Page 71 of Her Coach

Fucking hell, I was ravenous for her.

“Colton, yes!”

It was the only warning I had before her back bowed. Before her legs locked out. Before her thighs trapped me, threatening to smother me and take me into the heavens.

What a fucking way to go.

I wrapped my arms beneath her thighs and pulled her closer. I flattened my tongue against her swollen clit, letting her use my face any way she needed. I drank her down, swallow after swallow, memorizing her taste and the little undertones of sweet and spice that came along with her.

I wanted to feast on my dessert until there was nothing left of her.

Or me.

“Oh shit, Colton,” she whimpered as her body finally relaxed.

But all I did was chuckle before I teased her sopping wet entrance with a finger.

“Colton, I don’t… I don’t know if…”

I released her clit with a soft pop, and listening to her whimper at the loss of my touch stiffened my dick in my pants. “I know you’ve got one more for me, sweet girl. Because you’re so good for me, right?”

I sank my finger slowly against her walls, watching her curves jump for me. I needed her naked. I needed to see every flush. I needed to watch every curl jump.

Patience, I reminded myself.

“Oh my gooood,” she groaned out as I crooked my finger.

“Yeah? You like that?” I asked as my finger found that little hitch just behind her clit.

“Oh my God!” she cried out as her back bowed.

“There it is,” I growled.

I leaned back into her body, wrangling her toward me as I covered her pulsing clit with my mouth once more. I reared up, sitting back on my haunches as I held her pussy to my face. With her shoulders grazing the bed and her lower body hiked against my torso, I ate my fill of her. I felt her juices dripping down my neck. I smelled her so deep in my nostrils that I’d never be able to rinse her away. Her sounds. Her movements. The way she shoved me away only to pull me back. It was more than I could have ever asked for.

And I wanted all of it.

“Come for me,” I growled against her body.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” she chanted helplessly.

I felt her body lock out before an unearthly groan pierced her lips.

I sucked on those pussy lips and lapped at her entrance until the mess I had created was gone. I slowly lowered her back to the bed, spreading those ass cheeks of hers just to look at her pulsing holes. It glistened with her arousal, and I had half a mind to tease my thumb at her rosebud just to see what she’d do.

But instead, I chose to lean forward and lick her from pucker to clit.

"Jesus Christ," she hissed.

I pressed the softest kiss to her clit before smoothing her dress back down her body. "Colton is fine."

And when she clapped her hand over her mouth, I felt a smile tug across my face.

She giggled with delight, and that's when I realized that I could listen to that sound for the rest of my life. I wasn't sure when the hell that happened. I wasn't sure what the fuck it was about this woman that had burrowed so deeply beneath my skin. But I knew one thing for certain: I'd gladly bury my career for the chance to prove to her that I'm the man she believes me to be.

I pulled myself up her body and settled beside her. She turned toward me and for a while we just stayed like that, her catching her breath, me watching her do it. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was a mess and she looked about as undone as I'd ever seen a person look, and I felt something tighten in my chest that had nothing to do with wanting her.

Then she sat up.