Shit. This woman drives me crazy.
When my pants are down to my ankles, she looks up at me, fisting the base of my cock and then wrapping her lips around the head of it. “Oh, fuck,” I groan, throwing my head back. I am never going to get enough of this.
She sucks me until my cock is nice and wet, and then she’s on top of me again, the opening of her pussy hovering above the thick tip of my cock. Her lips part as she lowers her hips, and as my cock fills her inch by inch, she moans loudly, clutching my shoulders.
When I’m all in, she wastes no time. She rides my cock, moaning, and bouncing on top of me like she’ll never be able to get enough, and I honestly can’t think of a better way to start my morning.
After having to spend three years with too much distance, I will never take these moments for granted.
Amber was right. We had our quickie, both of us satisfying ourselves with each other’s bodies, and then she finished breakfast, we showered, and got ready for practice.
I now see her training with her team, and I love how powerful she is, how uplifting and incredible her spirit can be. I love that when she’s home with me, she’s my naughty girl, but in public, she’s so good and so pure and inspiring. She was born a runner, but she was made to be a coach.
Now that I’ve started up my track league with Mills—Global Lightning Elite—things have steadily picked up for us. Our league has been featured on news outlets, and we made sure to get proper promotion in schools so students would know about it. It was all so quick and sudden, but I don’t regret it one bit.
I don’t like to sound like a bragger, but as soon as summer arrives, the parents blow our phones up trying to secure a slot for their kids. They heard about my work at Bennett and FSU and Mills’ work at Bennett. They also saw Amber’s stats and were impressed. The kids are going to be trained by the best, and who wouldn’t want the best for their child?
We aren’t super expensive, but we aren’t cheap either. There are twelve coaches total and we all get paid very well to do what we love. Here at Global Lightning, we are like a family and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Today, we’re practicing, and I have been working with my thirteen-to-fifteen-year-olds on meter races. Amber does the same thing, but with a younger crowd, seven to nine.
While my group takes a break, I pick up my water bottle and look across the track, watching as Amber high-fives the kids who race through the finish line. She’s smiling and cheering them on, despite their red, tired faces, and I love it.
I tell my group I’ll be back and then walk across the field. As I do, she’s on one knee now, talking to the kid who came in last. The kid is on the verge of tears, but Amber has a hand on her shoulder and is giving her what looks like a serious pep talk.
“Now go grab some orange slices and some water and then meet me back on the track when you’re refreshed,” Amber says, standing, and escorting the young girl toward the rest of the team.
“Yes, Coach Lakes,” the girl murmurs, smiling now, and she runs off, meeting up with her teammates.
“I know I say this often, but I’m pretty sure you were born to do this,” I tell her, and she turns her head to look at me. As she does, her eyes light up like a million watts and she rushes my way, throwing her arms around my neck. I love when she does that—acts like she hasn’t seen me all day, even though we live together now.
She came to Florida and loved it. Stayed with me for two whole weeks and it was pure bliss. I told her since I was opening the league in Charlotte, that I was moving back to North Carolina, and I’m not sure exactly how we got on the topic of moving in together, but it happened. As soon as I signed the lease, we agreed, and she moved in with me.
Every single night, I share a bed with this girl, and I love it. Hell, I love her more and more every day, which is why she’s now standing right in front of me with a cushion cut engagement ring on her ring finger.
I asked her to marry me a month ago. The ring was on my pillow. I waited for her to wake up, seated in the chair in the corner of the room.
She woke up and gasped when she noticed it, and then she looked all around the room to find me. When our eyes connected, I stood up, picked up the ring, and walked to her side of the bed, dropping to one knee while she cupped her mouth in her hands.