Six Single Dads' Nanny (Love by Numbers 5)

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pushed her up against the wall next to the fireplace. Her arms linked behind my neck and pulled me close, and I didn’t resist the urge to kiss her any longer. My lips smashed against hers like a wave on the shore, and my whole body ached with a desire to have her. I squeezed her hips as we made out, pushing my knee forward to press her pussy through her pants. At first she gave in, grinding herself down on my leg, and letting out short, pleasured breaths into my mouth, but then she stopped and pulled herself away.

“Why?” I asked.

She chuckled. “Trey.”

She pecked me one more time on the lips and then pushed me away and walked around me. I followed her as she walked down the hall and into the living room, where we saw Trey passed out with his head leaning back over his chair. She tiptoed into the room, moved his table, and picked him up. A ghost image of Eva caring for Trey drifted through my mind, but the image of Jordan doing it pushed it out. She was already helping me recover from what I’d once lost. She was so motherly to Trey already, and I could sense that she was already moving into the hole we’d both had inside of us for a really long time.

She carried Trey into his bedroom, tucked him in, and gave him a gentle kiss. He settled into his covers, way quicker than was typical for him, and a few seconds later he was snoozing quietly.

She was barely out of the room before I was on her, with my hands snaked into her hair, and my lips sucking against hers. We were a tornado as we made our way down the hallway, just trying to make it to my bed, or really any surface that could hold us up. I dropped her down onto my bed, and settled over her, keeping my lips locked to hers, only parting long enough to allow her to pull my shirt up and over my head.

I pulled at her lips with my teeth, reveling in the way she moaned quietly and arched her back just enough to press her breasts against me, and rub against my sheathed cock with her leg. My heart was pounding as I slid my hands up her torso and pushed her shirt up her body. When her stomach was revealed, I moved my mouth down to her stomach and kissed and licked her skin, loving the sweetness it left on my taste buds. I was parched and Jordan was my drink of choice.

She pulled her top off her head, and I slid my hands around her back to the clasp of her bra. I undid it, and pulled her bra aside, letting it drop to the floor. Her pert, full breasts were perfect, and I ducked in to lick them. I teased one with my tongue while flicking the nipple of the other with my fingers and Jordan cried out with pleasure. She threaded her fingers into my hair and rubbed my head gently while I sucked on her breasts, taking the time to give them adequate attention. I continued to kiss and lick them, leaving dark marks of my presence behind, while I laced a hand between us and undid the button to her jeans. She wiggled her hips, tempting me, as I dipped my hand inside and started to rub her pussy through the fabric of her panties.

“Harrison,” she moaned at me, and I could feel my own pants constricting where I hadn’t yet released my dick, but it was going to have to wait.

Her underwear were already wet, and I slid my middle finger along her engorged clit. I kept the article between us for the moment, to tease her and grow the tension while I continued sucking her boobs in earnest. I took my time, pleasuring her in all of her sweet spots, staying just out of range of the goal. I knew what she wanted, the way she bucked her hips against my hand was a clear indicator of it, but I’d waited a while to have Jordan and I had no intentions of rushing the process. I kissed my way down her stomach, over her belly button, and landed at her waistline. I pulled her jeans free of her body, and placed a litany of kisses along her hip bones, even taking a few nibbles, all of which made her cry out. She had sensitive hips, and that was incredibly exciting to me.

I slid my way back up her body, and once her hands could reach my pants, she started to push them aside. I obliged her wishes, and allowed her to send them away, aiding her only when they got too low for her to push any further. I kicked the pants off, and Jordan started to rub my dick under the cloth of my boxers.