A Nanny for Christmas

He was grinning. “Don’t worry. It’ll be fine, Lindsay. We just need to make sure you’re really wet and ready for me.”

“Oh. How do we do that?”

Ben grinned. “A few orgasms should do the trick.”

He stalked me. That was the only word for it. There was a predatory gleam in his eyes, and it sent my fight-or-flight instincts surging. I didn’t give in to either impulse and somehow remained standing still as he approached. When his hands touched me, I was his. There was no escape—not that I wanted to be anywhere else.

He lifted me into his arms like I weighed nothing, and carried me to the bed, just like a hero in an old movie. I loved romantic movies, but hadn’t expected to ever feel like I was in one. I didn’t want to fool myself into believing this was the path to true love and happily-ever-after.

It was only as he laid me down and started kissing me that I started thinking about happy-ever-afters. His kisses were sweetly tantalizing, each one hotter than the next. With a moan, I tried to blot out thoughts of romance, not wanting to indulge in dangerous fantasies that could break my heart. I just wanted to be there, in that moment, with Ben. It felt so good; couldn’

t that be enough?

He was determined to learn every inch of me with his lips. Starting with my eyelids, he pressed light kisses all over my face before moving to my neck, and then my chest. I groaned as he tugged lightly on the nipple, somehow making it grow even harder with his touch.

“Oh, God,” I gasped when his mouth moved to my breast to graze his lips and teeth over my rosy nipple before drawing it into his mouth. I hadn’t lied when I’d told him I was innocent. I’d never gotten past kissing and light petting with other boyfriends. This was all new to me, and in the past, if I’m honest, it wasn’t usually so great. Ben made every new touch amazing.

It was even more exciting when his tongue traced a path down my belly. My stomach quivered visibly as he moved over it, and I tensed with anticipation. I’d left my panties on—I’d been too shy to remove them. He simply tore them away in a quick motion that shocked me, but certainly didn’t hurt. “You ripped them,” I gasped.

He lifted his head, poised over me like a massive beast, and there was wildness in his eyes that let me know he wasn’t as in control as he seemed. “They were in the way. I have to taste you.”

I spread my thighs and tangled my hands into his thick hair, as he moved his path of kisses to my thighs and then my furrow. I closed my eyes as his lips teased lightly over my lips. A gush of wetness accompanied the light flick of his tongue against my clit, and I arched to meet his mouth as he pressed it into my hot flesh.

Breathless new sounds of wonder and pleasure escaped as he licked my pussy, lapping at my nectar. I clutched the duvet in my hands and did my best just to survive the sensations. I didn’t know how to process this kind of mind-blowing pleasure. “Ben,” I managed to say in a gasp as my second orgasm ever—the first from his expert tongue—built and ripped through me.

I was still saying his name two intense orgasms later, but with a hint of pleading. “Please…I can’t take it anymore.”

He groaned as he tore himself away, but then he stood up. His cock was hard and straight, the head a bright purple that looked almost angry. It swayed and bobbed as he moved to the nightstand before coming back to me.

When he lay down between my legs again, I saw the condom wrappers he’d dropped nearby. “Six? You’re optimistic.”

He laughed, looking a touch self-conscious. “I just grabbed a handful. We don’t have to use them all tonight.”

“I’m just thinking I’d like to be able to walk tomorrow.”

“Walking’s overrated when you could just stay in bed and get fucked.”

The words made me tremble, but not with fear. “I want you so bad, Ben. I just wanted to make sure you know that. For sure.”

He stopped to press a tender kiss to my mouth. “I know it. I want you too.”

I closed my eyes again, listening to him open the foil packet. I couldn’t hear the condom actually sliding on his cock, but I felt the head nudge against my opening a moment later. I took a deep breath and struggled not to stiffen as he slid inside me.

I whimpered at a flash of pain that was gone almost as quickly as it came. I opened my eyes wide, and his eyes were tender.

“Just relax. It might hurt for a bit, but I promise it will feel good soon.”

I nodded, biting my lip. I guess I expected him to just plunge inside, but he still moved in a slow, controlled, way. When he was in, tears came to my eyes, but his mouth was there to lick them away before they could travel very far down my cheeks.

He pressed until he was fully inside me. “Is it okay, Lindsay?”

“It’s fine, thanks.” I giggled since I sounded so polite, even though I was filled with strange new sensations. “And you?”

“Jesus Christ, you feel fantastic. Let me know when you think I can move, because holding still in your tight, wet pussy is about the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

He wasn’t just saying that because he thought I’d want pretty words. He was genuinely having a hard time not fucking the shit out of me right then and there. “You can move.” I wasn’t sure how ready I had to be, but I was ready to try.

The first few thrusts hurt a tiny bit, but less and less with each. By the time he’d set a pace, deep pleasure was building again. The pain was a memory, and with every thrust I was enjoying it more. I moved my hips with his, and he smiled at me before letting out a deep moan.