Page 67 of The Nanny

“You feel so good,” he rasps. “So fucking good.”

His hips are flush with mine now, every hard inch of him rooted deep inside. He fills me until there’s no room left, and I tremble against him, struggling to keep still on the counter. “Can you—ah.Can you just—”

“Do you want me to move?” He kisses me slowly, rolling his hips just enough to stir me up. “Do you want me to fuck this perfect pussy?” I can feel him slide against my inner walls, and I have to grip his shoulder with my free hand just to steady myself. “Tell me you want that.”

I nod shakily. “Yes.”

“Thank fuck,” he groans.

He grips my hips tighter then, pulling out just to push back inside. He grunts when he fills me, the sound harsh and sending a shiver down my spine, but I don’t have time to dwell on it with the way he does it again.

Aiden thrusts harder, and I cry out, “Ah.”

“Shh,” he soothes, his hand reaching to cup my jaw as his thumb presses against my lips. “Be good, Cassie. You have to be good so I can fuck you.”

I think I nod, maybe, but I can’t tell. Not with the way he’sbegun a steady rhythm, each thrust bottoming out as the soft sound of our bodies coming together rings out against the tiles. I really am trying to keep quiet, but it’s getting increasingly difficult to be sure.

“Aiden... Aiden, can you—”

“Tell me what you need,” he grits out. “Tell me how to make you come.”

“Touch me,” I whine. I grab his hand, bringing it between my legs. “Can you touch me?”

He presses against my clit immediately, rolling the swollen bud beneath his fingertips as my head lolls and my stomach clenches. I’m already so close, the delicious friction of his cock inside me making me lose my mind—and the added pressure of his fingers against the most sensitive part of me only makes the hot pressure building between my legs that much more imminent, like it might burst at any moment.

His breath huffs against my jaw. “This okay?”

“Just like that,” I breathe.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he moans softly against my mouth. “Are you close?”

I’m trying to move with him now. His fingers slip against my clit as I brace my hands against the counter to try to meet his thrusts, each one bringing meright there.

“Just keep—right there—oh.Oh.”

“Cassie,” he groans.

Maybe it’s the way he says my name that does it. Maybe it’s the searing heat of his mouth against mine just as his tongue slips inside. Maybe it’s his hands or his cock or the warmth of his body—regardless, I feel myself begin to shake as every muscle in my thighs goes taut and my insides tremble around him with my orgasm. I can feel it when he lets go only moments after, like he’dbeen waiting for me. I can feel his cock twitching deep inside and hear his low grunt in my ear that sets off butterflies deep, deep in my stomach—and then his face is buried against my throat and his chest is heaving against mine.

We stay like that for a moment, neither of us speaking and both trying to catch our breath, and I wait for the regret to sink in, for the worry about what this will mean, but it doesn’t come. There is nothing but the sated quality of my limbs and the comforting warmth of his body as his hands continue to stroke at my skin.

When he finally pulls away to look at me, the expression on his face is equal parts dazed and awed, like he can’t quite believe that what just happened was real. My hands cup his face to pull him in for another slow kiss, catching his groan in my mouth when he carefully slips out of me.

I kiss him again, softer now, and I feel his lips curve against mine in a smile as a breathless chuckle escapes him. “This feels like a dream,” he murmurs.

I’m still kissing him. I can’t seem to stop. “Not a dream.”

He buries his face against my chest, nuzzling back and forth against my breasts and making me giggle quietly. “This damn shirt,” he grumbles. “Been driving me crazy.”

“Maybe I should ask for a pajama stipend from my boss,” I tease.

“I think he’d tell you it wasn’t in the budget.” He looks at me seriously then. “Was it... weird?”

I rear back. “Weird?”

“It’s just...” He looks unsure now. “It’s been a long time, and you’re so...” His eyes travel down my body, making me shiver. “I got carried away.”

Oh.

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