kitchen, drinking a glass of whiskey. I need something strong for the tsunami of emotions running through me. I’m not sure if I’m interpreting her message correctly, but from what I can tell…there’s an ex-boyfriend’s ass I need to kick and an orgasm I need to give.
How is it possible that she has never had an orgasm before with a man? I always take care of my woman, and making sure she’s satisfied is my top priority. Stupid fucking college guys that only care about themselves.
It’s getting late, and just as I’m starting to worry that she decided to spend the night at her friend’s place, I hear a car door shut outside.
The front door opens, followed by the sound of her walking up the stairs to her room.
This is it, my last chance to come to my senses and leave her alone. Then I think about her upstairs in her bedroom all alone, never having experienced pleasure like she deserves, and my anger and determination are back.
I take the final swig of my whiskey. Here goes nothing.
The steps are quiet underneath my feet as I take slow, careful strides upstairs. When I get to her bedroom, I tap gently on her door.
Her door opens slowly. ‘Hi,’ she whispers when she opens it.
She’s still in her red dress, but all her makeup is removed. It leaves me with the view of a naturally beautiful face that never needed makeup to begin with.
‘How was your night?’ I ask.
Her head leans to the side as I see the look of confusion on her face. She’s wondering what I’m doing at her door at one in the morning. Hell, part of me is wondering the same damn thing.
‘Umm, it was good. Is everything okay?’ she questions me.
I start to walk into her room without permission. With each step that I take forward, she takes one back.
‘No. For the last couple hours, I’ve been playing your text message in my head over and over again.’
Her head falls into his hands as she shakes her head. ‘Oh my gosh, I’m so humiliated. I can’t believe I sent that. I’m so sorry. Please just forget I—’
‘I wasn’t done talking, Alexis,’ I say with an edge.
She peeks out from her hands.
‘I don’t know what kind of boys you’ve been with,” I bring my hand out to caress her cheek, ‘but I can’t let you go another second without showing you that there’s not a damn thing you could do to disappoint me. And that you not getting off is not a you problem. That’s a man’s job. And instead of the guy owning up to the fact that he doesn’t have the slightest clue what a real woman like you needs, he decided to make you feel bad about it.’
Her eyes look at me curiously.
‘Are you going to show me?’ she whispers.
‘Do you want me to show you?’ I ask, desperate for her reply.
She nods her head quickly.
‘Go lie down on the bed. I’m going to show you that you can relax enough to enjoy what I do to you.’
She releases a breathy gasp that makes my dick hard. Down, boy. Tonight is not about you.
‘You want me to…lie down on my bed?’ she stutters out. ‘What if…I…I…can’t with you either?’
‘I’m not going to be the one getting you off tonight. I’m just going to show you that I can make you feel good. No pressure. When I feel like I’ve accomplished that, I’ll leave the room and you can either finish yourself off or not. But I’m damn well going to start to change your mind about what a man can make you feel. Now…I’m not going to ask again. Go. Get. On. Your. Bed.’
I know she wants me, but I also know that if I don’t push her, she’ll continue to write this narrative about herself that is complete bullshit.
She takes small steps until she reaches her bed. I watch her start to shrink in on herself as her chin hits her chest and her shoulders sag.
‘Do you trust me?’ I ask her, pulling her chin up until her eyes meet mine.
I wait with bated breath for her answer, wanting desperately for her to say yes.
‘I do,’ she finally answers.
‘Good,’ I respond hoarsely, trying to get my emotions in check. ‘Now, lie back. I promise I’m going to make you feel good.’
She sits on the bed, then scoots back before lying all the way down. Her ragged breaths put emphasis on her significant breasts as they rise and fall. With her brown hair splayed across the white comforter and her red dress hugging her body, I realize I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.
‘Spread your legs, Alexis. I need to get a look at your pretty pussy.’
Her eyes open wide at my words. I can tell no one’s ever talked to her like this before. She’s never been with a man who will take control and tell her exactly what’s on his mind. I’m going to show her how easy it is to get out of her head.
