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He hardly pulls back, murmuring against my heat. “Coach,” he whispers. “You call meCoach.”
Holy fuck.
My head falls back in a trance as if I’m a parallel to him. I’m weak, I’m gone, I belong to him. I’ve always belonged to him.
“I’m close.” I can hardly formulate the words. “I’m so close, Coach.”
Just calling him that alone almost has the power to make me come undone at his touch, but as he pulls back and lifts me into the air, sure, the tension between my thighs may dissolve, but my urgency only heightens that much more.
“What are you doing?” I look at him helplessly. Yet asking questions is no use. Warrens made his mind up as he scoops me back in his arms and strides into the bathroom.
“I want to look at you.” He drops me in front of the mirror that sits adjacent to the sink, towering behind me as he pulls my hair back and cranes my neck to the side.
There is nothing hotter than watching him as he takes control, and I willingly fall victim to his touch. He kisses my neck with such a hunger I know the remnants of him will linger long after this is over.
“Do you hear me?” He speaks as I stare in his eyes through the reflection of the mirror until he tilts my chin up, forcing me to hold his gaze. “I want you to look at the way I’m about to fuck you.”
Without hesitation, he lifts me back up into his arms, wrapping my thighs around his waist as he follows through on his promise by lining himself up with my entrance, leaving me to watch in the mirror across the way.
“Tell me what you want.” He’s teasing me now, hardly inching his way inside me. “Tell me now.”
“I want you,” I say wholeheartedly. I don’t think I’ve ever spoken a truth quite like it. “I want you, Warren.”
He glares at me, and I swallow hard, realizing my mistake.
“I want you,Coach,” I correct myself, and as the last syllable escapes my lips, a moan subsequently follows as Warren pushes himself inside of me, thrusting with a deep sense of urgency that leaves me trembling in his embrace.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he whispers against my skin, his lips trailing from my lips to my neck as he speaks in between kisses. “So fucking tight, Delaney.”
His movements quicken as my eyes flutter shut in pleasure. My head leans back against the cool wall as I dig my fingernails into his back. I can’t possibly get enough of him. I want him as close to me as possible.
“Look.” He pulls out, causing a quiet moan to escape my lips before he hushes me by bending me over the sink in front of the mirror. I hardly have time to respond before he clutches my hips firmly and re-inserts his length. “Look what you made me do. Are you proud of yourself?”
I somehow manage to muster up a slight smirk, a look at that only heightens the darkness in his once-blue eyes. “Yes, Coach,” I continue to call him at his request, meeting his gaze in the mirror and giving him that devious stare that I know drives him crazy—despite the fact that I’m about ten seconds away from going completely feral myself.
“You’re a bad girl.” He picks up his speed, and I’m about one more line away from falling to the floor. “But you’re such a good girlfor me.”
I’m not sure how much more I can take. My hands clutch the edge of the porcelain sink.
Fuck, how can this get any better?
He pulls out a final time, and before I can even fathom why, he’s pulled me into the changing room shower and turned on the showerhead. The warmth of the water that falls above us is no match for the warmth that re-emerges between my thighs as he finally re-inserts himself back into me and rests me against the shower wall.
Our faces now touch. Our lips can’t seem to break from one another, and as he softly murmurs my name against my tongue, I know that he’s about to come undone at any second.
“Fuck…” A loud groan falls from his mouth as he unloads inside of me. God, I want to hear that on repeat, over and over and over. “Delaney.” The growl of his voice is now masked by the sound of the water making contact with the tiles beneath us...that, or the fact that I’m completely releasing myself.
“Fuck, Coach,” I cry out, an action that prompts Warren’s hand to fly over my mouth as I slowly moan into the palm of his hand.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, kissing away the beads of water that rest on my cheeks as I come undone, trembling against him until eventually I peer up to meet his eyes. “Such a good girl.” He leans his forehead against mine before he eventually pulls out.
I bite my lip to suppress a smile before pulling him right back in. “Uh…didn’t you forget to ask me something?” I shed light on the fact that things just went from zero to 60 in a matter of seconds, and not once was any sort of contraceptive mentioned. I’m on the pill—I have been for years, but still, wouldn’t that have been something he wanted to know before he went in without any protection?
Warren furrows a brow, brushing some water out of his eyes. “Like?” he questions.
“‘Like,’” I repeat back. “If I was on the pill or not? I mean…you just came inside of me without even knowing.”
He smirks, and it only makes my ovaries do a 360 flip. “Sunshine…” He runs his tongue along his bottom lip before leaning in closer. “I’ve waited months to be inside of you...I don’t care. Besides, I told you I would finish, and…I’m a man of my word.”
