Anything He wants

Too bad the only one I want is off-limits. But then… why are we in a lingerie shop together if our relationship is purely professional? Why do I feel a deep yearning whenever he looks at me with those deep green eyes?

When we sit down at our candlelit, white-clothed table for dinner, my heart is thumping like crazy. The man across from me is everything my heart desires.

He’s handsome, clever, witty, kind, and hard-working. He respects me and builds me up– I’ve only known him for twenty-four hours and I already feel ten times more confident. And we haven’t even hit the studio yet!

“How are you feeling about your stay in the city?” he asks as he pours a glass of wine.

“Really good. I mean, today was a total whirlwind. I had so much fun,” I gush.

“Good. I’m glad I could kick off our partnership on a high note. We have a lot of work to do together, and we will starting tonight. But I wanted to establish trust and comfort between us first. Besides, I know how hard you’ve worked to get here. You deserve a little pampering,” he explains.

“I hope I can prove I’m worth it,” I confess.

“I believe in you. I’m fully invested in your future. In our future together,” he says.

I tell him, “Thank you again. For the opportunity. For everything.” Coach leans forward, his eyes locked on me.

“I’ve been working this industry for a long time. I’ve partnered with the best of the best. My success has brought me wealth and power, but there are more important things. Trust. Teamwork. True human connection,” he muses. “I feel that with you.”

After a pause, he continues, “I want you to know that I will take care of you, Carly. As long as you’re with me, your every need will be met.”

The waiter arrives to take our order. Mushroom risotto for me, steak for him.

Our conversation flows back to our plans for the evening. After a relaxing day of shopping in the city, we return to the penthouse for a little one-on-one studio work.

During the drive back, I could hardly focus on anything besides how close he was to me. His leg mere inches from mine. His heat radiating, calling me closer.

When we step into the studio, that fire is still burning bright. Coach directs me to the low-height balance beam for warm-ups. He walks me through several reps, explaining the process as we go. He’s detailed and methodical, but his demeanor is more encouragement than command.

He knows just what to say to get me to move my body a certain way. He can speak with just a look, just a glance.

We’re falling in sync. Mentor and protege, perfectly attuned to each other. He pushes me further than I would normally go, but he always has my best interests in mind. He’s always ready to catch me should I fall.

But every time he touches me, I feel it like a searing handprint. My body is aching for him. I respect him as deeply as I want him, and I know the feeling is mutual.

I feel the way he watches me as he puts his hand on my lower back to steady me. I feel his eyes soaking in my curves in my form-fitting leotard.

He tries to step back, always keep his distance. But he can’t resist. Again and again, we find ourselves dangerously close, with only a worn thread of propriety left between us.

“Take a break. You’re working hard,” he urges me.

Panting, I sit down on the balance beam with my legs hanging off. Coach saunters up to me, standing between my legs with his hands on my shoulders. He peers deep into my eyes.

“How do you feel?” he asks gruffly.

I lick my lips. My heart is pounding. I’m positively soaking through my leotard. I wonder if he can tell, if he can smell the desire on me. My eyes flit downward. There’s a stiffening bulge at the front of his trousers. He’s trying to hold back, but his body betrays him.

“I don’t want to hold back anymore,” I murmur.

He frowns slightly. “You’re doing great, Carly. You pushed to your limit.”

“I’m not talking about gymnastics,” I clarify pointedly.

The realization of my meaning dawns on his handsome face. He runs his hands down my thighs. I can see some kind of inner battle playing out in his eyes. He’s reaching for something to restrain him. He’s waiting for me to change my mind, to pull back.

But I don’t.

“You have so much to teach me,” I begin softly. I slip one strap down my shoulder.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Carly, be careful,” he warns.

“Or what?” I whisper. “I trust you, Coach Nick. You said you’d take care of me. You said my every need will be met.”

He cups my face with both large hands. I tremble with delight at his touch. I pull down the other strap and peel down my leotard. My full breasts pour out and he caresses them in his hands. I roll the suit down my taut stomach, over my hips and thighs.

I push it down my legs and kick it to the side, sitting naked on the balance beam. He leans in close enough to kiss me, but he stops just before touching.

“What is it you need?” he murmurs.

“You. All of you,” I whisper. “Inside of me.”

He can’t resist any longer. He bumps forward and we collide in a passionate, forceful kiss. He strokes my hair, my face. His hands trail down my back and caress my dainty waist. His tongue pushes into my mouth while his hands push my legs apart.

He reaches two fingers down to rub my clit while his lips trail down my ticklish neck. He leaves little nipping kisses in his wake, tiny bruises to admire in the mirror tomorrow. His fingertips massage tight, perfect circles that make me quiver all over.

When he bends down to dive his tongue between my legs, I nearly fall off the balance beam.

But my new daddy, Coach Nick, holds me steady while he devours my slick, gushing cunny. I’m dripping all over his magical mouth.

