Page 44 of The Unconventional Nanny
"Oh, God," she moans when I settle myself between her legs and toss both of them over my shoulders.
Grabbing the globes of her ass, I yank her flush against me and run my nose through the folds of her pussy. "The sweetest fucking smell. And I’ll bet you taste just as fucking sweet." I don't go slow, nor do I give her the time to prepare, before I'm flattening my tongue and licking up her slit.
I smile to myself when her back bows off the bed and a whimper escapes her lips. I continue my assault as I lick, nip, suck, and even spear her with my tongue. Her constant moans and wiggling beneath my touch are the best evidence of what she likes, and I quickly learn what she responds to the most.
What I don't do is let her finish just yet. Each time I bring her close to the edge, I back off just enough before ramping her up again.
"Ang," she groans just a little too loudly.
"Shhh," I remind her. "We don't want to wake the kids."
"Then let me come, dammit," she practically growls at me.
Chuckling against her pussy, I blow hot air on her slick folds. Her long moan tells me she's so damn close, all it would take is one more lick to send her plummeting into the abyss.
Finally, after endless edging, I bring her to a climax so intense she's forced to bury her face in her arm to keep from screaming the house down.
I smile in satisfaction as I crawl back up her body and wait for her to meet my gaze.
"Satisfied with yourself, aren't you?" she says the moment she sees how big the smile on my face is.
"Actually, I am."
"Are you going to untie me now?" She wiggles her fingers.
"I suppose." I loosen the knot just enough so she can slide her hands out. Once she’s free of her restraints, I slip my hands under her shirt and divest her of both that and her bra in seconds.
Her hands immediately find the waistband of my jeans. In no time at all, she's unbuckling my pants and sliding the zipper down. I stand up and help shuck the rest of my clothes, leaving me naked as the day I was born.
Settling myself back between her legs, this time it's my cock resting against her hot core, and I pause. "I didn't think to buy condoms," I confess. I want to kick myself for not having the forethought to do so. I'm so used to not using them with my late wife, that I can't even remember a time they were in my house.
"That's okay." She grabs my ass and pulls me closer. "I'm on birth control and I got tested after my last boyfriend. All clear.”
I lean down and kiss her with everything I have. "So am I. I haven't been with anyone since . . ." I don't say her name. I don't even think it. I don't want my past to come between what we’re building.
"Then make love to me."
I do exactly what she requests, entering her slowly, relishing every incredible inch. And for the first time in over three years, I feel like I'm home.
Chapter Twenty-Two
GRACIE
I glance at the alarm clock on Ang's nightstand. Five fifteen a.m. As much as I'm not a morning person, I'm glad my internal alarm woke me up with enough time to sneak out of bed and do the walk of shame back down to my own room.
Slipping out of bed, I quickly dress in yesterday's clothes. I don't bother to see how I look in the bathroom—it's called the walk of shame for a reason. There's no way to make that any better without a hot shower and a brush.
I manage to make it five steps down the hallway, when the door to Olivia's room opens and out walks Ang's oldest.
I freeze.
She freezes.
We both get caught up in some weird, silent staredown that seems to go on forever. For some bizarre reason, my legs refuse to move. And my brain is no help as it short-circuits enough that it's no longer communicating with my mouth. Or any part of my body, for that matter.
It's pretty sad that the one who finally breaks the twilight zone moment is the eight-year-old as she backs up into her room and shuts the door.
I slap my forehead in frustration.
