Nanny for the Don: Chapter 17

His hands are all over me, sliding over my wet, soapy skin, teasing every inch of me.

He’s got a wicked grin on his face, the one that makes my heart race and my body melt. His fingers find my nipples, pinching just enough to make me gasp, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

“You feel so good,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. “I want to take you, make you mine right here.”

He pulls me to my feet and bends me over the side of the tub, and I brace myself, breath hitching in anticipation.

Then I feel his tongue, warm and slick, finding its way to my slit. The first touch makes my legs tremble, my body arching toward him instinctively. He’s teasing me, taking his time, and it’s driving me wild. Every flick of his tongue, every soft caress, pushes me closer to the edge, making me forget everything except the feel of him, the way he’s making me lose control as my juices drip down my thighs.

He’s spread me open, and damn, his tongue is working wonders. I’m a moaning mess, so turned on I can barely think straight. Every swipe over my clit has me spiraling closer to the edge, and it’s like he knows exactly how to play me, bringing me right to the brink before pulling back just enough to keep me craving more. It’s maddening, this slow burn he’s building.

“Fuck,” I breathe out, my whole body tingling, desperate for release. And just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he pushes me over the edge. The orgasm hits me like a wave, hard and fast, and I’m seeing stars. My mind goes blank, lost in the pure, dizzying pleasure he’s wringing out of me.

Even as I’m coming down, he keeps talking, his voice low and dirty, like he’s casting some kind of spell that leaves me totally bewitched.

I’m barely catching my breath when he moves, standing and positioning himself behind me. I can feel him pressing against me, hard and ready, and before I can even think, he’s inside me, filling me up in one smooth glide.

“God, you feel so good,” I gasp, my body trembling as he starts to move. He’s thick and perfect, stretching me in just the right way, hitting every spot and making me want to scream.

It’s like he’s made to fit me, and every thrust is sending waves of pleasure through me, making me crave more and more.

He’s fucking me slow and deep, each thrust making me lose my damn mind. He’s got one hand in my hair, pulling just enough to send shivers down my spine, while the other hand smacks my ass, a sharp sting that somehow makes everything even hotter. I can’t help but moan, biting my lip as the mix of pleasure and sting pushes me higher.

With a firm grip on my hair, he leans in close, his breath hot against my ear.

“You like that, don’t you?” he growls, his voice low and dangerous. “You love being fucked like this, don’t you, Willow? So wet, so tight, taking me so damn good. You were made for this; your tight little pussy was made for my cock.”

His words send a fresh wave of heat through me, and I can’t hold back the whimper that escapes. My body is on fire, every nerve ending tuned to him, desperate for more.

He knows exactly what I need. Grabbing me by the hips, he pulls me back onto his throbbing member, his rhythm changing from a slow tease to something rougher, more primal. He bucks into me like a wild animal, and the force of it is enough to drive me over the edge again.

The climax slams into me, hard and fast, and I’m completely wrecked. I cry out, my body trembling as he keeps driving into me, making sure I feel every last bit of him. He’s relentless, pounding into my slick pussy until I’m seeing stars and left breathless and utterly satisfied.

He’s holding me from behind, his touch like a magic eraser, wiping away all the stress from the day. His lips trail kisses along my shoulder, then down my back, each one making me feel a little more at ease, a little more cherished.

His voice breaks through my thoughts. “What do you want, Willow?”

I know exactly what I want. “I want you in bed, on top of me. I want you to fuck me until you come deep inside me.”

He grins, that sexy, cocky grin, and then he’s kissing me, long and deep, like he’s got all the time in the world. It’s not just a kiss; it’s a promise, and it makes my heart do a weird little flip.

He helps me out of the tub, and I watch as he wraps a towel around his waist, the muscles in his arms flexing. Then he’s drying me off, so gentle, like he’s taking his time, like he’s savoring every moment. He pushes me down onto the bed and climbs on top of me, and instinctively, I spread my legs, already desperate to feel him inside me again.

He presses the head of his cock against my clit, rubbing it just enough to make me moan. My hips buck up, wanting more, but he holds back, making me wait.

“You feel so damn good,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. “I can’t stop thinking about being inside you.”

My heart skips a beat, and I feel my cheeks flush. “Same,” I whisper, almost breathless, as his teasing gets me all worked up. The anticipation is killing me, and he knows it.

He keeps playing with me, the tip of his cock sliding against me just enough to make my body ache for more. Finally, when I’m about ready to lose my mind, he reaches down, takes his cock in his hand, and slides it inside me, nice and slow.

It’s like everything falls into place—he fits so perfectly, stretching me just right, filling me up in a way that makes my whole body sing. All I can do is smile, pure happiness spreading through me as he starts to move, and everything else just fades away.

It’s just us, just this moment, and damn, it feels so good.

Every nerve in my body is lighting up. He’s slow at first, deliberate, each thrust hitting my G spot and making me moan. The pleasure is intense, but there’s something else there too—something softer, more tender.

“You feel so good,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.. “ I could stay inside you forever, just like this. You’re everything I want, everything I need.”

His words wrap around me, making my heart pound in a way that’s more than just lust.

Is this love?

Are we making love?

The thought stirs something deep inside me, something warm and overwhelming. It feels so right, so real, but I bite my tongue, holding back the words threatening to spill out. The last thing I want is to freak him out by getting too serious too fast.

Instead, I focus on the moment, wrapping my legs around his hips and pulling him deeper inside me. He groans, his breath hot against my neck, and I can feel him tense, the rhythm of his thrusts growing faster, more urgent.

I dig my nails into his back, leaning up to whisper in his ear, “I’m ready to come, just for you.”

And we’re both there. The orgasm hits us at the same time, and it’s like everything else disappears. His cock pulses deep inside me, filling me up as we come together, hard and fast. I can feel him draining every last drop inside, and it’s the most intense, perfect release I could’ve imagined. We’re breathless, totally spent, and I’m left with this crazy, overwhelming sense of satisfaction.

He leans down, his lips meeting mine in a soft, lingering kiss, so different from the intensity we just shared. “You’re so beautiful. ,” he murmurs, his voice low and full of something I can’t quite place. “So damn sexy when you come.”

I grin, playfully arching a brow. “Only when I come?”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “You have no idea,” he says, his tone teasing but with an edge of seriousness that makes my heart skip a beat..”

He pulls me close, his arms wrapping around me as he kisses my forehead, then my shoulders, each touch making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. What’s going on? I wonder, my thoughts spinning. Is he falling for me, too? Or am I just reading too much into this?

For a moment, I feel like I should tell him. The words are right there, the other secret I’ve been carrying around. But before I can decide if I’m actually going to say it, he pulls back slightly, giving me a look that reminds me we’re not playing house here.

“You know you can’t sleep in bed with me,” he says, his tone casual but firm.

I try to play it cool, but there’s a pang of something that feels a lot like rejection.

“Yeah, I haven’t forgotten.”

It’s just sex, after all.