The Coach - Sex Stories

The Coach

... Let’s make the best of it.”

We watched some mindless TV for a while, in an effort to fill the awkward silence, before checking on the girls in the next room. They had fallen asleep quickly, so we tucked them in, turned off their TV and closed their door over before returning to our room. I grabbed my sleep shorts and T-shirt out of my suitcase and went to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

When I finished, Matt was once again sitting on foot of his bed. This time he seemed to be waiting anxiously for me. Our adjoining door was now closed and locked. He had stripped to just a pair of boxers, which I assumed was what he wore to bed. I started to walk past him without staring, (which was really hard). Just when I thought I was safely by him, he reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me back. He stood to face me. I was trembling with both fear and excitement.

Once again, he curled his fingers and gently slid his knuckles down my cheek until they rested under my chin. He tilted my head up and looked into my eyes before lowering his lips to mine in a tender kiss. A little moan of protest escaped my lips when he pulled away, leaving me wanting so much more.

“I have been waiting two months to do that again,” Matt whispered breathlessly in my ear, as he pulled me closer and kissed me again, this time harder, and with a sense of urgency. I could feel his erection pressing into my belly. I grabbed his tight ass cheeks and pulled him even closer into me.

In a brief ...

... moment of clarity, I realized what was about to happen and pulled away.

“We can’t do this. You’re married,“ I said with tears escaping from eyes. “I’m not breaking up a family.”

“You’re not breaking up a family,” Matt replied. “Dianne has given me permission. I have needs she can’t meet anymore.”

I hesitated, processing what he was saying. Matt closed the distance between us and looked deep into my eyes.

“Make love to me, Emily,” he growled in a husky voice.

A slight nod was all the permission he needed. He kissed me hungrily. I buried my hands in his dark, curly hair, pulling his mouth tightly into mine. His whiskers scratched my face in the best way, as his tongue and lips explored my mouth. His hands roamed down to my breasts, kneading and massaging them through my shirt, occasionally grazing my hard nipples.

My hands slipped into the waistband of his boxers and eased them down over his hips, freeing his hard cock. Matt broke our kiss so he could strip off my clothes, quickly throwing them to the ground. He paused for a moment to look at my naked body before laying me on the bed.

“Damn, Emily. You are so beautiful.”

“So are you,” I answered as I got my first glimpse of his toned, chiseled body.

He climbed into the bed beside me, and started laying gentle kisses down my neck and across my collarbone, sending tingles down my spine and right into my clit. Feeling me shiver, Matt responded by sliding his hand down to my wet slit, letting his fingers tease ...