Falling for the nanny

The beginning

Authors note. This chapter contains sexual content, please underage readers should be advise .

Sophia's pov
Once I left Alex office I drove back home because I remembered the kids where going to be staying with their uncle for two days
I couldn't stopped thinking of what happened between Alex and I at in the office. Alexander was going to be the love of my life and he was also going to be the death of me.
I layer in bed as I thought of our past memories together.
Recall
He walks me backwards, slowly and into the bedroom until I feel the bed behind me. He drops more kisses on my heated skin, everywhere except my mouth. My lips part as the soft moans escape, I'm eager for him to swallow them.

I become aware of the distance between us, his body is bowed forward, worshipping mine with surprisingly chaste kisses but nothing else is in contact. I glimpse my sanity for a small second and reach up to pull him closer. Lightning fast hands move to restrain me, catching both wrists and folding them away, securely behind my back.

"If you touch me this will all be over way too quickly." His gravely mutter ensures my sanity's full disappearance and a creaminess between my legs.

"Aaahh, please touch me," the need in my whisper is akin to begging. Boy, it doesn't take much for me to become a needy mess.

"Tell me what you want Sophie." Nothing makes me hotter than his seductive voice commanding, coaching or teasing me, just hearing it sends a powerful shiver vibrating through me.

As my nipples contract into tiny hard points of longing I struggle against his hold. "I want you."

His grip flexes and tightens and then he smiles against my chest. "I was hoping for some specifics but you know how much I like it when you resist me."  His voice is low, almost humming as he wipes his sandy stubble softly around my breasts, insolently – as if he knows that I can't break free and make him go where I want him to.

I struggle some more, this time a little harder, putting the weight of my body behind it and decide to play him at his own game. "I want you to lick me." I speak slowly, enunciating every syllable.  "Lick my nipples and bite them – hard."

He sucks in a hard breath that I reward with another attempt to free my hands. "I want your hand to trail down my breasts, my belly and find out how ready I am for you." Even to my own ears I sound husky, deprived.

Frustratingly, he's still fully dressed. He doesn't let go of my hands but his hot mouth finds the tight bud on my breast. He flicks his tongue over it and blows softly so it's as taut as it will go only to leave it and move on to its twin. I mewl my protest and arch my back, offering them to him.

A hungry growl lets me know that I'm on the right track. He nips at the tip, just enough to drive my desire deeper. "Take off your shirt; I want to see you."

He leaves just enough space between us for him to undo each of his buttons and the sight of his gaze traveling the length of my body is so sexy that I temporarily forget to resist his hard grip.

He tugs his shirt off his shoulder and then deftly switches hands so as not to break his hold on my arms and to shrug off the other sleeve. I take my cue and thrash about, knowing that I'm in the power of his weaker hand now.

I break free, turn to make a run for it but of course I'm way too slow. Like a supple panther he pounces, capturing me around my waist and flings me onto the bed, face down. My excited squeal is followed by his growl, "arms up!" He stalks after me, over my back to secure me with the entire length of his firm body.