He drove into her over and over again as he slowly made love to her. Erin met his speed and she clawed at his back as her excitement grew. She couldn’t take it anymore as the tension built in her very core. Her belly tightened, her legs quivered, and then she started to come. She rippled and convulsed on his cock that seemed to get bigger before she felt his release splash against her walls.
She called out, “Mateo,” groaning at the slow pump of his hips while he prolonged their pleasure.
“Mmm.” He collapsed on top of her, just as sweaty as she felt. But he jumped when she did one last massage of his cock. “I don’t ever want to move.”
“I don’t want you to, but I can’t breathe.”
Mateo heaved himself up and very slowly, withdrew from Erin’s warmth, which felt so damn good that she felt him harden.
He dropped to his back and tugged her into his arms, nuzzling against her neck. “You’re mine now, babe. No one else is going to get a chance to sample that tight little pussy. Ever.”
“You realize how caveman that sounds, right?” She pinched his bottom, which earned a growl and roll of hips in reaction from Mateo.
“I don’t give a shit how caveman or possessive those words sound. I’d rip the head off of anyone who so much as tried to get into your panties.”
She secretly loved that he was possessive and only hoped it lasted longer than the sex today would as she snuggled more against him.
Mateo played with the strands of her hair that lay against his chest, as she trailed her fingers around his naval and downward.
“Oh no, you don’t.” He chuckled. “You’re going to be sore and your touch is too arousing.”
“Mmm.” She raised her head and rested her chin on his chest, her eyes on his. “Can I ask you something?”
He offered her a soft smile. “You can ask me anything.” A curl wrapped around his finger.
“How do you really feel with your football career over? At least, on the field.” She kissed his chest and waited.
“The truth is that I was getting tired with the whole thing. I’d wanted out for a while.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “You did?”
“I was their star player and they wanted to hold me to my contract. In a way, the accident just escalated what I’d planned to do eventually—walk away.”
“I had no idea.”
“No one did…Some guys manage to last until they’re older than me, but so much training and the constant list of what you can and can’t do gets to you after a while. I’m not sure what I’m planning on doing with my life right now. I have offers, mainly coaching ones.”
Mateo pulled her over to him. “I’m seriously thinking about taking the job offered by the local high school.”
“Really? I bet the kids would love having you as their coach.”
“You think so?” he sounded unsure.
Erin kissed him slowly and rested her forehead against his. “I think you’d make an amazing coach and the kids will be in awe that you’re their coach.”
He chuckled. “The principal felt uncomfortable offering me the job and even commented that I’d probably had better offers with more salary on the table…He’s right, but his is the only position I’m even considering.”
She cupped his face. “You, Mateo De La Fuente, are a good man.”
“Who can’t stop the dirty things he wants to do to you from running through his head…but who’ll have to wait until you’re healed right up.”
“Mmm.” She straddled his waist and sat up, feeling the hardness beneath her growing. “I can feel you running out of me. All I feel is a delicious sweet ache that only you are able to satisfy.”
“God, babe.” He arched into her before he flipped her to her back. “I want you. It’s obvious. But first, a bath, and then I might be persuaded to kiss it better.”
“I’d like that.”
She loved being wrapped around his large warm body and felt protected, even cherished. Everything in her life fell into place as long as she was with Mateo.