The Billionaire's Nanny

The Balcony

Oh

My

Fucking

Gosh

If there was ever a rational part of my brain, it must have abandoned me the moment his lips crushed mine. He was kissing me. Lucas was kissing me and it was not me daydreaming, or night dreaming or dreaming at all. His lips were on mine for real.

I was too stunned to move or kiss him back. I just stood there for the first few seconds, as his lips moved against mine. Never in my life have I wanted something so bad only to actually get it in the end.

I almost did not know what to do. But all of that confusion washed away as he nudged me closer. His lips moving against mine were warm, and they tasted like the wine we had just had.

The kiss was soft, almost tentative, but still hard, controlling, and driven by the lust I had to keep in for weeks. My fingers made a fist, grabbing his shirt, and holding on to him like my very life.

His other hand was at the back of my neck, holding me tight as his tongue plunged into my mouth, with such passion that my toes curled. I surrendered my entire being to him, as he kissed me because he was in absolute control.

I moaned into his mouth, heat flooding my thighs and leading up to my core. I could feel the unmistakable bulge of his erection on my belly, and that only spurred me on. I dug one hand in his hair, while the other held on to him for support, as the desire rocketed through me, making me rise to my toes.

It was too soon when his mouth pulled away from mine, and I shamelessly inched forward, capturing his lips again, before we finally pulled apart.

"Chris," he said between harsh pants with his forehead resting on mine. I was too lost in the haze of our kiss to respond.

That just happened.

That just happened and I had my breathless state as clear proof.

He pushed my already free dress up slowly until it was bunching up at my hips. A shiver ran through me and it had absolutely nothing to do with the breeze this evening.

"Do you still want me to stop?" he asked as his hand found my lace underwear.

"No, please," I whispered, hands clutching his shoulders desperately to hold myself up.

In a swift movement, he turned me around so I was the one with my back on the wall of the balcony. I gasped as my back hit the cold smooth wall, but the pain was nothing close to the excitement coursing through me at the feeling of his hands running up and down my body.

He shifted closer, trapping me between the wall and his sturdy body. His hard cock pressed further into my belly and I found myself arching into him. He brought his lips to mine briefly, before trailing hot kisses down to my neck, while his other hand worked my zipper behind.

I wanted to scream how we were literally on his balcony, with the tree in the backyard as our only protection away from prying eyes, but the sensation of his wet lips on my skin was enough to make me hold my tongue.

"Your dress is beautiful," he said when he brought his head back up, "but right now it's just vexing," He grabbed my tits that were only covered with the fabric of my dress, and I moaned in response.

"Fuck no bra," he growled.

"The dress," I panted hoarsely, "does not require one,"

The heat between my legs was soon replaced by pooling wetness, from the desire coursing through me as his fingers massaged my breasts.