Page 56 of The Billionaire's One-Night Stand Nanny
He’d given so much to me and asked for nothing.
“I want to,” I whispered, looking up at him, and he nodded.
It had been a while since I’d done this and my jaw grew tight and tired as I moved my head, my tongue flat against the underside of his shaft, tracing along the vein there. Ryan’s fingers tightened, first just making his presence known–as if I could forget, the scent of him in my nose and his cock stretching my mouth wide–and then guiding me, gentle, up and down, to take him deeper, until his shaft was slick with my spit and his head nudged the back of my throat. Heat filled me, a warm tingling building at the base of my spine as my focus narrowed to him, me, the way his cock felt on my tongue and the ache between my legs. I moaned around him and his hips jumped, so I did it again.
“Oh, Flora,” he groaned, and then he tugged at my hair again, hard, hard enough to hurt. “You’ve got to stop, sweetheart,” he said as I pulled away, replacing my mouth with my hand. His blood was pounding through his cock so hard I could feel his heartbeat “You’re going to make me come like that, and I want to–”
“Yes,” I said, and shimmied out of my dampened underwear. “Please,now–”
“Come here,” he said, coaxing me closer for a kiss, which I gave him. He nipped my bottom lip, then slipped his tongue between my teeth when I gasped.
“Mmm,” I moaned as his spit-slick cock glided against my drenched folds. I was so sensitive, wet and swollen, and I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me.
Instead, he froze. “Shit,” he swore, “the condoms are downstairs. Let me–”
“No,” I said, pulling back for a moment to look at him. “Can we… I’m on birth control. And I’ve been tested.” Edie had gone with me, after my last breakup. “Are you–”
“I’m clean,” he said, but looked worried. “But really, I don’t mind going downstairs, if you–”
I shook my head. “I want to feel you,” I said and gripped his shaft, lining it up with my entrance as I hovered above him. “All of you,” I said, and he dipped his chin down in a slow nod.
His eyes squeezed shut as I lowered myself onto his cock, inch by inch, his head parting my folds, stretching me open as I swallowed him into my heat.
“Oh, Flora,” he groaned. “Fuck, you feelso good.”
I leaned forward to kiss him again while I adjusted to the overwhelming feeling of Ryan, hot and hard with nothing between us. His hands came up to my breasts, massaging them through my bra for a moment, my nipples tightening under his touch. Then one hand went to the clasp, unhooking it, and he slid the straps down my shoulders as my bra fell away. My breasts felt full and heavy and tight, the skin sensitive as he cupped them in his warm hands. He rolled my nipples between his fingers.
“Oh,” I gasped and let my forehead fall against his as he pinched and squeezed gently, until each peak was hard and stiff and I wanted–needed–more… I moved, rocking my hips, grinding down into his cock, slow and rhythmic. I wasn’t going to last long either, not with his wine-sweet breath against my face, his skillful fingers caressing my skin, the way his head pressed into meright thereand my clit ground against his skinjust soevery time I flexed my hips…
“Oh,sweetheart,” Ryan groaned, “yes, take what you need.”
I wanted to make it last,last forever, but I was greedy; I was so close… and then Ryan lifted his hips, changing the angle, and my orgasm rolled through me like an earthquake, low and rumbling and unrelentingly powerful, my walls pulsing and squeezing around his thick cock until my vision went white behind my eyelids and the blood roared through my ears. All I could do was hang on, and I did, my body drawn tight like a rubber band, my knees squeezing his hips and my fingers tingling with the hard grip I had on his shoulders.
“Fuck, Flora,Flora, fuck,” I heard him say, and then he was fucking into me from below, his hips thrusting up as I came crashing back to earth on a shuddery breath.
“Oh,oh,” I panted. I was sensitive and still tingling from my orgasm, but… “More.”
He lifted me up, impossibly, flipping us over so he was above me, his cock still thrust within my walls.
“You want me to fuck you, sweetheart?” he asked, his eyes alight with heat. I nodded, and his eyebrows rose.
“Yes, Ryan, I want you to–ah,” I gasped as his cock slid almost all the way out of me before he plunged it back in. Then again, then again. “Yes, like that, Ryan,yes, you feel so–”
“Not as good as you, flower,” he interrupted, and the endearment zinged across my skin before burying itself deep in my chest. “So perfect around me,sotight.”
I pulled his face down to mine and he caught me in a bruising kiss that stole my breath, our tongues sliding over each other, tasting like wine and musk and heat. I held on as he fucked me, deep and slow, the warmth in my belly and the buzz at the base of my spine growing stronger with every thrust.
“Oh, Flora,” he groaned through gritted teeth, “you’re going to make me come, sweetheart, fuck, tell me–”
“Yes,” I said, and wrapped my heels around his ass, holding him against me tight. “I want you to come, I want to feel you,please,Ryan.”
And I did–he gasped and jerked and spilled hot and deep inside me, filling me up so completely that I didn’t think I would ever forget the feeling of it. “Flora,” he sighed, and I was dragged over the edge, too, clinging to him with a desperation I’d never before felt. I held tightly to him as we came down together and then as he rolled us to our sides, legs twined together in a sweaty, shaky tangle.
We lay there for a long time as our breath quieted and our sweat cooled until I started shivering and he pulled the crumpled blankets up and over us. I closed my eyes, drinking in the feeling of his arms holding me tight, his heart beating steadily, his chest rising and falling with each breath.
I’d almost fallen asleep when he spoke.
“Flora, sweetheart,” he murmured.
