by Susan Stoker
The combined assault on her sensitive body parts did exactly what he intended. Harley felt the orgasm surging up from the depths of her soul and moved both hands to the forearm around her chest. Her skirt dropped, but Coach’s fingers didn’t stop their frantic movements.
Harley tried to pull backwards, away from his fingers on her clit, but she had nowhere to go. She vaguely felt Coach’s erection against her back, but it didn’t fully register in the midst of her pleasure.
“Let go, Harley. I’ve got you.”
Coach’s protective words did the trick, throwing her over the edge. She bucked in his grasp as the first wave hit. Harley could feel her heart beating overtime and knew her breaths came in pants, but she was lost in the ecstasy of having an orgasm at the hands of a man for the first time.
Jerking as the orgasm continued, Harley tried once more to pull away from Coach’s touch.
“No, don’t pull away. One more, Harl. One more.”
His fingers didn’t let up on her clit, but instead increased their pace, rubbing and flicking over her engorged bud, trying to coax one more orgasm out of her body.
“Uhhhhh,” Harley moaned as the second orgasm tore through her. This one was bigger, more intense than the first. “Coach!” Her fingernails dug into his forearms as she convulsed, lost in the pleasure of his touch.
It could’ve been seconds, or minutes, before Harley realized that Coach was no longer stroking her clit, but was instead running all four of his fingers soothingly up and down her soaked folds under her panties. It was almost a caress, but every time they swiped over her clit she jerked in pleasurable reaction.
“Beautiful,” Coach breathed into her ear. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Thank you.”
Harley opened her eyes and cleared her throat. She swallowed twice before she was finally able to speak. “I think I should be the one thanking you.”
Coach didn’t respond, but he finally pulled his hand out of her panties and brought it up to his mouth.
Harley could smell her arousal on his fingers and blushed. “What are you…” Her voice trailed off as Coach licked each finger clean.
“I don’t think—”
She screeched in surprise as Coach abruptly turned her in his arms and held her against him. The look in his eyes was intense, much more intense than anything she’d seen from him in the past.
“Don’t think, Harley. Feel. That was seriously one of the hottest things I’ve ever done or seen in my life. You were so uninhibited. I loved it. I wanted to wait until you were in my bed, but I couldn’t. The whole way home, all I could think of was getting my hands under that dress. The second you were in my space, I couldn’t control myself. Thank you for not freaking out. Thank you for trusting me.”
He took one of her hands in his and brought it down to the front of his dress slacks. “I’m so hard and ready for you. I swear I’ve been this way all night.”
Harley stroked his length through the material of his pants. She could feel the heat and how hard he was…for her.
“Take me to bed?” It came out as more of a question than a request, but Coach merely nodded. He shifted his grip so he was holding her hand and led the way to his bedroom.
17
Harley had been in Coach’s apartment a couple of times before tonight, and it had been neat as a pin every time. His room was no exception.
There was a dresser against one wall, with absolutely nothing sitting on top of it. There were no clothes strewn about the room. A tall, skinny bookshelf stood beside the bed, filled with books. They were all lined up in alphabetical order.
The bed covers had been pulled back precisely, as if he’d done it before he’d left the house. The sheets were white, and looked extremely inviting. Coach stopped her before the bed and turned her so her back was to him.
Taking hold of the tie at her nape, he slowly tugged it, loosening the dress until the bodice threatened to fall to her waist. Harley put up one hand to hold it in place, feeling self-conscious for the first time. It was ridiculous, the man had both hands on her body just moments before, but she’d still been mostly covered.
Coach turned her again until she faced him. He took her head in his hands and leaned in to kiss her. One of his hands moved to the back of her neck and held her to him as he devoured her mouth. Finally, he pulled back, but kept his eyes on hers.
“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. I’ll keep saying it until you believe me. You’re beautiful, Harley. Inside and out. I am so lucky you’re giving yourself to me.”
His words did the trick, and Harley let her hand drop to her side, the dress losing its battle with gravity, and fluttering to her feet. She held her breath.
Coach inhaled as he took in Harley’s almost naked form for the first time. He’d felt it with his hands, but seeing it was a whole different thing.
She was tall and her tits were exactly as he’d imagined them. They sat like little apples on her chest, but it was her nipples that made his mouth water. They were erect and pointing right at him. They were large—it was no wonder he’d been able to see them through her clothes that first day at the skydiving hangar. Even as he ogled her, they grew tighter under his gaze.
Harley shifted nervously, so Coach put his hands on her shoulders to calm her. He wasn’t nearly done with his first glimpse of her. She settled under his touch and his eyes continued down her body.
She was slender, he could almost see her ribs. He smiled, bringing one of his hands down to touch her little outtie belly button. She giggled and tried to wrench away from him. Coach wrapped one of his large hands around her waist to keep her where he wanted her.
“An outtie,” he breathed. “I love it.”
“It’s weird,” Harley countered.
“No. It’s you,” Coach reassured her. Then, looking up to her eyes, he asked as he fingered her panties. “May I?”
Harley nodded and Coach breathed out a sigh of relief. He brought his hands to her sides, putting his fingers under the thin strips at her hips and pushing slowly down, taking her panties with him.
