by Katy Kaylee
He gently pushed me backwards, allowing me to sit on the edge of the seating area, the steam flowing all around us. He kissed my neck, gently sucking on the skin of my chest while unhooking my bra with expertise and skill. I didn't know where my bra ended up, nor did I actually care when his tongue played around my nipples, sucking on them. Shocks of delight travelled through my body multiple times and I arched my back.
Picking up on my cue immediately, his lips traveled down my waist, and came to a slow stop just above the elastic of my panties. His lips skimmed the sensitive skin and his warm breath was the perfect combination for my senses. He slowly slid my panties down and spread my legs ever so gently. I felt his breath on the inside mod my thigh and I braced myself.
This was going to be fucking amazing, I just knew it.
Fuck, was I right.
His tongue danced around my clit, finding just the right spot, before sucking it, sending me into a new level of ecstasy. My hips arched as I fought not to let everything flood out of me – it was too soon for that. I wanted to enjoy this, savor the moment having his lips against my clit. I moaned loudly, knowing that there was no possible way that anyone would hear us and I glanced t him. Our eyes met for a few seconds and his brown eyes pushed me over the edge.
“Oh god,” I panted but he did stop.
He knew exactly what he was doing, and I was so fucking thankful for that.
His lips left my clit and for a moment I felt abandoned, but as soon as his throbbing rock hard cock entered me, that feeling was replaced by something else. He grabbed my hips and fucked me the way I had always wanted to be fucked. He fucked me the way every woman should be fucked at least once in her lifetime.
“Don’t stop,” I panted, begged.
Of course he stopped and I took this opportunity to take the reigns. I sat up and patted the empty spot beside me. He didn't hesitate for a moment, which pleased the shit out of me, and sat down on the marble. I climbed on top of him, guiding his cock inside of me. Now it was my turn to ride him.
He grabbed my tits as I moved my hips in a circular motion, thrusting him deeper and deeper inside me. I planted my hands down on his chest, and our eyes locked again. There was something primal in his eyes, like he had unleashed an inner animal. The brown of his eyes swirled, and his lips were parted, allowing the deep and sexy baritone moans to grace my ears.
He grabbed my wrists suddenly, pushed himself up into a sitting position and whispered, “Do your worst.”
Challenge accepted, baby, I thought to myself, and although I didn't say a word to him in return, the expression on my face was as clear as daylight. I rode him until the muscles in my legs started to burn, but it didn't matter at that moment. This was too good to stop.
In one swift, and rather sudden movement, Dillon grabbed my hips and lifted me off him. The marble was cool against my warm skin as he set me down and backed away from me for a second.
Dillon
If I didn't stop right now, it would end much sooner than I wanted it to, and I definitely didn't want that, but when I stepped away from her, her facial expression was full of desperation.
“What are you doing?” she panted.
“Turn around,” I ordered.
She slid off the step and stood in front of me, staring at me with eyes on fire. Her desire mimicked my own and I motioned to her to turn around. She bit her bottom lip before slowly turning around. I placed my hand on the small of her back and pressed her upper body down onto the step, making sure I don’t do it with too much force. I grabbed her hip with my other hand, still holding her in place and shoved myself inside her with more force than the previous time. She started to moan once again and it made me harden even more than I already was.
“Oh, you like that?” I asked as I tangled my fingers into her blonde hair.
“Fuck yeah,” she panted, which pleased the fuck out of me.
I watched as the muscles on her back clench as she gripped the edge of the step, giving me a little bit of a distraction as I tried desperately to hold out on my own climax for a few seconds while quickening my pace. I wanted this to last for as long as I possibly could, but I could only take this much. I smacked her ass a few times before I felt her tightening around me, and gripped her hip right before I let loose inside her. The orgasm was powerful as it ripped through my body and spilled over into hers. Sweat ran down my back as I stepped away from her and untangled my fingers from her hair.
Her breathing is labored as she pushed herself up and turned towards me. Her face was flushed and there was a film of perspiration on her skin. Her eyes were ablaze and electric, sending pulses through me, just as my orgasm had. It was hard to breathe, especially in the sauna, but our thoughts were so loud that it didn’t matter where we were.
We knew exactly what the other was thinking, which made it even better.
Half an hour later, Malia and I sat on the balcony, each with a glass of bourbon, staring out at the night sky. It was past one in the morning, but neither one of us was tired at all. I watched as she stretched her legs out in front of her, her feet pressed up against the balustrade.
The silence between us was neither distancing, nor uncomfortable, which was nice. It mean that we were comfortable with one another, even after what had happened. Or was it because it happened?
I glanced at her, wanting to let my thoughts spill out of my mouth, but I wasn't sure whether that was such a good idea. I had a lot of thoughts whirling around inside my mind but they didn't make any sense. There were also a lot of feelings inside me which I didn't know what to do with. I hadn’t felt these kinds of feelings in a long time, and it was both terrifying and comforting at the same time.