My hands come up to her knees before they head down the inside of her thighs. I reach up to her hips and grab her matching red underwear, slowly sliding them down her legs until I toss them on the floor. With my hands back on her knees, I push her legs open to reveal the sexiest pussy I’ve ever seen.
Fuck, my dick is begging to slide into that slick warmth right now.
With a featherlike touch, I skim my fingers down the outside of her legs until they reach her hips. Then I work my fingers over her stomach and down her sides, back to her waist.
‘Just focus on my touch,’ I whisper to her.
She closes her eyes as she takes in the connection of our skin. I continue my movements, getting closer and closer to her clit with each pass. Eventually, her hips lift off the bed every time my fingers get close as she tries to force my fingers to brush her clit.
‘Do you want my touch, baby? It seems like you want me to touch your pussy,’ I ask her.
Her eyes open, and as soon as she meets my gaze, she bites her lip and nods her head up and down quickly.
I lie down on the bed so my side is touching hers. I want to be close to her when I finally sink my fingers into her.
‘Keep your eyes on me,’ I command.
With that, I bring my free hand back to her hips and drag my fingers over her clit. As soon as I make contact, a gasp escapes her.
I smile down at her. She’s sensitive. She won’t have a problem getting off, not with me.
My fingers run several slow circles around her clit before they drop down to her entrance, where she is soaking wet.
‘Fuck, baby. You’re soaked. That’s so damn sexy.’
I see a slight blush appear on her cheeks.
‘Nothing to be embarrassed about. There’s nothing sexier than a woman who is desperate for her man to touch her.’
I realize I just referred to myself as her man. It should bother me, but all it does is make my dick twitch in excitement.
Her breasts are calling for me. I reach for the top of her dress and pull it down with her bra until her breast is exposed. I lean down and take her nipple into my mouth. She moans as I suck and lick at her, my hand going back to her entrance, where I push in one finger. It’s my turn to growl into her breast as I feel her tight walls on just one finger.
Shit! She would squeeze the fuck out of my dick.
I try to start slow so she can adjust to me. Once her moisture is coated everywhere, I add a second finger. I stop sucking on her breast so I can look at her.
Her face is mixed with pleasure and surprise. I don’t think she was expecting it to feel like this. It’s new for me, as well. I didn’t think I was going to feel so unhinged and desperate for more.
I push my fingers all the way in and keep them there as I shake my hand up and down, knowing I’m hitting her spot. She lets out another moan, followed directly by whimpering, her jaw falling open.
‘Does it feel good, baby?’ I ask her.
She nods at me with vigor. My thumb moves over her clit and starts to rub circles as my fingers continue to work her. As I feel her wetness increase and her walls start to twitch, I know she’s close.
As much as it kills me, I pull my fingers out and stop, keeping true to my promise that I wasn’t going to get her off.
‘Why did you stop?’ Her voice sounds tortured.
‘I told you I wasn’t going to get you off. I just wanted you to see I could make it feel good. No pressure.’
Her mouth is hung open as I pick myself up off the bed. Her perfect pink pussy is glistening at me, and I have to adjust my dick.
‘Now I’m going to leave this room. If you want to finish yourself off, you are free to do so. Or you can just go to bed. I think you should get off, baby. You deserve it.’
I manage to get myself to her door and close it behind me. That took herculean effort to walk away, but I didn’t want to push her. I can’t help it, I put my ear to the door and listen, hoping to hear something. When I hear soft whimpers and ultimately a louder finish, I know she just touched herself.
‘Good girl,’ I whisper and turn around to walk downstairs to my bedroom.
I go straight to my shower and strip off my clothes. As soon I’m under the water, my hand is on my dick. Images of Alexis on her knees as she takes me into her mouth, her lying back on the bed while I feast on her pussy, are floating through my head while I pump myself hard. It doesn’t take long before I’m blowing ropes of cum onto the shower floor.
What am I going to do with this attraction to my nanny? We’ve already crossed a line. Now I have to wait until tomorrow to see how she acts around me.
One thing I know for sure: I’ve gotten my taste… and I want more.