He went down on his knees in front of her as he lowered her underwear and sucked in a deep breath, inhaling her scent as he came face-to-face with her pussy. He didn’t even notice her kicking away her dress or undies; his entire focus was on the small patch of curls and her glistening folds.
His hands spanned her waist and he rested his thumbs on the creases where her thighs met her torso. Coach couldn’t take his eyes off her. He’d seen pussies before. But he couldn’t remember ever being as enamored of any of them as he was Harley’s.
She kept her hair trimmed, so he could see her pouty lips glistening with the juices from her earlier orgasm. But it was her clit that fascinated him. He’d felt it earlier, but he could see it peeking out from its protective hood as he kneeled in front of her. It was as though she was still just as aroused as she’d been when in the midst of her orgasm in his hallway.
Not able to help himself, Coach leaned forward an inch and blew lightly on the bundle of nerves and felt himself leak precome as she sighed and shifted in his grasp. She was so sensitive and reactive to his touch. He could hardly wait to get inside her.
Knowing if he spent any more time smelling her and watching her react to his touch, he wouldn’t be able to keep his promise to go slow and let her explore his own body, Coach stood up in front of her.
“Sit, Harl. Let me help you get those shoes off.”
She did as he asked, and lowered herself gently to his bed. He’d changed the sheets that morning, hoping against hope that he’d have Harley right where she was now. He’d folded back the comforter, trying to make his space look inviting and comfortable for her, realizing now that it didn’t matter what the bed looked like.
Coach removed Harley’s shoes, placing them off to the side so they wouldn’t trip over them if they had to get up in the middle of the night. He stood and removed his shirt, not bothering with undoing the
buttons down the front, simply peeling it over his head. He next stripped off the undershirt and threw it to the side as well.
Feeling vulnerable, and realizing how Harley must’ve felt, Coach hurried to remove the rest of his clothes. He knew he was in shape, but there was just something about standing naked for the first time in front of someone who was important to you that was disconcerting.
Straightening up in front of Harley, Coach let her take him in. He was fully erect, his cock bobbing with his movements in front of her. Her hands came out to touch him, and Coach took a step closer, making his body more accessible.
She ran her slender fingers up his defined abs to his nipples, where she stopped and tweaked them playfully, smiling when he inhaled in pleasure. Moving on to his biceps, Harley circled each one with her hands, her fingers not even coming close to meeting. She moved her exploration back to his chest and down. She fingered the V muscles along his sides that pointed down to his cock.
Finally, bracing herself with one hand on his thigh, she took his length into her other hand and stroked up to the tip, then back down to his base.
“Ah, God, Harley,” Coach ground out, the feeling of her soft, warm hand on his dick for the first time almost bringing him to his knees. She felt so good. He could tell she was tentative in her exploration, but at the same time, she wasn’t shy either.
Her other hand moved until she touched one of his balls, and at his small moan, she gained confidence, and tested their weight in her hand.
“I can feel you pulsing in my hand,” she told him in awe, not looking away from what she was doing. “It’s soft, but hard at the same time.”
Coach groaned, and put one hand on her shoulder to keep his balance. He widened his stance, trying to give her time to explore him. It was more intimate than anything any other woman had done. Maybe it was her inexperience, or her natural curiosity, but whatever it was, it made him want to push her backward and fuck her harder than he’d ever taken anyone before.
“Oh,” Harley exclaimed as his cock jumped in her hand at his thought of pushing inside her hot body. “It moved!”
She looked up at him, as if wanting reassurance his reaction was normal.
“Yeah, it does that,” Coach said, not knowing exactly what he was saying.
Harley licked her lips, and all he could think about was her leaning forward and taking him into her mouth. He swallowed hard. There’d be time for that later. If she so much as touched his cock with her lips, he’d lose it.
Coach stood as still as he could as Harley continued to caress and stroke him, learning the size and shape of him. She squeezed his balls, marveling at their weight and feel. Coach had been doing great, until she swiped the mushroomed head of his dick with one finger and brought a bead of precome up to her lips. Harley sucked her finger into her mouth and looked up into his eyes, the lust clear to see.
“Fuck,” Coach groaned, and then moved.
He grabbed both her hands and pushed her backward onto the mattress. “Scoot up, Harley.” Without a word, she did as he asked, pushing backward until she was lying fully on the bed.
Coach crouched over her, looking down at her splayed out on his sheets. He held her wrists in his hands, pressing them over her head. She smiled up at him, not concerned at all that he outweighed her and could do whatever he wanted to her right now.
“I need you, Harley.”
“Yes. Please.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I promise not to knee you in the balls.”
Coach loved that she still had her sense of humor in bed. She looked a bit uncertain, but not scared. He sighed in relief.
“Reach up to the drawer over your head, grab the box of condoms for me.”
She did as he asked, stretching under him, brushing against his hard cock, smearing his precome on her belly as she did.
She settled back where she’d been with the brand-new box in her hand. Kneeling up over her, Coach asked as he fought to open the box, “Have you ever seen this before?”
