by Lucia Franco
Scrolls of tropical leaves were scored into the wood, wicker accents giving off an island feel, flanked by two bamboo inspired columns. On the opposite side, parallel to the armoire, was a workout area fitted with a stand used to work the upper body, and some free weights on a shelf off to the side. There was nothing on the walls save for a television mounted to the wall closest to the door with a large dresser underneath that matched the armoire. The TV was larger than me.
I glanced around. Who the hell had decorated this room? It was seductive and dark and mysterious and lush and unlike anything else in the house.
I loved it.
This had to be Kova's touch. His essence filled the room the same way he made a statement with so few words. Less is more and all that.
Curious to see the bathroom now, I strode toward the en suite and stopped short, sucking in a breath.
Wide, slate gray tiles lined the walls from floor to ceiling. A grand shower with no doors and a massive rain showerhead was next to the black marble vanity. There was a rectangular bathtub carved from stone directly in the center. It was so big I could stretch out in it and still not fill it. The last thing I had on my list of things to never do anytime soon was to take a bath, but after seeing Kova's, I wanted to test it out. Much to my surprise, there was a window with no blinds or curtains. It wasn't blurred, nor did it have mosaic tiles to block curious eyes. It led to what I assumed was his backyard and had a view of rows and rows of bamboo trees bunched together.
I stood back in utter shock. Kova's house was impressive to begin with, but his room and bathroom were something else. His own oasis. It must have been the one room he’d demanded to design and decorate. Everything was elegant and lavish. I'd love to see what he'd do with an entire house. In truth, I was surprised he could afford something this opulent. I knew money when I saw it thanks to my upbringing, and Kova had way more than he let on.
* * *
Once I got over my shock of seeing Kova’s side of the house, I decided I had to test out his bathtub. I searched through Kova's drawers until I found a shirt to wear, then I ran the water. I didn't even bother looking for a pair of shorts, since I knew there was no way they would fit.
With the bath filled, I looked for some soap for bubbles but found lots of Epsom salt instead. I should have known better—it was Kova's favorite. I dumped a bunch in and waited a minute or so before stripping down and climbing in.
A heavenly sigh rolled off my lips at the heat of the water and how good it felt on my aching body. Grabbing my cell phone, I placed my legs on the ledge of the tub and crossed them. I took a picture and texted it to Kova. Seconds later, he responded.
Coach: There better be bath salts in there.
Me: LOL there are.
Coach: I like seeing you in my tub.
Me: It's so big I could swim in it. The jets feel so good.
Coach: I am glad you are using it. It does not get any use at all.
I had to ignore that one.
Me: I'm just glad it's not an ice bath for once.
I took a picture of the window and sent it to Kova.
Me: Why does this not shock me?
Coach: What?
Me: The fact that you have a window with no covering and anyone can see in.
Coach: What can I say? I am a bit of an exhibitionist.
I thought of Kova walking around naked and how he was not modest in the least. I got the notion that he liked when people looked at him. His body was to die for, especially naked, so I shouldn’t have been surprised. My pussy tingled from the image of him in my head, of him under the cascading shower, stroking himself into oblivion. I looked at the window and realized it was angled perfectly toward the shower and the bathtub. I had to squeeze my legs shut from the sudden throbbing. Water sloshed from side to side.
Me: Now THAT doesn't surprise me. LOL I’m gonna take a nap soon.
Coach: Only in my bed. See you soon.
After the water cooled, I got out and grabbed a towel hanging from the wall to dry myself. Chills coated my body from the cool air, but the towel was hot to my touch. Wrapping it around my body, I sighed at the warmth and thickness. His towel rack was heated. At this point, I didn't want to ever leave his room. This was heaven.
I dried off and glanced around. The only thing decorating the room was the fresh, white orchids in a huge square black vase on the vanity right in the center.
Reaching for his shirt so I could slip it on, I retracted, thinking the towel would be warmer and cozier under the blanket.
