Chapter Twenty-Four
Amy leans over me, her hair falling around us like a waterfall, and captures my mouth in a kiss that's all tongue and teeth and scorching need.
I reach behind her to unhook her bra, and she sits up to let it fall away.
Her breasts are perfect—full and firm with dusky nipples that beg for my attention.
I coast my hands over her creamy skin before cupping those gorgeous mounds.
Amy gasps when my thumbs brush across her nipples, her eyes fluttering shut briefly before zeroing in on mine with an intensity that steals my breath.
"Charlie," she whispers, grinding down against me, the friction maddening even through our remaining clothes.
I lean toward her to draw one perfect peak into my mouth, circling my tongue around it before sucking gently.
She tangles her fingers in my hair, clinging to me while a carnal moan spills from her lips.
God, I need to consume her, from those tits to her folds and everywhere in between.
The sound drives me out of my mind. I switch to her other breast, giving it the same treatment while my hands glide down to grasp her hips.
The scent of her lust suffuses the air, and I shimmy lower until her mound is millimeters from my face.
Then I spread those lips tenderly, sinking into them, relishing the slickness, the delicious flavor of her essence.
Amy's juices cover my face, musky and sweet and intoxicating.
I lap at her hungrily, exploring every fold and crevice of her most intimate region with my tongue.
She rocks against my mouth, her thighs trembling.
"Oh, shit, Charlie," she pants, her voice breaking on my name. "Right there. Don't stop."
I have no intention of stopping. I circle her clit with my tongue before gently tugging it between my lips.
Her hips jerk forward. I grasp her buttocks to hold her steady against my mouth.
I work one finger inside her, then two, curling them to find the spot that makes her cry out.
Amy's breathing grows ragged, her movements more desperate.
I glance up at the length of her body spread out before me and find her watching me.
Her lips are parted, her chest is flushed.
The sight of her—strong, commanding Amy Keller—coming undone above me is the most erotic thing I've ever seen.
I redouble my efforts, wanting—needing—to make her crumble in my hands.
"Charlie, I'm—" she gasps, and then she's coming. Her inner walls clench around my fingers as her thighs tighten around my head. I don't let up, drawing out her pleasure until she's shaking and pulling away, suddenly too sensitive.
Amy collapses beside me, her chest heaving. A fine sheen of sweat seems to make her skin glow in the dim light. I can't help but gape at her—this woman who's been driving me nuts both on and off the field.
"Your turn," she declares after catching her breath.
Before I can respond, she's straddling me again, her nimble fingers making quick work of my belt and zipper.
I hoist my hips to help her slide my jeans and boxers down and off my legs. I'm so hard it's almost painful. When Amy wraps her graceful hand around my length, I hiss through my teeth.
"Jesus, Amy," I groan as she strokes me slowly, her grip firm but gentle.
Her eyes meet mine, twinkling with humor and lust. "You like that?"
"Oh, you know I do."
As she bows her head, ever lower, the first touch of her tongue against my flesh nearly shatters my self-control.
But Amy takes her time, exploring me with the same thoroughness I showed her, and I finally understand why she went wild in my arms. This woman might do the same thing to me—and I will love it.
My hands fist in the sheets as she takes me into her mouth, the silken heat of it making me buck my hips involuntarily.
"Sorry," I mutter, trying to control myself.
Amy pulls back just enough to speak. "Don't apologize. I want you thrashing and incoherent."
She flashes a wicked grin just before she takes me deep again, her hand working at what her mouth can't reach.
I thread my fingers through her hair, not guiding, just needing to touch her.
The sight of Amy Keller—my tough coach—with her lips wrapped around me is almost too much to bear.
My body tenses while pressure builds at the base of my spine.
"Amy," I warn, tugging gently at her hair. "I'm so close."
She releases me, crawling up my body until we're face to face again. "I want you inside me, filling me up, making me come again. But this time, we'll explode together."
"Do you have…?"
She reaches for her discarded jeans, fishing a foil packet from the pocket. "Always prepared."
When she smirks in the sexiest way, it does things to me I can't describe. Hot things. Filthy things.
I snatch the condom from her, but she brushes my hand away.
