I could feel his warm breath on my neck as we lay in bed. His hands exploring my body, his fingers entwining with mine, our lips tasting each other in a passionate, hungry kiss. His words, whispers of desire, his muscled body pressing in to me as his lovemaking took me to new heights of pleasure.
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The Coach’s muscled frame pressed against mine, and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me. But his hands moved lower, sweeping along my body, top to bottom, the sensation electric. Our eyes locked, and I knew right then that the night’s touchdown was going to be a hell of a lot sweeter than I thought.
“We met out on the field one afternoon, our eyes locked like magnets. I could see pent up desire in his gaze, a want for something more. And I knew I had to have him.”
He felt his own body of strength as he felt his coach’s solid thighs pressing against his own. The sweat and musk of their combined arousal mixed with the scent of the grass beneath them. As the final whistle blew the two were united, limbs and hearts fused in a moment of pure and complete pleasure.
He slid the jersey off, revealing his toned body. His eyes blazed with passion and desire as his hands explored my body, each caress more intense than the last. I gasped as his lips locked with mine, our tongues tangled and our bodies moved as one. That night, we scored a whole new victory.
Breathing heavily, I lay beneath him, fluttering under his kisses, barely aware of the field beneath us, as his eyes seemed to make love to me more hungrily than his hands and mouth. Our sweaty skin sliding against each other was the only sound that could be heard as I melted in his embrace and welcomed him further in.
The smell of the crisp cool grass met my nose as I kneeled down before coach. His muscled form towering above me, our eyes meeting in that moment when I knew I had to have him. His strong hands caressing my sides, my body quivering at his touch. His kisses-so sweet yet so aggressive- conquering my whole being. I was his, only his before the game.
The sun was going down fast, and we were eager to have a taste of forbidden pleasure in public. I started to lick his neck while running my hands along his bare chest, sending shivers through both of us. His strong arms embraced me with forceful passion – our lips synchronized in a passionate kiss. His tight grip around my waist grew even tighter as we made our way to the locker room. Little did anyone know what we had planned. It was going to be a pre-game to remember.
He taunted me, trimming, primping and molding my body. His fingers wandered shamelessly, awakening a deep sensuality inside me. Kneeling, I watched his hard body approach. He stood above, commanding me to surrender. Passion bloomed in our joint venture; public exhibitionists of an erotic act.
I quickly disrobed, flinging my clothes to the corner as I heard him moan my name. His firm, pulsing muscles glistened in the dim light as his hot breath crashed against me, electrified and alive. The on-field pregame show became as much of a performance as what was about to take place between the coach and I.