Clutching the material to my chest, I stepped into his bedroom and pulled back the covers to reveal soft, gray sheets, and climbed in. I loosened the towel to get situated and pulled the blankets over me. I took out my hair tie and fluffed my hair. For me, taking a hair tie out was the equivalent to taking a bra off after a long day.
This was a mistake. A big, fat mistake, because once my head hit the pillow, Kova's scent surrounded me, stimulating my blood with shameless ideas. This whole time I’d thought he wore cologne, but it was just his natural aroma. He didn't wear cologne to bed, no one would do that, and he’d told me Katja hadn't shared his bed in a month, so I knew this smell was all him.
Rolling over onto my side, I closed my eyes and tried to block out any illicit thoughts that flitted through my head. Sighing, I felt at ease and not lonely for the first time in a long time. I hugged the king-size down pillow to the length of my body and hiked a knee up, expelling a breath. I needed to sleep. I was exhausted.
But sleep wouldn't come. I shifted to my other side and faced Kova's workout equipment. I imagined him in the zone doing dips and pullups, in nothing but shorts, his muscles straining with sweat dripping down his flushed chest. The shorts would sit low, low enough for me to see the carved muscles around his hips that led to his plump ass, defined and incredibly delicious looking, and the dark hairs that led to his cock. Maybe he’d even be wearing that backwards hat I loved so much. Or, maybe, he would be naked except for the hat. I noticed a weightlifting belt for his waist and wondered if he strapped weights to it while he used the stationary machine. I wondered if I could plaster myself to him like a spider monkey while he did dips. That would be insanely hot.
Christ on a stick. I needed to stop. A throb resonated between my legs, my pussy becoming wet. God, this was humiliating. All I had to do was imagine Kova working out and I was getting turned on in a bed he had at one time shared with his wife.
I closed my eyes and sighed, pushing all thoughts from my head. I was relaxed and in a good place—even my mind was relaxed—which was so strange considering where I was. But I knew. I knew why I felt like this, and I didn't want to admit it.
It was Kova. It was always Kova, and though his presence could rile me up, it also had the ability to calm me down.
Shifting, I hiked my leg up even further and cuddled the pillow closer to me. The material of the towel and thickness of the pillow pushed against my clit in just the right spot. My body lit up with hunger in response. I groaned at the pressure and tried not to move, but it felt too good and my hips rolled against it. My clit dragged down the uneven material of the towel, my pussy aching with the need to be touched. I did it again, and again, and the heat coursing through my body intensified with every thrust, making me even wetter with desire.
I squeezed the pillow to me, knowing I needed to stop, but wanting to roll over and climb on it too. I wanted to rub my aching clit all over the place where he rested his head at night and caress myself on it until I came. I pretended it was Kova's face I was riding and froze. I was so close to coming. My eyes clenched shut. I had to stop. This wasn't right. I was in his bed, but my hips wouldn't stop and I ground myself against the towel as I squeezed the pillow harder with my thighs, loving the friction and feeling like I’d die if I didn’t have more. My nipples puckered to hard points, the towel teasing the sensitive skin. Long, breathy sighs rolled off my lips, my moans echoing through the room. I wanted to come, and I desperately wanted to c
ome in Kova's bed.
Oh God. My body was flushed with heat. I rolled onto my back and pushed the blanket off but kept the towel on. I needed to stop this, but my hand was already under the towel, sliding through the swollen lips of my pussy and rubbing my clit. Hips bucking, I cupped myself as hard as I could, almost painfully, and undulated on a wave of euphoria. The towel slid off, exposing my body to the cool air. I moaned, climbing higher, when a sound outside the room caught my attention. I froze, my heart hammering. I looked to the side and found Kova standing in the doorway.
I gasped, breathing heavily, and yet I couldn't stop touching myself, especially now, with him watching me. I closed my legs and ground myself into my hand.
