“Take all the time you want, Coach.” She pushes up my t-shirt and kisses my stomach. “When you said you wanted me on my knees, did you mean?—”
I grab her and haul her on top of me. “That’s all the time I needed, actually.”
She squeaks as I arrange her on top of me, her thighs straddling me, the warm press of her pussy evident against my straining cock even through two layers of denim.
Her long hair spills down around us, curtaining us in a private heaven as she settles above me like the sexiest, sweetest, most innocent angel on earth.
“Hi,” she whispers as she wriggles her hips. Her pupils dilate and her lips part. “You feel good.”
“Really fucking glad to hear that,” I say, my voice strained. “Because you just sitting on my lap is enough to make me come in my pants.”
Her eyes light up. “Really?”
“I told you it’s been a while. And I’d also mind-fucked myself into thinking this was never going to happen. So, yeah, I’m on the edge.” I grip her hips and drag her against me. “Might just need to go sailing over it so I can fucking focus.”
She bites her lip. “Is that a thing?”
Goddamn, but her innocence is intoxicating. I don’t think it’s an act, either. She’s so brazen when she’s confident that I’m sure her uncertainty only comes out when it’s honest.
“You don’t know how distracting you are?” I roll my hips, thrusting my cock against her cleft, paying close attention to the moment her eyelids flutter. There’s her clit. “Does that feel good?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Do you make yourself come, Molly?”
She sucks in a breath. “Yeah.”
“With your fingers?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“More than once?”
She shudders and rolls her head, her wavy locks brushing against my cheek, then settling like silk around me again. “Not usually.”
“But sometimes?”
A little nod. A secret confession.
“I want to see that tonight.” My voice is ragged because I’m already on the edge. “I want to make you come over and over again. Like this, just from rubbing on me. And then I want to peel you out of these clothes and taste you. Do you want to come on my tongue, Whirlwind?”
She whimpers.
“Yes?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“And then I want to ease my fingers into you. Want to see your fingers playing withyour clit at the same time. Take my time, get to know your body, and make sure it feels good. Make sure you want more, that you like the feel of being stretched and?—”
Her fingers clamp down on my shoulders, her whole body going rigid as she jerks her hips, snapping her clit back and forth against the seam of her shorts and the ridge in my jeans. Her thighs squeeze against my hips, her whole body surging with an unexpected climax, and I buck up against her, racing to join her, not giving a fuck that I’m coming in my pants like an overeager kid.
God damn it, what a gift to feel this reckless and youthful again in her arms.
“Holy fuck,” she breathes.
I make a decidedly unholy sound as I drag her down to kiss me, tasting the sweet, bright post-orgasm relief in her mouth, feeling the start of a startled laugh as the magnitude of what we just did finally lands.
“I didn’t see this coming, Coach,” she murmurs as I roll her onto her back.
