He wrapped his strong hands around me, pulling my body towards him, my skin searing with electricity at his touch. The urgency of our desire was palpable, like an electric current welded us together. His passionate breath heating my neck, my eyes fluttered, my will melting away with each stroke. We consumed each other completely, two lovers entwined in a hot, passionate public display.
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The coach handed him the post-game trophy, eyes hungry, then roughly grabbed him by the neck, hauling him close. He leaned in, grazing his nose across the contours of his player’s face. Then he devoured his lips, lust dripping from every hungry press. Hot. Hard. Flesh to flesh. Everything he’d ever wanted. Naughty reward for a job well done.
I beheld His coach’s tight shorts revealing his package; a promise of what was to follow. Nipples hardening, my breaths quickening, I entered his team’s locker room where desire was no longer mere words but a reality, the crashing of our bodies, the raw heat of sweat on skin our soundtrack until climax.
The coach guided me to the back bleachers under the dark night sky. Our adrenaline for the game now replaced with lust, he pulls me close, forces me up against the metal bars, and takes me hard and fast. My moans echoing throughout the court as I fought to keep quiet. I lost. He left me breathless and wanting more.
My hand moved from his shoulder to caress his neck, my fingertips tracing his smooth skin. I leaned in and our lips met in a passionate embrace. He let out a soft moan as I nibbled on his lower lip. His strong, toned body pressed against mine and I could feel his arousal pressing hard against my thigh.
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.
“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.
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.