Kova pushed the door open fully and sauntered in. Our eyes locked onto each other like an imaginary force was pulling us together until he reached the side of the bed and loomed over me. His gaze darkened with a look I knew all too well. I bit my lip, embarrassed that I'd been caught.
His eyes blazed with lust and his tongue rolled over his bottom lip. Kova picked up the towel and tossed it to the floor. My hand was still tucked between my legs. He dragged the back of his knuckles alongside my thigh, softly and gently stroking my creamy skin. He opened his palm and skimmed my hip. He gave my hip a squeeze, and my back arched. My gaze dropped to his shorts, his obvious erection straining against the material.
"Please do not let me stop you," he growled.
My cheeks flushed and I swallowed. "How long were you standing there?"
"Long enough to see you about to fuck my pillow." My eyes widened and my cheeks flushed again. I wanted to fucking die of embarrassment. "I would not have minded, you know. In fact, I wish you had. I was waiting for you to put the pillow between your thighs and climb on. You could have put your hands on the headboard so I would see your back flex and contract while you rode the same place I put my face every night. You could have rode it hard until you came." I continued to stare at him in silence, wanting to do just that. "Why did you stop?" he asked, still touching my leg.
"Stop what?" I all but panted.
"With my pillow. Why did you stop grinding your sweet little pussy all over it?"
I averted my gaze, trying to figure out how to handle this conversation. Kova wasn't mad, he was turned on and rock hard. His cock was even bigger now, my pussy instantly craving the outline of his thick length.
I whimpered and went with the truth, seeing as he liked hearing it. "Because I didn't want to leave a wet mark on it."
"You are not shy in front of me," he stated.
"No," I responded softly. "I think with anyone else I might be, but not with you."
Kova's jaw flexed, his nostrils flaring, his eyes hungering for more. Then, he shocked me.
"Do it. Touch yourself."
Chills rolled down my spine, my body flushing so hot I felt like I was on fire at the thought of him watching me. I wanted it. My heart hammered in my chest, my pussy soaking wet at the thought of actually doing it. Kova climbed onto the bed and kneeled in front of me, his hands going to my knees to spread my legs…and I let him. His hungry gaze immediately went to my sex and I felt moisture seep out. His nostrils flared and he looked at me, his eyes heavy and dark. I pulled my knees up, showing him what he'd never have again, only for him to quickly lean down and give me one long, good swipe of his tongue.
"Oh God," I moaned, gasping as pleasure rocked through me. My back arched from the way he flattened his tongue.
"I have missed your taste on my tongue," he said, his voice guttural.
Kova shifted closer and placed a hand on each of my inner thighs. He glided them roughly up until he reached my bikini line, the anticipation that he'd go farther was so crazy I almost asked him to. Right before he reached my core, he squeezed my thighs hard. I let out a moan and when he did it again, I almost purred. His strength alone turned me on.
Reaching out with two fingers, I offered them to him. Kova hesitate to slip them into his mouth. His tongue wrapped around seductively, nibbling. I pulled back, but he tightened his grip and guided them to my sex. With our eyes locked, he pressed my two fingers to my clit, his index finger on top of mine, and circled it painfully slow. He stopped at the center of my clit and paused, then pushed into it. I dragged in a breath, lips parting as a shock of pleasure vibrated throughout my body. He circled, then pushed again, until I felt liquid run down my ass. Using the tip of his finger, Kova pushed mine aside and expertly caressed my aching clit.
And I let him. I couldn't stop him. His eyes were too hungry and my body craved his touch.
Kova circled a few more times, enough to leave me breathing heavily and my thighs quaking. Using my fingers again, Kova slid down with purpose until he reached my entrance. He stopped. I held my breath and waited.
Kova pressed on my entrance with all three of our fingers and I swallowed thickly. He inserted just the tips, caressing my walls, and then curled them. We both let out a strangled breath of hunger. He did it again, and again, pushing a little deeper each time.
