burns, even as my cunt grows wet from the hunger on his face. I’m on my elbows and knees, my legs kind of spread wide from when I landed on the bed. My ass is big and I just know everything down there is exposed. Yet even as embarrassment tries to take a hold of me, Shaun drops to his knees next to the bed. I start to turn, concern muting some of my desire as I check to make sure he’s okay, but that’s about when he buries his face right in my pussy.
“Eep!”
The sound escapes me before I can help it, shock making my entire body tense before I go all boneless as his tongue laps at me from clit to my entrance, devouring the cream he created with his caveman routine. I gasp and moan, kneading the comforter as he eats at my pussy, savage noises leaving him as he thrusts his tongue into my channel.
“Shaun,” I moan, my hips rocking back until I’m basically riding his face. “Shaun. God. Baby.”
He groans again and moves to lash my clit, flicking it. I have to be making a mess of his beard, but instead of being mortified, I grow wetter, my orgasm building and building. It’s going to be like an atomic bomb going off when it breaks. I know it is and I want it, grinding against him for more. Always more when it comes to Shaun.
And just when I feel the pleasure swell until I swear it’s going to kill me, he lunges to his feet, fits his cock to my entrance and thrusts deep. I bury my face in the comforter, overwhelmed by the way he fills me, stretching me, the combination a pain and pleasure mix that leaves me mindless. My body arches, a soundless scream straining my throat as he fucks me hard, fast and deep. His cock hits just the right spot. Over and over. Rubbing, rubbing…
I let out a sound that’s a screaming howl as my orgasm doesn’t just crash over me. It obliterates me, my pussy flooding with moisture as it clenches hard, gripping his pounding dick. He makes a strangled sound before he falls over me, his big hands gripping mine, lacing our fingers together. The move changes the angle of his strokes, hitting nerve endings that fling me over the edge again, until I feel as though I might break apart, just splinter into a billion pieces.
Teeth rake over the side of my neck as his thrusts come faster. Harder. His groans vibrating through me. Then he goes still, hands squeezing mine once. Twice.
“Katie,” he roars into my shoulder as he shudders with his own pleasure, the pulse of his cock as he comes setting off another phantom orgasm.
With one final grind of his hips, he slumps against me, his forehead pressed to my back, his warm breath tickling my spine. But I’m too blissed out to even twitch at the soft sensation. No, all I can do is sprawl beneath him, ass in the air, legs starting to cramp, breathing like a winded horse into the comforter as my body completes its oh-my-god-we-just-got-fucked-good-fluttering.
Shaun rouses before I do, his cock sliding free of my quaking pussy, but he doesn’t go far. He plants a bristly kiss to the center of my back, repeating the motion up my spine until he finds my cheek. I want to give him my mouth except he’s fucked me dead. I just want to sleep. I don’t even care if I have to sleep with my ass in the air because I’m that zonked out from the best orgasms of my life.
But my man knows how to motivate me because he speaks and, when he does, his voice is still a little winded, hoarse from all the noises he made, but he says the most beautiful thing in the world. “I can’t wait to give you of babies, Katie. Lots of babies.”
I hum my agreement. “Babies,” I murmur, twisting a little so I can find his mouth. I kiss him, tasting myself on his lips, but not caring at all. “Want your babies. Love you.”
His smile is the last thing I see before I pass out, my man having fucked me into a coma.
Shaun
Two weeks later…
Life is sweet. No, that’s like saying the sun’s a little bright. Life is fucking fantastic. My woman hadn’t lied. Since we consummated our feelings—multiple times over the course of twenty-four hours—we haven’t spent a night apart. Whether we ended up in her bed or mine, we were together, the location decided on a whim, but I have hope that she’ll come around to my point of view on the living situation. I want her in my house, not just her clothes and all the shit women need to survive.
The only major shift in our relationship is the sex, which is beyond fucking amazing. Katie might seem shy in public, especially when anyone complimented her, but get her hot and bothered and she became a vixen who leaves me panting for more. She still rides with me to and from campus, we still grab a quick lunch when we’re able and a quickie in her office if she’s extra good—and gagged. She
’s a loud one when she’s getting it bent over her desk, skirt flipped up to bare her ass, knowing her colleagues are right down the hall. My cock hardens again thinking about it, even though that particular scenario happened only five hours ago.
Smirking at the memory of how hard she came, I meet her gaze as the band finishes the fight song. With dusk slowly creeping up on the Homecoming festivities, I can only guess that she’s as red as a fire engine, but her shy smile tells me she knows exactly what I’m thinking about. I have to force my attention back to the event at hand, not think about what I plan to do to her as soon as I get her home tonight.
Sauvage Field, the massive park south of the university, is packed with a crowd of students, faculty members and the general public, everyone gathering to celebrate Homecoming week. Our winning streak has put the Spartans in reach of a bowl game and everyone seems to want a piece of the excitement. Saturday’s game is one of the few day games we have this season and will determine whether we get one of the coveted bowl game berths. My players are high on all the good vibes coming their way from the fans and the press, but it’s my and Buddy’s jobs to keep them firmly planted on the ground.
Buddy steps up to the mic and the crowd goes wild. I grin, cheering as well. The man is as humble as pie, but he’s treated like a rock star by fans and the players.
“All right, all right, settle down,” he orders thousands of people, as though it’s a few rambunctious freshmen horse playing in the locker room. I’m not surprised when everyone calms down. “I’m not big on speeches,” he continues once there’s some order. “So don’t expect much.” He clears his throat. “We’ve had a great season with one of the most talented teams I’ve worked with in my thirty years of coaching.”
Naturally, the crowd screams in agreement while the players smile smugly. Little shits. Yet I know exactly what Buddy means. It’s as though this team is golden. They have the chemistry, the heart and the drive to go all the way, making me doubly proud to be a part of the program.