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Instead, I pulled him closer. “It’s okay, no one can see us.”
My body was simmering with rapture, and he began to move my hips ridiculously slow, up and down. I skipped the panties, so the only barriers between us were my paper thin yoga capris and Kova’s usual basketball shorts. The thought of too much clothing passed through my mind, but the friction was just perfect as he stroked his dick against me. I rotated my hips up to feel the pressure against my sex. As he glided against me even more, a breathless whimper escaped.
“Kova...” I whispered when his lips touched my neck, the dusty shadow of his beard scraped along my skin. His hips moved against mine.
“You are missing the point. I am your coach, and a man. You should be repulsed by me.” The ache in his voice hurt my chest. “Girls your age do not look at men like me. You are supposed to like guys from boy bands or something.”
A smile caressed my lips. I shrugged. “Quite the opposite actually.”
Placing my hands on the back of his neck, my fingers threaded his hair and a rumble sounded in the back of his throat. I was getting hotter by the minute. Kova didn’t break his stance and kept on rolling his hips into me. My orgasm was climbing higher and I wondered if he was close to having one too.
“God, that feels amazing,” I cried out. Even in the dim lighting I could see every rigid plank of muscle from this angle. My fingers timidly trailed over his chest, skating down his arms. My back bowed and Kova hissed.
“Adrianna.” His tone disagreed with himself and his body contradicted his words.
I could tell his conscience was weighing heavily on him as his nails dug into my skin and his breathing became ragged. As selfish as it was, I didn’t care or really give it much thought to how he felt. I didn’t even try to bring this to an end. Instead, I opened up the gates and gave him free access to do as he pleased.
Kova tilted his head down and slammed his mouth to mine. He kissed me hard and inhaled like he was trying to breathe me in. My arms wrapped around his back, my hands kneading him roughly. He continued like he was a starved man in need of vitality. My heart bloomed inside my chest and I loved it. I loved that he wanted me.
I broke the kiss. “I want to touch you.”
He swallowed so hard his jaw flexed. “I guess we are both learning control tonight,” he quipped, shaking his head. His tongue slipped out to lick his lips. I wanted to look and feel every inch of him, to watch him respond to my fingers, to see the rise and fall of his muscles.
“I cannot stop kissing you,” he admitted. Kova leaned down and took my mouth with a growl, nipping and biting. This time though, much slower. Like he was savoring me.
I never dreamed a kiss could be so sensual.
Kova’s tongue was dangerous. No, he was dangerous. I was shocked by how slow he could kiss. He was precise and seductive. And it was erotic—torture. He knew how to bring a girl to her knees with just the touch of his lips.
With a kiss like this, he could have anything he wanted.
He groaned into my mouth, much louder this time, a vibration rumbling against my chest and I scratched his back. It made me feel more like a woman knowing I could draw this sound from him. His length hit the spot between my thighs and I melted into him, rubbing myself on him. Heaven help me now. A million sparks went off inside of me, goose bumps coated my skin as an orgasm shimmered through my body.
Unlocking my legs, they slid down his hips so I could stand on tiptoe. He bit my lip and tugged it into his mouth when I stepped to close my legs, trapping his penis securely between my thighs. The waistband of his shorts angled down and my eyes fought to get a better look. There was no denying that Kova was hard and really big. His hands trailed up to my nape, my stomach clenched at how rough he fisted my hair and tilted my head back. I moaned loud enough for him to hear, letting him know how incredible the sensation was. The tight hold he had on me coupled with his thickness felt unbelievable. It was doing things to my head. My hips rolled into his, needing more. We were at the right height when he started rubbing my swollen flesh with his. I gasped, clutching him to me, pleading for him not to stop.
“Oh, fuck. You like that. Tell me you do not like it.” He begged against my mouth.
“Yes, just like that.” And I did. I loved it.
Another orgasm was brewing, soaring from the growing friction. My hands were everywhere on him, drowning in the sensations surrounding us. A fiery concoction of heat and craving swept through me. He kept hitting that one tender spot, and if I arched my pelvis into his, I’d get a better angle.
Sweet Jesus, I was ready to combust.
Inhaling his sultry blend of cinnamon and citrus scent, Kova’s hand cupped the back of my head and guided me to his chest. I took note in how his hands stayed above my shoulders the whole time, like he was afraid to touch me anywhere else. I dropped little kisses to his heated flesh, tempted to run my tongue over his nipple.
Glancing down his stomach, the waistband of his shorts pulled forward even more and I was able to get a peek at his black curls.
I couldn’t resist. I delicately traced his tattoo with my middle finger, circling the rings. He inhaled and watched my fingers. I pressed my hands to his abs, feeling every rigid abdominal muscle until I reached his hips. Kova held still as he allowed me to explore his body. My nails grazed the indentation toward his groin, dipping lower until a softness touched my knuckles. His stomach flexed in response. Kova swiftly gripped my wrist and pulled my hand away.
“No, Ria.”
I pursed my lips together, unhappy with his decision.
“Adrianna, we need to stop.” I ignored him since I didn’t agree, but he pressed on. “It is hard for me to control myself when your hands are on my body like this...” His eyes darkened and he licked his lips.
“Don’t stop just yet. I want...I want to...” I trailed off.
“To what?”
