Chapter 6
Four weeks later
Finally, after weeks of working out, Lincoln could finally walk without the cane. He hid the roses he bought, behind his back, as he answered the door. Gina stood on the other side, in a white summer dress. Against her tan body, and blonde hair finally hanging down, she looked ethereal. His cock twitched.
As she entered, he turned, handing her the flowers. Her face lit up. Pretty green eyes shining, appreciating the gift he gave her. She lowered her face, inhaling their scent. Setting them on the stand by the entrance, she turned back.
“So,” she said. He moved closer, wrapping her arms around his waist. “No cane,” she looked up at him. “You’re no longer my patient, sir.” He grinned, lowering his face to hers. He captured her lips in an intense kiss.
“That’s right. Someone has helped me recover completely. And given me a chance at a future. I met with the school board today. They loved my ideas for the team. You’ve given me hope, something to look forward to.”
“You’re not going to miss being on the field too much?” He thought for a moment before answering.
“I will, of course I will. But, this is a way to stay in the game, and mold younger players. I can teach them that an education, a degree, a plan B is important too. Not just getting drafted.” Her smiled caused his cock to twitch, as it pressed against his pants. She shifted her hips against him. Lincoln bit his tongue, trying to slow down. He hadn’t had sex in so long, it was like being a teenager again. His cock was so ready to burst, he was afraid of coming in his pants. She pushed up on her toes, kissing his lips. His hands moved up to her head, fingers thread into her hair. With his thumb, he caressed her cheek. Their embrace grew more frantic, hands roaming all over the other’s body. Pulling back, he took her hand, leading her down the hallway. Pausing at the bedroom door, he looked at her. She nodded, and he thrust the door open. Dropping on the bed, Lincoln wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to him. He laid his head on her stomach as her fingers moved through his hair. Lifting the bottom of the dress, he hooked fingers into her thong, slipping them down her tan legs. She stepped out of them. He bunched the material up again, licking at her pussy. She was so wet for him already. He stood, undoing his jeans. He yanked them off, and turned to the bedside table. He took a condom out, quickly rolling it on to his hardened cock.
Sitting back down, he slid back on the bed, pulling Gina onto his lap. She straddled him, taking his shaft in her hands. He moaned, melting under her touch. She positioned it at her opening, dropping herself onto it. With steady hands, he held her hips tightly, so she couldn’t move. He needed a moment to calm down, so this didn’t end too quickly. He wanted to savor being inside of her.
“Am I hurting you?” She asked, concern in her voice.
“No, just give me a second.” Her insides clamped down on him, and he gritted his teeth. Finally letting go, she began to move slowly. Gliding up his cock, and back down, every movement sent a sensual passionate fire through him. Though there was a dull ache on his hip, it wasn’t too bad, that he needed to stop. He moved under her slightly, trying to get fully inside of her. Meeting her every thrust, his cock ready to release, he held back. Gina tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head, without missing a beat. She threw it behind her, running her hands over his chest.
“I love these muscles. I’ve been dying to feel them.”
“You feel so damn good,” he blurted, kissing her nape as she leaned into him. He placed a thumb on her clit, rubbing small circles as they moved. She threw her head back, long blonde hair falling down her back. Her moans drove him wild, knowing he was the cause of them. As her body shuddered, with her orgasm, he growled, letting himself finally go. Heart racing, they panted, trying to catch their breath. As she slowly stood, and he fell out of her warm channel, he almost cried out. His dick twitched, instantly missing the feel of being inside of her. He pulled the condom off, dropping it into the garbage can next to the table.
He slid over, laying on his side. Patting the mattress, he indicated her to move next to him. Curling up, he wrapped his arms around her, as they spooned.
“I can’t tell you, how much I’ve been waiting for this.” He felt her body tense. “Not the sex.” He hurried to explain. The last thing he wanted was to make her feel like she was being used. “I meant being fully recovered, so I could treat you like the woman you are. The way you deserve.”
“What do you mean?” She asked, trying to twist her neck to look at him. Moving to lay on her back, he propped his head on an arm, and looked down at her. Running his fingers along her soft skin, he sighed.
“Being hurt like that, ending my career, not knowing what I would do, I didn’t feel, I don’t know, man enough? I guess. Now, I feel like myself again. Like I can be who you deserve. I can actually take you out, treat you right.”
“So, you’re not bored with me? I mean, you’re famous, you have dated models, actresses. What would you want with a boring physical therapist?”
“You’re anything but boring. You’re beautiful, you fill my every thought. I haven’t stopped thinking about you, since we met.”
“I know the feeling,” she admitted. He smiled. “So, what do you want? Where do you see this going?”
Thinking on his response wasn’t necessary. He knew what he wanted.
“I picture you, sitting in the stands for every game I coach, cheering on me and Jesse as we win. Then coming back here, and making love to me. I see you waking up in my arms every morning.” Her face brightened, as she leaned up to kiss him. Their lips dancing against each other. He held her cheek as she backed away.
“That sounds fantastic.”
“Doesn’t seem too fast for you?” She shook her head.
“It sounds fantastic. I think, I’ve been alone for so long, because I was waiting for someone like you, for you, maybe? Does that sound corny?”
“No, I feel the same way. It was like, I was instantly attracted to you. But then as we got to know each other, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I’ve never felt like this before. Never had someone consume my every thought.” Lincoln laid his head on the pillow, holding her close as they drifted to sleep, both smiling and happy.