“Whatever it is that you want to say, you can,” she said in a soft tone.
“Why makes you think I want to say something?” I asked.
“You look like you have something on your mind, and it’s bothering you. Your eyebrows press together slightly and your lips make a pertly straight line across your face,” she answered.
I cocked my head at her and relaxed my face. “I find it oddly appealing that you know those details about me.”
“Some might find it terrifying or unsettling,” she shrugged, “but not you, though. Why is that?”
“I have no idea,” I sighed, “but there is something on my mind.”
“You can tell me.”
“Not having you here for more than a day, it drove me crazy. It made me feel inadequate and out of my depth, not because I felt like a failure, or that I couldn’t take care of Willow by myself. I felt out of my depth because you weren’t here, and I didn’t know how much I needed you to be here,” I answered.
She glanced the and sat upright, resting her elbows on her thighs, but didn't say a word.
“I know that this thing between us is a little unconventional and it’s not something that I would usually do,” I said and glanced at her, her eyes fixed on mine, “but there’s something about the ease of this that just pulls me in. I’ve never been this comfortable around someone. My last relationship ended very badly, and I vowed to myself that I wouldn’t allow anyone to make me feel like that again. I deserved to be happy, and I closed myself off people, especially women. Willow was the only female that had my heart, you know.”
“Yeah, I know,” she answered quietly.
“Opening up to someone, like I’m doing right now is scary, but you make it less scary. So, thank you for that.”
A slow smile formed on her beautiful lips and she nodded. “You’re welcome.”
I exhaled slowly. “I never knew how much better I could feel gettin that off my chest.”
“Speaking of getting something off your chest, I have something to say as well, but it’s not as profound as your. Mine’s just a little confession, I guess,” she said and lowered her gaze.
“Okay, let me hear it.”
She took a deep breath and tucked her blonde hair behind her ears. “Well, ever since I started working here, I had
a bit of a crush on you.”
“What?” I asked incredulously.
“It’s true.”
“Why am I only hearing about this now?” I asked.
“Oh, come on, Dillon. Get real. I couldn’t just tell you that,” she muttered. “You were my boss.”
“I still am. So why are you telling me this now?” I asked and raised an eyebrow at her.
“I guess I just wanted you to know.”
I glanced at her, her blue eyes brightened by the light coming from the pool below us and a hint of a smile formed on my lips.
“Malia, would it be inappropriate for me to ask if you still did have a crush on me?”
“Not at all. I still do,” she answered, “but…”
“You think it will complicate things, right?” I asked.
“That too, but that wasn't what I wanted to say,” she answered. “Over the past weeks things have changed and although it feels like it’s for the worst and what we’re doing is completely wrong, I can’t sit here and tell you that it’s just a crush. You’re all that I think about, Dillon.”
As I opened my mouth to say something, she shook her head and interrupted me. “Please just let me finish. I have to get this out, okay?”
I nodded wordlessly and glanced at her, waiting for her to finish.
“You’re more amazing than you give yourself credit for. You’re an amazing father to Willow, you’re successful and fucking hot. I just guess I just feel a bit insecure at times because I feel that you’re too good to be with someone like me. I thought you were totally out of my league and then,” she paused and glanced at me. “Then last week happened, and earlier tonight happened, and I can’t help but think that I am just the person who you can distract yourself from, because I don’t want to be that.”
“You’re not,” I said and reached for a lock of blonde hair which feel into her face and tucked it back behind her ear. “You’re so much more than that, Malia.”
She wrapped her fingers around my wrist and pressed my palm against her cheek. “You mean that?”
“Yes, and to prove it, I’m going to ask you out on a date.”
“You are?” she stuttered and shook her head. “I mean, you don’t have to prove it to me, Dillon, but a date sounds nice. There’s only one problem with that.”
“What?”
“I don’t want Willow to know.”
“Why not?”
“Because she thinks that I’m too young for you,” she said.
“Why would she say that?” I asked. “When did she even say that?”
“We were talking about how you never brought any of your dates home to meet her, and I just told her that you’re looking for someone worthy to bring home, she answered with a shrug. “Then she said that I was the only one other woman you trusted and that maybe I can be your girlfriend. Of course I told her it was a ridiculous idea and she agreed, saying I was a little young for you.”
I stared at her in slight disbelief and grinned. “Do you think she is right? Are you too young for me?”
“I don’t know. I just don’t want to be known as the nanny who seduced and fucked her boss,” she said.
“What do you want to be known as?”
“To the world I want to be known as Willow’s nanny. That’s it,” she shrugged. “If we were to date, and start having a relationship, I just want to keep it quiet for now. Heaven knows I don’t want to give your ex-wife ammunition to take Willow away from you. That is the last things that I want. I also don’t want to tell Willow right away because I am not even sure how she’d going to react when she hears about us.”
“I understand. We keep this,” I said and motioned to the air between us, “to ourselves for a bit, until we’re sure how we want to proceed.”
