Chapter 17 #2
“Tell me what you need, baby.” I’ll give her anything. Everything.
“More. You. More of you,” she says, between kisses.
“Here?” I ask because I need more, too.
“Bedroom,” she rasps, and my feet are on the move. I carry her upstairs, with her face buried in my neck, her teeth and tongue nipping and licking, to the one room that has haunted me from our first kiss. Pushing open the bedroom door, I walk her to the bed and place her down gently.
Amanda immediately widens her legs, making room for me as I brush her hair back out of her eyes. She peers up at me under long lashes, the small lamp on the nightstand allowing enough light for me to make out her features.
“I tried to come to bed, but I missed you, too,” she confesses.
“I’m here now,” I assure her. If it were up to me, I’d pack them up tonight and move them into my place, but I know we have some hurdles to jump before we get to that point, but that’s what I want. Amanda and Mia in my life, in my home, in my heart, where they both belong.
“I don’t want to think about the what-ifs or the rules we’re breaking or anything else. I just want this time with you.”
“Anything,” I rasp. “Tell me, and it’s yours.”
“You. I want you,” she says, her voice husky.
“I’m yours,” I say, bending to press my lips to hers. I allow myself to get lost in the taste of her lips, but I pull away when I feel her hands on the waistband of my shorts. She peers up at me under long lashes. Those green eyes full of desire just about bring me to my knees.
“Whatcha doing, baby?” I ask her.
Her answer is to slide my shorts over my hips. Quickly, I kick off my shoes and step out of my shorts. She runs her hands under my shirt over my abs, causing me to suck in a breath at the feel of her soft hands against my skin.
“I need you to tell me where you want this to go.” I have a pretty damn good idea, but I don’t want to step out of line. She stares up at me, blinking a few times, but no words pass her lips. “Never be afraid to ask for what you want, Mandy. Not with me.”
“I want you. I’m a single mom, and I know that’s a lot, but—”
“I’m already yours. Mia’s, too. That little girl has a grip on me just like her momma does.”
Her lips tilt at the corners with a smile. “You always know what to say to calm my fears.” Her hands travel over my abs and then settle around my waist. “I want you to make love to me,” she says, her eyes staring at my shirt instead of me.
There’s so much that we still need to say.
Things to talk about and discuss, but first, I need to give my girl what she wants.
Reaching behind my head, I grip the neck of my T-shirt and pull it off, letting it fall to the floor.
My cock is thick and heavy, aching from the confines of my boxer briefs, but I don’t take them off. Not yet.
“Stand up.” My voice is gravelly, but when I offer Amanda my hand, she takes it and allows me to pull her to her feet.
In a quick move, I trade places with her, sitting on the bed, and pulling her between my thighs.
“My turn,” I husk, before sliding my hand beneath her tank top.
Her belly quivers as I gently trace her skin.
Amanda lifts her arms over her head, and I assist her with pulling her tank all the way off.
Her bare breasts are so fucking perfect, I can’t stop myself from reaching up and testing their weight.
Each one fits perfectly in the palm of a hand.
My thumb traces over her left nipple, and she moans, which has my cock twitching, eager to get in on the action.
Leaning in, I suck the right nipple into my mouth, tasting her, teasing her with my tongue. I’m rewarded with another deep moan.
“Will.”
My name is a breathless plea, one that I want to hear over and over again.
I release her from my mouth and pull back to check on her. She’s smiling down at me as she lifts her hands and runs them through my hair. I grip her hips as I allow myself a moment to commit this to memory. Seeing her like this for the first time. She’s so beautiful it takes my breath away.
“I know it’s supposed to, but this doesn’t feel wrong,” she says softly.
“It’s not wrong. It’s messy, but it’s not wrong. There is no way what I feel for you is wrong,” I add.
She steps closer, wrapping her arms around me in a hug, which puts her bare tits in my face.
Not that I’m complaining. I hug her back, holding her close.
When she pulls away, she reaches for the waistband of her tiny-ass shorts and tugs.
My mouth waters when I see she’s not wearing any panties.
As she kicks the shorts off, she stands before me completely naked.
I want to devour her. I want to trace every inch of her skin with my tongue, worship her, letting her know how I feel about her through touch, but before I do, I meet her gaze, my eyes locking with hers.
