The Nanny ✔

#26

Word count: 1539

Sophie's POV

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Detaching our lips after some minutes of tongue battling, Demola pulls back and stares deeply into my eyes. They're mesmerizing, drawing me into a world I can't refuse.

The chocolate eyes are like mine, only that his seems to be very much darker and also enticing with tiny specks of black. I could stare at them all day and still wouldn't be satisfied.

I watch his Adam's apple bob as his eyes flicker to my nose and then my lips, before once again settling back to my eyes.

The room is stuffy, thick with sexual tension that neither of us can deny.

Leaning forward, his lips grazes mine ever so sensually. My eyelids, which are the windows covering my eyes from his view, flutters to a close as I bask in the taste of his lips. I can't get enough of his kisses. He's being so gentle and I love it.

He traces his tongue over the seam of my lips and moves it tantalisingly, in a way I can't resist. He isn't invading inside my tongue like earlier, just teasing me. Bringing me closer and appearing to be even farther.

I bat my lashes, fluttering them and pleading with my eyes. I've had enough of the teasing. I want more and I entrust the ability to receive the pleasure I desire from him. He's all I want.

He's all I need.

"Hell Sophie...." He groans against my lips as his hands begin to wander while I whimper in my pleasure filled state.

He roams his lean, long fingers over my arms, them spans my sides and I arch my back, not knowing how to vocalize my needs but wanting to show him. Lost in pleasure, I throw my left hand above my head. The spot goes numb for a good couple of seconds and then I let out a hiss when I feel the sudden stinging sensation that spreads through me. I realize just then that I hit a hard surface as I threw my hand too hard.

"Ow!" I whine painfully.

"Sorry baby. Does it hurt?" Demola is quick to ask as he peppers kisses all over the hand, concern written all over his features.

"No. I didn't hit it that much." I pout and
look around quickly. He heaved a sigh and blows air on the spot, forgetting about our earlier activity and I take matters into my own hands.

I look around to realize that during the course of walking around while lost in each other's kisses, we're now in his room. I'm surprised that the design and set up is the same as the one in my room. Only, this one is black and cream.

"Sophie, you know I love you right?" He asks with a sincere smile.

His eyes twinkle and I feel my heart clenching at the sight.

What if this doesn't last? What if he gets tired of me? I hope he doesn't. I don't think I can get tired of him either.

What if he leaves me...no. Now he knows the truth and there's no skeleton in my cupboard anymore. Nothing can go wrong.

"How old are you?" I blurt out instead of answering his question. The curiosity has been eating me up since I started working here months ago.

He chuckles. "I'm twenty seven."

"You're so young." I state with a frown, looking around for a reason to justify my claims.

"Yes. We had Oli at young ages. I was twenty two and Simi was twenty one." He says slowly.

"Wow. Oli is a smart girl. Her mom must've been an amazing person and taught her well."

"Well, Oli was somewhat attached to Simi, so when she died, Oli had a few nightmares and kept crying to see her mommy but that was it. She remains in our hearts anyway. We'll love her till forever." He mutters with a voice that tells me his mind is faraway.