“That sounds great. I just don’t want Willow to hate me,” she sighed.
“She could never hate you, and neither could I,” I said with the utmost sincerity.
“So, this is it then? We’re dating now?”
“I guess so,” I answered. “It seems a little anticlimactic.”
“Well, in comparison to what happened in the sauna, anything is,” she said and smacked her lips.
“Right,” I whispered, tempted by her lips.
I leaned in closer to her, and pressed my lips against hers. Her lips were sweet from the bourbon and everything seemed to fade away for a moment.
“Your lips are amazing,” I whispered against her mouth.
She pulled away slowly and sighed, “I think that’s enough for tonight.”
“Yeah, I guess would should call it a night, right?” I asked.
“Yeah, but it was one hell of a night though,” she chuckled and kissed me again.
She stood from the deckchair and before she entered the house, she glanced at me over her shoulder and said, “Good night, Dillon.”
“Good night,” I whispered in return and watched her leave.
I sat back against the backrest and let out a slow breath. The night had seemed so surreal, yet I could still smell her on my fingers and taste her on my tongue.
I sat on the balcony, gazing out at the dark horizon and smiled happily to myself. This wasn’t what I had planned for, but my god it felt good though. Now I truly did have everything I had ever wanted.
Malia’s words about Jade echoed through my mind for a while, and I understood where she was coming from. Jade would stop at nothing to take Willow away from me, and by announcing that I was in a relationship with Willow’s nanny would bring on its own set of problems. Of course Jade and the press will have a field day, we’ll be housed by the press and our semi-normal life would just be turned completely on its head.
Malia had known all this hence why she suggested we keep this between us for the time being. She was not only beautiful and smart, but she was considerate as well, and always thought about how her choices and decisions would impact Willow.
She had been the person I needed in my life all along.
Malia
It had been an exciting and somewhat stressful few days, and even though I knew it was better keeping our new relationship a secret, it was better that way. Dillon and I spent most of our nights together on the couch, while Willow was asleep. We didn't have that awkward ‘getting ti know each other’ phase, as we knew a lot about each other already. The things we didn't know was soon brought to light, and I loved how casually and slow we were taking things emotionally. Sexually however, it was a riot.
Sure, I felt guilty for not telling Willow about it – and I was sure that Dillon did as well – but it was what he decided and we were going to stick with it. From tomorrow things would get a little more complicated, as Willow’s school was closing for the summer, and we’d be spending all our days together. It wasn't a problem for me, but somehow, I knew that the truth about Dillon and I would come out. At least then we could stop sneaking around and pretending that we don’t like each other.
I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel of my car as I waited for the final bell to ring and rested my head against the headrest. The air conditioner was set on high and the cold air blasted into my face. It was another scorcher of a day, and all I felt like doing was lounging out by the pool, in the shade. Hopefully Willow didn't have too much energy this afternoon.
The bell rang, children flooded from the doors and scattered to their parents’s cars, much too eager to start their three-month-long vacation. I noticed Willow walking casually to the car and I cocked my head at her as she climbed inside.
“Hey, Malia,” she said and closed the door.
“So, how does it feel to finally be on vacation?” I asked with a cheerful smile.
“Good, I guess. I haven’t really thought about it, but I guess it won’t really be a vacation if Daddy’s working all the time,” she shrugged.
“I’m sure he won’t be working as much during the day. Who knows, he might even surprise you with something,” I said as I backed out of the parking space and drove home.
“I hope so. I really want to spend some time with him. Go to the beach, the carnival by the pier,” she sighed. “There’s all kinds of fun things to do in the summer, and I hope I don’t miss any of it.”
“You won’t. I’ll make sure of it,” I smiled.
She nodded contently and glanced out the window. It was quiet in the car for a few moments until she asked, “How long have you and Daddy been together?”
Her question took me by surprise, so much that I slammed on the breaks and glanced at her with wide eyes. “What did you say?”
“You heard me,” she said and narrowed her eyes.
I felt the blood drain from my cheeks and I sighed. The sound of blaring car horns whirled me back to reality and I waved apologetically in the rearview mirror. I carried on driving for a few seconds before pulling over to the side of the road. I took a deep breath and turned to Willow, who glanced at me expectantly.
“Willow, I…” Truthfully, I didn't even know what to say to her. She deserved to know the truth, and I felt guilty enough not telling her from the start. “I’m so sorry. Your dad and I, it just kind of happened. We didn't plan on it at all, and we just wanted to keep it quiet until we were sure that it was what we wanted.”
“So you didn't tell me because you were afraid that I would get my hopes up?” she asked.
I frowned and pouted my lips for a moment. “That’s right,” I answered hesitantly.
“My dad’s very picky, you know.”
“I know,” I said with a sigh. “How did you know about me and your dad?”
“I saw you kissing on the deck the other night. You both looked pretty happy,” she said.
