Page 53 of The Accidental Nanny
He continues his ministrations, hitting that elusive G-spot over and over again until I feel myself tightening up. There’s a pressure building in my groin.
“Alex,” I groan, arching my back.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, “come for me, Gem.”
I clench the sheets in my hand as he lowers his head and sucks on my clit. I see stars. I cry out, “Oh, my God!” An orgasm tears through my body like an earthquake, making my toes curl.
Alex removes his fingers and looks up at me. “Good girl.”
“What? Am I your pet?” I ask with a grin. “Woof woof.”
He stops. We both look at each other and burst out laughing.
“You ruined the moment,” he says when we both compose ourselves.
He kisses up my body, pausing to swirl his tongue around each of my nipples. I groan again, then his lips meet and mould against mine. I can taste myself on his tongue.
Alex breaks the kiss. “I can’t wait anymore.” He lines his dick up and his eyes hold mine. “Ready?”
I nod, trying to relax.He pushes into me.
“You’re tight,” he groans.
He starts to move in a slow motion. My legs wrap around his waist holding him there. His hand comes up to toy with my nipple as he moves a little faster.
“It hurts,” I whimper in his ear.
“I can stop.” He pauses, ready to withdraw.
I shake my head. “I want you, Alex. I need you.”
“It will stop soon, I promise. It’ll be so much better next time. God, I’m close,” he grunts.
He moves in a slow motion. Breathing hard now, I can see the sweat forming on his body as he reaches down to touch my clit. I cry out again, and my hips buck against him.
“Dammit,” he buries himself deep inside of me. I feel a warmth flowing into me as my inner muscles contract around him.
“Is it always that fast?” I ask, and he bursts out laughing.
“No, I promise. Next time, I’ll make it up to you. It's just been a long time for me."
“Did you pee inside me?” I ask him as he leans in to kiss me again. His face flashed red. I bite my lip, waiting for his response.
“No, that’s my co… When a man finishes… he…”
“I know what it is, you idiot.” I tap him on the arm. “I’m pulling your leg.”
The sheets are stained with our fluids.
“Don’t move. I’ll be back.”
He leaves the bed, and it feels cold without his warmth there. He returns a few minutes later with a warm, damp cloth. He washes between my legs.
“Are you okay?” he asks me again.
“A little sore,” I admit, noticing a slight pink stain on the white flannel.
He looks at his watch.
