The Nanny

Chapter 6

Finally, the older woman's tears began to subside and eventually her breathing evened out.

It was the young brunette who first broke the thick silence, however. "You okay?" she whispered, brushing her lips against Onika's forehead.

"I think so," she replied quietly, leaning her head back to observe her lover's light eyes.

Beyoncé's brow furrowed. "You think so?"

"I feel fine now," Onika explained, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Better, actually."

"Okay, but, um, I'm not really sure what just happened?" the young brunette stated hesitantly.

Onika immediately sat up, concern written in her soft features. She looked down at Beyoncé, biting her lip. "Oh no."

"What?" Beyoncé replied, wide-eyed.

"From everything you've told me about yourself, you seemed to be at least somewhat knowledgeable, if not already experienced with sex, and-"

"Huh?" the brunette interrupted, before realization sank in. "God no! I'm not a virgin! And I know enough about sex to know that I just made you, you know, pretty hard."

The older woman could see a hint of smugness among the brunette's expression, before it turned to concentration.

"But I'm not really sure I understand why you just...um...I guess, reacted like that?" Suddenly, Beyoncé felt extremely insecure. She had no idea how to approach the whole situation, and while she actually had little desire to, something in her gut told her it was important.

Slowly Onika turned her body, swinging her left leg over Beyoncé's lower body, bringing her knee down on the other side of Beyoncé's hips to straddle her thighs. She leaned forward, bracing herself on the bed, on either side of Beyoncé's arms, just hovering over the young brunette. She smirked as she leaned down close to Beyoncé's face, her hardened nipples grazing the younger woman's body. "Three years is a long time, Beyoncé," she replied softly, licking her lips. "A woman can only do so much by herself, even with the assistance of novelty items."

The young woman searched Onika's eyes, looking for any signs she could that would tell her what Onika was thinking or feeling. Gone were any signs of having reacted the way she had and instead in their place was a look of what Beyoncé could only describe as complete lust, even though she'd certainly never been on the receiving end of one.

"Onika, you know at some point, we should tal-"

Immediately the dark haired woman dipped her head and captured her lover's dark pink lips, effectively silencing her. "No talking right now," she mumbled against Beyoncé's lips. "Later."

"N-"

Onika kissed Beyoncé again, this time with more fervor, slipping her tongue between parted lips. "Just let me do this for you right now," she whispered, grinding her pelvis against the brunette.

Beyoncé bit her lip and worried it between her teeth. For all her previous bravado touching Onika, she suddenly felt nervous and insecure about the older woman reciprocating.

Onika pulled back, lifting her upper body to observe Beyoncé. "Bey, are you okay?" Her voice was tender, loving, but concerned.

"I'm nervous. It's," Beyoncé hesitated, whispering, "it's like my first time all over again." She blushed and looked away.

The older woman sat up completely this time, cupping Beyoncé jaw in the process. "We don't have to. We could just lie here together."

"No, I want you to, if you want to. I'm, uh," Beyoncé paused, still blushing and looking away again before meeting her lover's brown eyes. "I'm really turned on right now, especially because you're naked on top of me."