"Kova," I whispered. Pulling our fingers out, a wet suction followed by a pop sounded in the silence of his room, and it was so damn hot to me. He yanked me up, and I flew into his chest and onto his lap, my knees straddling him. He had my wrist in a tight hold, our faces so close to each other. He wrapped his other arm around my back, cupping my ass.
Sucking my fingers into his mouth, I watched his tongue slip between the digits as he licked the clear liquid off. I purred, my cheeks tinged with warmth. Lips parting, chest rising and falling rapidly, I drew in a breath as I leaned toward his mouth.
His eyes flared with heat. "You have said my name three times now, which tells me your wall is finally fucking breaking down. I am not your coach. I have never been just your coach."
* * *
Entranced, I couldn't stop staring at his mouth. He'd gotten some of me on his bottom lip and that was all I could focus on. His scent enveloped me, sending me into a tizzy. He was right—he'd never just been a coach to me.
"The least you can do is fuck yourself where I sleep every night so I can smell your pussy and see the mark you leave when you’re gone."
My eyes shot to his and they widened. Chills slithered down my spine.
"You're so fucking filthy," I said, my voice thick with need.
"Do it," he demanded.
I was embarrassed to admit out loud that I loved when he talked dirty to me.
Kova tilted his head to the side, his eyes roaming my face. "Unless, of course, you want me to be deep inside you," he whispered seductively against my lips. "The way I am feeling right now, I can split you in two." Kova pinched my chin between his fingers. He licked over my lips and I felt more pleasure seep from me. "That is not why I wanted you to come here though—I hope you know that—but I am happy to oblige." He smirked, and I felt it in my soul. "I think you want my cock deep inside your pussy. I think you miss coming on my cock but are scared to admit it. I know I sure as fuck do. The only time I ever come hard is when I am coming inside you. Only you."
I let out a rushed breath, my heart ablaze and body screaming for more. I loved when he spoke to me like that. I found it provocatively hot.
"Or do you want me to play with you here," he asked, his hands sliding to my ass toward my hole. He pressed on it and I drew in a breath as I got on my knees. My heart thumped fanatically in my chest as the anticipation rose. "Between your pussy and your ass, do you know the things I could do to you? The things I could make you feel? The things we could feel together?"
The words he said turned me on so high I felt like I was flying. I was mortified l liked it so much and that I could orgasm just from hearing his raspy voice alone.
Kova smirked again, his eyes knowing. He tickled my ass and my clit throbbed. I moaned out a strangled sigh.
"You like when I say things like that, do you not?"
I licked my lips and nodded subtly. Kova reached between our bodies and cupped my pussy, then dragged his fingers up to p
ut them in his mouth. I whimpered, watching as he sucked every bit of it off.
That was all I could handle.
Wiggling out of his hold, I grasped the seam of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head. My mouth was on his seconds later and I could taste myself on him, which only ignited my passion even more. I held the back of his head so he couldn't move. I kissed him hard, bruising, the way he would kiss me, and rubbed myself along the length of his shaft. His hips thrust forward and I knew he wanted me just as bad. We groaned into each other's mouths, grinding against one another. His hand smoothed over my ass as he played with my entrance. I kissed him harder, biting his lip. My hands were everywhere—I couldn't stop touching every inch of his delectable body.
I needed to come and I would do anything to get there. If I had to rub my pussy all over him until I orgasmed, I would. Wouldn't be my first time. And I knew he'd let me.
Kova broke the kiss. Without another word, he leaned around me and positioned two thick, huge pillows on top of each other next to me, then grabbed my hips and jerked me around until I was straddling them, facing the wall. I placed my hand on the headboard to steady myself, nearly drunk from his kisses, touches, and filthy words.
Kova came up behind me. "Put both hands on the headboard." His deep voice caressed the column of my neck. His calloused hands massaged up the length of my back, sending little sparks and shivers the higher he moved, until he cupped my neck and forced me to look back at him. Kova leaned around and squeezed my throat, his tongue coming out to lick my mouth and kiss me good.