Page 68 of Curvy Nanny for the Cougar
Fuck.
I grind up into her, hands cupping her gorgeous, plump ass, fingers sliding over her crack, and she gasps into my mouth, breaking the kiss with a breathless moan.
“Mmm. So, I’ve been thinking,” she murmurs, voice husky as I trail my tongue down her neck and lick a path straight to her earlobe.
I suck gently, and she shudders against me. I make a mental note to kiss her there and often.
Wait—she’s thinking? Now?
Fuck. This woman is trying to murder me with sexual frustration.
“What have you been thinking, Baby?” I rasp, biting gently where her pulse flutters like mad.
I thrust up, grinding my cock along her soaked seam, letting her feel every swollen inch pressing through the barrier of our clothes.
Her thighs tremble, her breath hitches.
“Oh God, do that again,” she moans, rolling her hips.
I do.
Harder this time.
Then I tug her tank top down and slide the straps off her shoulders, baring the soft curve of her creamy breasts.
I lick across them, teasing the upper swells, then take a nipple into my mouth.
“You’ve got the best tits. I wanna suck on them, Pretty Girl. Goddamn, I wanna fuck them, too. Glide my cock right between these gorgeous babies.”
She keens and arches, hands in my hair, body a live wire in my arms.
“Dane, please.”
My name is a breathy plea on her lips.
“Tell me what you’ve been thinking first,” I say, hating myself, but always determined to give her what she deserves—what she needs.
And despite her soaked panties, and my ever-growing erection, she’s still talking—somehow—gods love her. Hell, I know I do.
“Questions,” she pants, voice dreamy. “I still have questions.”
“Questions?” I echo, barely hanging onto my self-control.
My cock is throbbing against her, desperate to sink deep.
“Yes,” she gasps as I suck harder on one cherry ripe nipple. “Like, what does mating mean? Is it like in the romance books I read?”
I pause, resting my forehead against her chest, chest heaving.
“Um, not sure what you read,” I say, voice raw. “But there’s biting. There’s sex. Like the best sex ever, but we know that already, don’t we, Pretty Girl?”
“Oh my God, Dane,” she says, like she’s exasperated, but I can still feel her smiling against my skin. I take that as a win.
“But what does it mean?”
“Well, mating is instinct, and magic and soul-binding all wrapped into one. But it’s a choice too, Tamare. You always have a say in this.”
Her thighs squeeze around me, her breath ragged.