"You want me to do this, I can tell," she whispers, her tone husky, and she rips that packet open with her teeth.
And damn if my breath doesn't catch as she rolls the latex down my length, her touch both tender and teasing. Then she's positioning herself above me, her eyes locked on mine as she gradually sinks down. We both moan as I fill her completely, her inner walls stretching to accommodate me.
"Fuck," I breathe, my hands flying to her hips.
Amy remains motionless for a moment, adjusting to the feel of me inside her.
Then she begins to move, setting a rhythm that has my toes curling.
She's magnificent above me—strong, confident, taking what she wants.
Her breasts bounce with every movement, and I reach up to cup them, pinching her nipples lightly between my fingers.
"You feel so good," she gasps, leaning into my touch. "Been thinking about this since I first saw you on that mound."
The admission sends heat surging through my veins. I thrust up to meet her movements, our bodies finding a perfect rhythm together. It's like we've been doing this dance forever, anticipating each other's moves, responding to every subtle cue.
"Same," I growl in between ragged breaths. "Wanted you from day one."
The woman I love smiles down at me, a genuine smile that transforms her face and somehow makes her even more beautiful. I pull her down for a kiss, messy and desperate, all tongue and hot breath as we continue to move together. When I subtly change the angle, she cries out against my mouth.
"There," she pants. "Oh, yes, right there."
I grasp her hips firmly, making sure to hit that same spot with every thrust. She squirms and arches her neck, panting and thrashing. I can feel her body tensing up, a sure sign of an impending climax. My own release is building too, the pressure coiling tight.
"I'm almost there," I warn her, my voice raw with need. "So fucking close, Amy."
"Me too," she gasps. "Oh god, Charlie, I can't hold back much longer."
"Then don't, baby."
I shove a hand between us, finding her clit with my thumb.
She jerks at the contact, a strangled cry escaping her lips.
Her inner walls flutter around me, and that's all it takes to hurl me over the edge.
My orgasm crashes through me, intense and all-consuming.
I punch into her once, twice, three times more until I blow apart inside her, shouting my pleasure to the heavens.
Amy follows a heartbeat later, her body clenching around me as she throws her head back, my name spilling from her lips like a prayer.
For a minute or two, the room holds nothing but our ragged breathing and pounding hearts.
Then she collapses on top of me, her sweaty skin pressed against mine, her breaths hot against my neck.
I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as we both come down from an incredible high.
My heart is still racing, blood pounding in my ears as I stroke her back, feeling the curve of her spine, the softness of her skin.
"Damn, Braddock," she murmurs against my collarbone. "If you played baseball like you fuck, you would've won every World Series in the past thirty years."
I chuckle. "Maybe that's what I've been missing—a good woman who knows how to fuck. Should we add this to my training regimen, Coach?"
Amy lifts her head, and her tousled hair makes her even more appealing. "I'd say it has potential. Definitely improves your stamina."
I sweep a lock of hair from her face, abruptly struck by how beautiful she is in this state. Flushed and disheveled, completely satisfied. Vulnerable in a way I've never seen before. Yes, I want to spend the rest of my life with this woman.
"What's wrong?" she asks. "You look so…blissful."
"It's nothing." As soon as I spoke those words, I realized I needed to correct myself. "Actually, it isn't nothing. You're just…beautiful. So damn beautiful."
A hint of color rises in her cheeks that has nothing to do with our recent exertion. She looks away, and I see the coach I know beginning to resurface—the woman who keeps her walls up, who never lets anyone see her sweat.
I nuzzle her cheek with my nose, and suddenly, I need to blurt out something that I've been thinking about for quite a while. "Amy, would you like to meet my family? We have a couple days off this week."
"Wanna show off your girlfriend, huh?"
"Yeah, maybe." I give her a quick kiss. "I love you, Amy, and I know my family will love you too."
"Sounds great." She hesitates, then bows her head. "Would you, um, mind if I invited my mom to the get-together?"
"Of course I don't mind. Can't wait to meet her." I wiggle my eyebrows. "She might be my mother-in-law pretty soon."
Amy gives my chest a playful push. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Braddock."
Damn, I really do love this woman.