“A guy putting on a condom? Only in videos,” Harley told him with a twinkle in her eye.
“Not the same.”
“Can I do it?”
“No,” Coach answered immediately. “I’ll lose it, and the first time you make me come, I want to be inside you.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh. Now watch.”
Having her eyes on him was arousing as hell. Coach didn’t think any part of putting on a rubber could be sexy, but explaining, and showing Harley the proper way to hold a condom and roll it down his cock was almost too much.
“Does it hurt?” she asked.
“No.”
“Can I touch you?”
“Yeah,” Coach ground out between gritted teeth, wanting to give this to her. Her natural curiosity was killing him, but he’d give her the world if she asked.
She ran a finger down the length of the condom, then questioned, “Does it feel the same, you know, inside, whether you wear one or not?”
“I don’t know.”
“What?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never had sex without one before.”
She opened her mouth to respond, but Coach stopped her. “And tonight’s not the time to change that.” At the slight look of hurt on Harley’s face, Coach scooted back until their hips were aligned. His hard cock rested at the top of her pussy, her short curls caressing his length with every breath they took.
“Believe me, there’s nothing more I want than to be bare inside you. But I’m going to protect you. We should’ve had this talk already, but now’s not the time. Later we’ll talk about birth control and I’ll tell you about my sexual history and how I’m clean. We can make the adult decision when and if to ditch the condoms, but now isn’t the time to make that choice.”
“Okay. You’re right. I just wanted…” She paused, before getting the gumption to say what was on her mind. “I just wanted to make sure it was good for you.”
“Oh, Harl. It’s already good for me.” He rested on his elbows and brought his hands up to frame her face. “I could stop right now and it’d still be perfect for me. Having you naked under me. Giving you those orgasms earlier, feeling you jerk in my arms…your hands on me, exploring me…it’s never been so good before. Being inside you will simply be the crowning stroke. Pun intended.”
“Are you even real?”
Coach laughed at the disbelief and tenderness in her voice.
“Yeah. This is how you should always be treated, Harley.” He braced himself up on a hand, and moved the other one down between them. He shifted until he could reach her folds again, running his fingers over her, much as he had earlier.
“You’re so wet.”
“It’s a permanent condition around you, I think,” Harley groaned out, arching into his touch.
“Do you trust me?” Coach asked, looking into her eyes as his fingers continued to tease and arouse her further.
“Yes.”
Feeling his chest swell at her immediate response, Coach leaned down and kissed her briefly. “Good. Later, I’m gonna play with your tits. I love your nipples. I can’t wait to spend hours with them. But I’m too close right now. I won’t hurt you. Promise.”
“Fuck me, Coach. Please.”
“Not fucking. We’re making love.”
Coach put a hand on his cock and lifted, aligning himself. “Spread your legs, that’s it. Oh yeah, beautiful.”
He pushed in a fraction, feeling Harley clench her muscles, trying to keep him out. “Easy, Harley. Relax.” Coach used both hands to gently knead her breasts, taking her attention away from what was happening down below. “That’s it. Let me in. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Harley gasped as Coach pushed slowly inside her tight sheath. He felt her fingernails dig into his forearms once again as he entered her for the first time.
Coach gritted his teeth as Harley’s muscles closed around his length. He felt himself about to
blow, and quickly reached down and grasped the base of his cock with one hand, squeezing tightly until the urge to orgasm passed.
He chuckled. “Whew, that was close.”
“What?” Harley asked in a daze.
“You felt so good I almost lost it.”
“Isn’t that the point?” she asked.
“Yeah, but not the second I get inside you. I want this to last as long as possible. I want to remember it forever. Also, I’d be a bastard if the first time you did this I didn’t at least try to make you orgasm.”
“I’ve heard women don’t usually get off their first time,” she said in a dreamy voice.
“That’s true,” Coach told her, loving that Harley was so practical, even in the midst of discussing losing her virginity. “But since your hymen was broken long ago, I’m hoping I’m not causing you pain, and that you’ll be an exception.”
“Me too,” she told him, looking him in the eye. “It doesn’t hurt, Coach. I feel full, and it’s a bit uncomfortable, but you feel good too. I need…I want…I don’t know. Is that weird?”
“No. It’s not weird. I’m big, and this is your first time.” He pulled back a fraction, then pushed in again, gaining ground. “Okay?”
“Ummmm. Are you in yet?”
“Not all the way.”
“Well, get in then.”
Coach laughed and pushed a bit more into her. “I’m trying not to hurt you.”
“You’re not. And I can feel you moving inside me when you laugh.”
Coach smiled again. Making love to Harley was like nothing he’d ever felt in the past. He’d never had a casual conversation about what the woman was feeling before. Never had anyone ask him if he was in yet. But experiencing sex for the first time with Harley was something he’d never forget.
“Okay, Harley. I’m going to push all the way in. Are you ready?”
In response, Harley opened her legs wider and put her feet flat on the mattress. She even tilted her hips up to him. “I’m ready.”
Coach pulled back a fraction, not able to help himself, and pushed forward until he felt her hip bones against his own. He held his breath, willing himself not to come. She felt amazing. Hot. Wet. Perfect.