The Nanny ✔

#27

Word count: 1628

Sophie's POV

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"Have you done this before?" He asks, staring right into my eyes.

We stay still for a moment, both staring into each other's eyes. The emotions are there, they're raw. The feeling is strong, it's pulling me in.

"Yes." I breathe against his lips

He presses his lips against mine. It's fierce, demanding, hot. We kiss like lovers who will never see each other again. He is headstrong, his tongue exploring every angle in my mouth and I also don't relent.

"Sophie?" He kisses down my neck, gingerly tending to my cleavage. The elephants stamp their foot rapidly in my stomach and I let out a moan when he sucks the spot above my nipple.

"Dem..yes, please..." I groan as I run my palms over his hair and feel the small waves my fingers make while he takes off my shirt.

His hands find my bra strap and they submit themselves to the magic of his thumb by coming off and then begins to fondle and pull my nipples between his warm lips, taking over and over again while I'm left trembling in pleasure.

He pulls away when I'm a mass of quivering needs.

"Do you have protection?" His eyes are staring deep into mine, the effect causing a shudder that snakes its way down my spine.

"Yes. Don't worry." I pant.

I'm taking birth control because I sometimes have irregular period. I use the contraceptives to regulate my system often.

I wonder what it would look like to have his baby though. Even though that would be so cute, it would freak me the hell out! I'm far too young.

"Let's take this to the next level, shall we?" He asks. I drop my head but he tilts it and gives me a lingering kiss.

He begins whispering loving things in my ear, moving his hands over my body, gently squeezing my waist, spanning my hips, grabbing my butt and finally stopping at my core.

"Gosh, you're so soft.." He groans.

I giggle slightly.

His hands slowly loves me as he has his fill of me, leaving me in a writhing mess that has me clenching tightly to the sheets. I tremble violently when he penetrates a finger into me, stroking slowly in a steady pace till he has me moaning in a mess of my own desires while he tells me how good I am and how he can't wait to please me and how much he loves me.

My breath is uneven as I feel the build-up, letting out a long moan as his tongue darts into me and does this rotating motion that has me clamping my thighs together pleasurably but he parts my thighs once again.

All of a sudden, he withdraws.

I tense, waiting for his move. Nothing happens. My eyes flies open at the sudden halt of movements. Just when I would've experienced the big O.

"What did yo-" I let out a moan when he slowly climbs on top and caresses my entrance with the tip of his manhood. My words float away as I moan in submission, my stomach clenching in delight as he kisses me and palms my right breast while I squeeze his butt.

Then he sinks himself into me ever so slowly.

There's this beautiful feeling you get when the one pleasuring you is someone that also cherishes you so much and someone you actually want to do it with. Someone that puts you on his priority list, knowing when he's done pleasuring you, he won't go anywhere. Knowing he seeks your pleasure just as much as he seeks his own.