Football System: Touchline God-Chapter 61: Divorce Letter I

Maddox kissed his way down her body, lavishing attention on her breasts, her stomach, the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Elira writhed beneath him, fingers tangling in the sheets as she chased her release.

"Please—please—need your mouth on me—need to feel your tongue—ah!"

She broke off with a cry as he leaned in and licked a slow stripe up her slit. Maddox groaned at the taste of her, diving in with enthusiasm.

He licked and sucked and nibbled, finding all the spots that made her writhe and moan. Elira tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him close as she ground against his face.

"Fuck—oh god—yes—right there—don’t stop—"

Maddox didn’t stop. He couldn’t if he tried. She was intoxicating, her taste, her scent, the sounds she made. He wanted to devour her whole.

He focused on her clit, alternating between flicking the bud with his tongue and suckling it gently. Elira went wild, her hips bucking erratically as she chased her release.

"Maddox—fuck—I’m gonna—gonna come—!"

He doubled his efforts, pushing two fingers deep inside her as he licked and sucked. Elira came with a scream, her body arching off the bed as ecstasy ripped through her.

Maddox gentled his touch as she rode out her high, bringing her down slowly with soft licks and gentle caresses.

When she finally went limp beneath him, he crawled back up her body, pressing tender kisses to her sweat-dampened skin.

"That was... incredible," Elira managed, her voice hoarse. "You’re really good at that."

Maddox chuckled, nuzzling into her neck. "I’m glad you approve. But we’re not done yet..."

Elira watched him in anticipation through heavy-lidded eyes, desire building anew at the sight of his hard length.

"Please," she whispered, spreading her legs in welcome. "I need you inside me again. Need to feel you fill me up..."

Maddox needed no further encouragement. He positioned himself at her entrance, then thrust forward in one smooth stroke.

They both groaned at the sensation, Maddox burying his face in her neck as he started to move. Elira wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust.

They set a steady pace, bodies moving together like they were made for this. For each other. The room filled with the slap of skin on skin and the sounds of their mutual pleasure.

"Fuck—you feel so good," Maddox panted against her throat. "So tight and wet and perfect..."

"Only for you," Elira gasped, tilting her hips to take him even deeper. "Only ever for you..."

Maddox captured her mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing her cries as he drove into her harder, faster. Elira clung to him, her nails raking down his back as she felt another climax building.

"Come with me," Maddox growled, his hips stuttering as he neared his own end. "Let me feel you come apart around my cock..."

Elira could only moan in response, her body tensing as the pressure inside her crested. Maddox thrust deep one last time, his own release crashing over him as he filled her insides.

They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath. Elira pressed soft kisses to Maddox’s sweat-dampened skin, murmuring words of praise and affection.

"You’re amazing," she whispered, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his back. "I’ve never felt anything like that before."

Maddox hummed in agreement, nuzzling into her hair. "You bring out the best in me," he said softly. "In more ways than one."

They lay like that for a long moment, basking in the afterglow.

They both stood up from the bed, bodies still warm and hearts still racing. The morning light streamed through the curtains, painting everything in soft gold.

Maddox stretched, feeling more relaxed than he had in weeks.

"Shower?" Elira asked, her voice still soft from sleep and their time together.

"Together?" Maddox grinned.

She laughed, pushing him playfully toward the bathroom. "Separate showers. I need to cook breakfast, and if we shower together, we’ll never get out."

Maddox couldn’t argue with that logic. He headed to the main bathroom while Elira used the en-suite. The hot water felt good against his skin, washing away the sweat and tension. As he stood under the spray, his mind drifted to the days ahead.

The next training session was scheduled for Saturday. Light technical work, nothing too strenuous. Sunday’s match against Hastings Coastal Academy was only three days away. The biggest game of their season so far.

He could hear Elira moving around in the kitchen, pots and pans clanking together. The smell of bacon started to fill the apartment, making his stomach growl. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was.

After drying off and getting dressed, Maddox wandered into the kitchen. Elira was at the stove, wearing one of his old t-shirts and a pair of shorts that looked oversized on her, clinging onto her thighs. Her hair was still damp from the shower, falling in loose waves around her shoulders.

"Smells amazing," he said, settling onto the living room’s couch.

"Bacon, eggs, and toast," she called back. "Nothing fancy, but it’ll fill you up."

Maddox reached for the remote and switched on the TV. The morning sports news was playing, but he wasn’t really paying attention. His thoughts were on the training session ahead, on the tactical work they still needed to do.

Then something caught his ear. His name.

"... Eric Maddox has been appointed as the new coach of Northcastle Rising Stars..."

He sat up straighter, turning up the volume. The sports news channel was running a segment about his appointment. His photo appeared on screen—an old one from his early coaching days, when he still had hope in his eyes.

"Eric Maddox has signed a three-year contract worth two hundred thousand terra per year," the presenter continued. "The appointment comes after the club’s former coach resigns due to personal reasons. Quite unexpected with Rising Stars currently sitting in fourth place, just two points behind second place, and one win from qualification for the NextGen Ascension League."

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