His lips nip and suckle my clit while he laps up my juices with his warm, wet tongue. Every tiny movement sends me shivering with delight. His hands rove up to play with my tits. I arch my back and grip the beam tightly while he licks my pussy. I find myself grinding against his face and whimpering for more.

“Oh my gosh,” I gasp. “That feels so good.”

Coach moves faster, sucking my clit with more pressure. I can feel the tension knotting up inside of me. My body tensing for a climax.

“I’m almost there! Ohh, I’m coming!” I cry out.

My cunny gushes sweet nectar all over his tongue, and he slurps up every drop. As I’m coming back to reality, Coach lifts me off the beam and sets me on the mat.

He kisses me deeply. I reach out to touch his erection through his trousers.

He rocks against my hand and suddenly, I know what I need. I drop down to my knees in front of him and eagerly start unzipping his front. He strokes my hair and gathers it in his fist.

His cock pops out, tall and stiff and glorious. My mouth is watering already when I lean in to taste him with my tongue.

“That’s my good girl,” he purrs.

I love the feeling of his thick cock pushing into my mouth inch by mouthwatering inch. He makes my cheeks ache with his fullness, and when he rocks back into my throat I cough a little. But I quickly recover, and it’s not long before I’m bobbing up and down on his cock like a pro.

Coach rocks his hips to meet my mouth. Every thrust into my throat makes me slicker between the thighs. I reach down and rub my aching clit while I take Coach’s cock down to the root.

He uses my hair to hold me in place while he fucks my throat, and just before he’s about to explode in my mouth, he pulls back.

“Lie back for me,” Coach commands.

I do as I’m told, splayed out and waiting for him. He tears off his shirt and trousers, kicks off his boxers, and returns to the mat to pin me down. He dips to kiss me. I arch up to meet him, wrapping my legs around his waist.

He’s stroking his massive cock and positioning the thick head at my virginal slit. I push into him, begging for him to fuck me.

“I’m ready. Please. I need you,” I implore.

“You can have whatever you want. Anything, Carly,” he growls.

“Fuck me, Coach. Fill me up with your come. I want you to make me a woman,” I insist. I tighten my grip around his waist to show him I’m serious.

My offer is one he can’t refuse.

Coach Nick rears back and shoves inside of me in one long, swift motion. I cry out with the onslaught of incredible pleasure and pain as he pounds my cunny hard.

I feel his cock push through that thin, tiny barrier that kept my innocence.

He holds me and kisses me as he spears deep inside my cunny. Just like before, we’re perfectly in sync. He fucks me hard, but he knows my limits. He understands without a single word exactly what I need and how to give it to me.

Coach doesn’t treat me like a delicate flower or a silly child. He knows what my body can handle. I’m an athlete, and a damn good one.

“Oh, it’s so deep,” I gasp.

“Just how you want it,” he grunts.

“Mhm. Deep and hard. Don’t hold back,” I dare him.

He takes the bait. After all, we are both athletes, with a competitive edge.

His cock spears deeper and harder into my fertile, virgin pussy. Coach scoops me up without missing a single thrust and flips us both over so that I’m on top. He grabs my hips while I ride him.

I lean forward and sigh at the delicious friction of his pelvis bumping against my clit. Between his cock hitting my g-spot and the pressure on my clit, I can’t help but come again.

“Oh, Coach!” I squeak.

“That’s right, Carly. Ride that cock,” he groans.

He tightens his grip on my waist and holds me in place while he fucks me hard, thrusting up into me with so much force, all I can do is hold on for dear life.

His cock strikes deep within me while those wild green eyes are locked with mine. I feel the raw strength rippling through his body beneath me.

He’s fully in control. I am safe in his hands, right where I’m meant to be. “Fill me up,” I whisper. “Please. Give it to me.” “I won’t hold back,” he promises.

And with a few more violent, passionate thrusts, his cock spurts hot, sticky seed deep inside of me.

I bounce up and down on his twitching shaft as he comes, my own juices mingling with his as we fold together on the mat.

When he’s emptied every last drop inside me, I roll away onto my back, still panting. Coach pulls me into his arms and showers me with kisses. “How do you feel now?” he asks softly, his lips against my cheek.

I turn to quickly kiss him on the lips and giggle, “Better than ever.”

“We’ve established some new training procedures in the studio tonight,” he teases. “We’ll have to pound out the details, but I think it’ll be a satisfactory program for us both.”

“I think you’re right, Coach,” I agree with a wink.

He laughs as his fingers lovingly brush the hair out of my face. We spend the rest of the night in bed together– his bed. From that night onward, we share a bedroom. And pretty much everything else, too.

Every day with Nick is a new adventure.

We train together, we sleep together, we eat together, we dream of a beautiful future together.

As it turns out, my sweet, dedicated coach has been missing something in his fabulous, high-class lifestyle: me. I needed a guide, someone to believe in me and teach me how to succeed.

A father figure… but something more than that.

I trust him with my whole being, and I love him with my entire heart. I can’t wait to start building our little world together, starting with the baby growing inside of me.

Our baby.

Our future.

Coach Nick shows me that I really can have it all.