mouth wide, and I had very little gag reflex. Rafael sucked in his breath, then let it out in a long, passionate sigh. He leaned back on the bed and watched me through his dark eyelashes, his muscular chest heaving with pleasure.
“Does that feel good?”
He nodded eagerly. “It feels amazing.”
I redoubled my efforts, wrapping my lips around him tightly and moving up and down. He laced his fingers through my hair and guided me up and down, another sign that I was doing a good job. I had fantasized about doing this to baseball players, and to finally be here in the act… I wanted to give him my best.
He enjoyed it thoroughly, breathing heavily and gasping and making sounds of pleasure deep in his throat. Then his fingers tightened in my hair and he pulled me off of him.
I was afraid that he had changed his mind about the entire thing, had decided that it was a mistake. But then he said, “Time to slide into third.”
He pulled me up into a standing position and yanked down my shorts and panties, then pulled my shirt over my head. He savored the sight of my ample chest, then pulled me onto the bed with him.
I yelped as he spun me around on top of him until I was straddling his head and facing his feet. I felt a momentary burst of embarrassment and self-consciousness; when was the last time I had shaved down there? Was I as presentable as I wanted to be? It took a lot of trust for me to let a guy go down on me, and Rafael wasn’t just any normal guy…
But then he wrapped his arms around my hips and pulled my pussy down against his face, and I forgot all about being embarrassed. He devoured my pussy like it was his last meal, tongue swirling and sliding the way it had in my mouth. I leaned forward on him until I could reach his cock and took it in my mouth, eager to please him as much as he was pleasing me.
Once again the thought flashed in my head: I’m sixty-nining with Rafael freaking Rivera.
He was as masterful in bed as he was on the mound. His tongue knew exactly what to do as if he was reading my mind and giving me what I wanted. I desperately tried to focus on his thick cock, to bring him to a climax along with me, but he beat me to the punch. I abandoned his dick and returned to a crouched position, sitting on his face as my orgasm arrived like a freight train. Waves of intense ecstasy overwhelmed me, wracked my body like a boat caught in an angry sea, and all the while Rafael gripped my thighs powerfully and held me against him. I tried to muffle my cries as I rubbed my pussy against him and came all over his face, but soon my bliss was so strong that I stopped caring who might hear.
I fell sideways onto the impossibly-soft sheets of the bed, physically unable to move for a few moments. Rafael’s sexy face appeared above me grinning, and he kissed me with his tongue just like he had kissed my sex.
“How’s my form, Coach?”
I grinned. “I thought you would be rusty since it’s spring training, but you’re in playoff form.” I kissed him. “But I think you can stretch this triple into a home run.”
A hungry glimmer twinkled in his dark eyes.
He flipped me over onto my belly, eliciting a new tingle of excitement. I pushed up to my hands and knees, no longer self conscious about how my lady-parts looked to the famous athlete. We were well beyond that, now, and in my post-climax glee I was completely comfortable with him. I felt his thighs against mine as he took up the position. My pussy was so drenched that his rock-hard cock slid inside me with ease. It filled me wonderfully, hitting all the nerve endings Rafael couldn’t touch with his tongue, and I pushed my ass back to meet him halfway.
He groaned and gripped my waist with his hands, pulling me back against his pelvis. Burying every inch of his manhood inside me. I sensed him being cautious, holding back for my benefit, but slow sex wasn’t what I wanted.
I let out a long, passionate moan and began moving my ass back and forth on his cock. “Fuck me,” I begged.
His hips moved in time with mine, sliding