Six Single Dads' Nanny (Love by Numbers 5)

Jordan was typically a very dirty talker, but the only sounds around us were the sloshing of water as Jordan repositioned herself and lined me up to her hole. She lowered herself over me, and the heat of the water mixed with the heat of Jordan’s pussy was like the best kind of therapy. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close to me as she started to roll her hips back and forth, pleasuring herself on my dick. Ordinarily, I was primal during sex, but something about Jordan made me want to take my time and make sure that I’d taken in every bit of her.

“Let’s go to the bed,” I said.

Jordan nodded. “Yeah.”

She stood up, and I let out a light huff as I dropped out of her. I wanted to be back in her as soon as I could. I led her to my bedroom and she pushed me to lay me back onto the bed. Our bodies were still dripping wet from the bath, but neither of us could be bothered to care. Jordan climbed on top of me, and was about to place herself back on my cock, but I pulled at her legs until her pussy was hovering over my face. She grabbed onto my dick and started to work it up and down in her hands and I stuck out my tongue and started to slurp up her clit.

“Yes, Rogan,” she moaned. I smacked her ass lightly, intentionally trying to keep things romantic and calm. I flipped my tongue back and forth and she started to rock her hips back and forth on my mouth. “I have to have you.”

She slid backwards until she was directly over my dick. She pulled on my muscular arms and I sat up. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me again slithering her tongue into my mouth. I used my hands to guide her pussy back down over my dick. It had been chilled from being wet and exposed to the air, so when Jordan dropped down, the heat from inside was intense.

I breathed out. “Shit, that feels good.”

Jordan didn’t let me get many words out. She kept her lips latched to mine as we thrusted our bodies against one another, making love without a care for anyone else in the world. I wrapped my hands around her back and hugged her close. I thought about how Jordan had admitted to me that she thought she was falling in love with us, and it made the moment even more special to me. I could feel that I was falling for her too. I didn’t ever want the night to end.

“I’m gonna come,” Jordan sang, to the sound of thunder starting up to match the rain outside.

“Me too,” I responded.

Jordan continued to ride me until I was grunting and groaning. Her hips twitched and her pussy tightened around me as she came, and it was enough to take me over with her. I thrust up into her until my own hips went weak and my legs started to feel like they were made of jelly. Jordan laid her head against my shoulder and I leaned back, taking her with me until we were laying in the middle of the bed. I grabbed one of the throw blankets nearby and pulled it over us, with the storm rumbling on outside, and us both basking in the afterglow of our passion, we both drifted off to sleep.

17

Jordan

I was simply and purely elated with the way things were going in my life. On days when I didn’t have to work, I was wishing I was at work, and when I was at work, I was wishing it could be my all day, everyday life.

The guys seemed to take any opportunity I wasn’t with the kids to spend time with me themselves, but they also had to be careful to make sure they were still using some of their free time to be with their children as well, and it sometimes left me on days like the one I was currently on, when I was without any kids and any men. I didn’t like it.

“Ma’am?”

I snapped out of my cogitation and remembered I was standing in my favorite local coffee shop waiting for one of their seasonal drinks.

“Yes,” I said. “Sorry.”

“Santa Claus Frapp?” the barista on the other side of the counter said, holding out a drink for me.

“Yes,” I replied, taking it from him. “Thank you.”

“No problem. Happy Holidays,” he said with a wide smile.

“You too.” I took my drink and made my way to the exit.

The streets of Dallas were officially ‘Christmas.’ Folks in Dallas in particular loved decorating for the holidays, and there wasn’t a road you could drive down that didn’t have shimmering lights covering all their trees and hanging from their store fronts, and there was even a maladie of tacky, blow-up creatures. I loved it. Christmas just made me feel warm inside, and with the kids and their dads in my life, I had every reason to be totally at peace with my life.