“You’re overdressed, Coach.” She smiles.
I chuckle as I lean back on the bed, lift my hips, and shimmy out of my boxer briefs.
My cock springs free, hitting my abs. I fist it, stroking myself from root to tip while my Mandy stands before me, looking like the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, licking her lips as she watches my every move.
“Need some help with that?”
“If that’s your way of asking for permission to touch me, let’s just go ahead and clear that up. You’re the only one allowed to. You don’t need permission. You are the exception to every rule.”
“So, I can do this?” she asks, reaching out and replacing my hand with hers.
“Yes.” I nod, watching her, getting lost in the feel of her soft hand wrapped around my cock.
“What if I did this?” she asks.
I don’t know what I was expecting her to do next, but it wasn’t to drop to her knees and lick the head of my dick like a fucking ice cream cone.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “Yeah, that too,” I answer her.
She takes more of me into her mouth, and I groan.
It feels so damn good, but this isn’t how I want this night to go.
She asked me to make love to her, and that’s what I intend to do.
Reaching down, I place my hands under her arms and lift her.
She protests, but I ignore her as she stands, and I pat my lap. “Come here.”
“It’s been a while for me. A few months before I adopted Mia,” she confesses.
“It’s been longer for me, which is why if you kept that hot, wet mouth of yours on my cock, this night was going to end far sooner than either of us wants it to.”
“I don’t know… I think we both would have enjoyed it.” She smiles.
“Most definitely, but when my girl asks for something, she gets it.”
“A man of his word.”
Reaching up, I rest my palm against her cheek, while the other wraps around her waist. “Always. I know he destroyed your trust, but I’m not him, Mandy.
He gave up the best thing that ever happened to him.
If I ever see him out, I’ll be sure to thank him.
He fucked up and gave me a precious gift.
You and Mia. I’ll never take your trust for granted. ”
“I believe you.” She nods.
“Good. Now climb up here and take what you need.”
“Don’t you want me to lie down or something? Let you take control?”
“Next time. Tonight, this is about you. This is showing you that I’ll always give you what you want. You wanted me to make love to you, but you didn’t say how. You control the pace. You control when we stop, how far things go. I’m at your mercy.”
“That’s a risky play, Coach. What if I fumble?”
“Football’s a team sport, Mandy. I’m on your team. Hell, I am your team. You fumble, we’ll recover and go again.”
“I—” She covers her face with her hands.
“Hey now, none of that. Talk to me. What’s going through that pretty head of yours?”
“I was rarely in this position,” she says, and even with the soft glow of the lamp, I can see the red tint in her cheeks.
“What position is that?”
“On top,” she utters softly.
“Do you not like that?”
She shrugs. “It’s more he didn’t, so… yeah,” she says.
“He’s an idiot. And if you don’t want to, then we won’t. But, baby, I’d love nothing more than for you to climb up on my lap, sink down onto my cock, and take what you need from me.”
“What about you?”
I huff out a laugh. “Mandy, baby, if you think for a second that you riding my cock, taking your pleasure from me, isn’t what I need, you’re sorely mistaken.”
“I can’t have kids,” she blurts.
“I have a daughter, and so do you.”
“I just didn’t know if you wanted that. I mean—never mind.”
“I never thought about having more kids after my divorce, to be honest with you. If I had found someone to share my life with, sure, it might have happened, but I have Bellamy.” I pause, debating my next words, but decide to lay it all out there.
“I have Mia,” I add, and she sucks in a breath, her eyes snapping to mine.
“That’s where I’m at, Mandy. I’m in this. I know we have to talk to Bellamy. Fuck, baby, I know that’s going to be a hard conversation, but I want this with you. All of it. You, Mia, and whatever comes next.”
Pulling in a deep breath, she wipes at her eyes, braces her hands on my shoulders, and climbs up onto my lap. My cock nestles between her thighs, begging to feel more of her wet heat.
“I don’t want anything between us.”
“Fuck. I didn’t even think about a condom. I’m sorry,” I tell her. Shit, I didn’t come here for this, obviously. My apology earns me a kind smile.
“I trust you, Coach,” she says, smiling wide, and my heart stutters in my chest.
“It’s been a long time for me, longer than it has for you, and I’m safe,” I tell her.
“Me, too.”
Sitting up, I grip her hips. “I’m yours, Mandy. Take what you need. And before you say it, all I need is you. Any way I can have you.”
She leans in close and presses her lips to mine.
She rises onto her knees, fists my cock, and guides me inside her.
She takes her time, dropping slowly, and in all my life, I’ve never felt something so perfect.
She doesn’t stop until she takes all of me, and her tight, wet pussy wraps around my cock, fitting me like a tailor-made glove.
“You were made for me,” I husk, my grip on her hips tightening. This isn’t my first time being bare. I was married, but it’s been a long damn time, and I don’t ever remember feeling like this. Like my soul is now connected to hers.
Like I can’t breathe without her.
My hand braces on her hip, my thumb pressing into the curve as if I need proof she’s real, that she’s here and not something I imagined in a lonely, sleepless haze.
The other hand slides up, cradling her jaw, my fingers threading into her hair.
I tilt her face toward mine, and then I kiss her.
Not gentle, not careful. No, I kiss her with everything I’ve got.
I kiss her with every swallowed word and every almost-confession. With the ache of wanting her for too long and the fear that this could disappear just as quickly. My mouth moves against hers like I’m trying to memorize the shape of her, like I’m afraid this is the last time I’ll ever get to.
She makes this small sound somewhere from the back of her throat, and it wrecks me. I tighten my grip on her hip, drawing her closer until there’s no space left between us, no room for doubt or second thoughts. She clutches my shoulders as she bounces on my cock.
The world narrows to the warmth of her lips, the brush of her breath, the way her body fits against mine like it’s always known where to be. My heart pounds so hard, I’m sure she can feel it—a frantic rhythm against my ribs.
We lose ourselves in each other, in the connection we’ve fought so hard to resist, in the feeling of being one in the most intimate of ways. Part of my heart leaves my body and attaches itself to her, and I know with absolute certainty that I’ll never get it back.
“Will,” she says, her pussy squeezing me. She’s close.
“I’m right here, baby,” I whisper against her lips, before diving in for another kiss.
Both hands are now gripping her hips as I help her grind down on my cock. A low, deep moan fills the air, and I’m not sure if it’s hers or mine, but when she starts to cry out my name, “Wi—” I slam my lips back to her, swallowing her cries.
I can’t hold off any longer. The feel of her spasming around me has me losing control and spilling inside her.
I kiss her until we’re both gasping for air, still feeling the aftereffect of our shared release.
I rest my forehead against hers, wrapping my arms tightly around her, holding her close, while my cock is still buried inside her.
“Mandy,” I breathe. “I don’t know who I am without you,” I confess. I stand and carry her to the shower. She’s quiet as I turn on the water, but I don’t think much of it. It’s not until we’re under the hot spray that she speaks.
“We can’t tell her.”
I swear my heart cracks wide open. “We have to tell her.”
She nods. “I know, but not yet. Let’s just—make sure this is still what you want before we do.”
Bending my knees so that we’re eye to eye, I hold her stare. “I want you. I want Mia, and nothing will change that. We can’t keep this from her. That’s only going to make things worse. I lost her once, Mandy. I can’t lose her again.”
“I know.” She sighs. “We’ll tell her. Can we just… take a minute to decide the best way?”
My heart is torn. I can’t lose my daughter, but I also know that I can’t live without Mandy and Mia in my life. The love that I have for this woman is unlike anything I’ve ever known. I’ll do anything to make her happy.
“We don’t have to decide tonight, and I agree to give you some time to decide if I’m what you want, but, baby, I’m all in. You’re my end game. You and Mia.”
I part my lips to keep going. To tell her that I’m in love with her, but I hold back. She needs to come to terms with this. Tonight, we pushed past every invisible boundary we set for ourselves and those society has set for us. She needs to decide if I’m what she wants for her future.
If she decides we’re done, I don’t know how I’ll be able to be near her without her being mine, but it’s a decision she has to make. I’ll respect it no matter what she decides, but right now, I don’t want to think about anything but holding the woman I love in my arms.