The Lawyer's Nanny_A Single Daddy Romance

by Emerson Rose

  “You feel so fucking good,” I murmur into her mouth as my hands travel up her back taking her dress with it.

  “I thought we weren’t supposed to talk,” she says still kissing me.

  “Dirty talk is okay.”

  She smiles and starts a trail of kisses down my neck to my ear.

  “I don’t know how to dirty talk.”

  “I’ll bet you do.” I slide my hands into her tiny lace panties to cup her ass and push my hips up so she can feel my length growing between her legs.

  She moans and I decide to teach her something new. “See, that feels good doesn’t it?”

  “Yes.”

  “How good Charlotte? Tell me exactly how good my cock feels against your pussy. What does it do to you?”

  “So good, you’re so hard, so big, I want you to put it inside me and make me come.”

  “You do? Where do you want me to put it baby, in your mouth, in your pussy, in your ass? You tell me and I’ll do whatever you want.”

  “I, I’ve only had it one place and that felt really good.”

  I have to remind myself that her only sexual experiences have been with me. I move my hands to the sides of her face and pull her back so I can see her.

  “Baby, I’ll start there because it felt amazing for me too and I love your tight little pussy but since you’re leaving me tomorrow I’m going to fill you up every way I can tonight.”

  “Oh,” she breathes looking at me with surprised, curious, apprehensive eyes.

  “It’ll all feel good I promise. I want to send you back to school sore and satisfied and I’ll be out next weekend to make sure you stay that way.”

  “Oh,” she breathes again with a pop of one eyebrow.

  “You like that plan?”

  A smile stretches across her face, “I love that plan.”

  “Good. Sit up so I can take this dress over your head and get to work.”

  She does as she’s told sitting up and lifting her hands over her head. I sit up to peel it off of her and toss it on the floor leaving her in the sexy lace panties and fuck me heels.

  “Fuck you’re so beautiful. I wish you didn’t have to go back to school, a man could get used to all this.” I press a kiss between her perky breasts cupping them with my hands. She sighs and gasps when I take her stiff nipple in my mouth sucking and circling it with my tongue. Her hands are on my chest roaming around feeling every chiseled muscle of my abs and brushing her thumbs over my nipples.

  I turn to put my feet on the floor, slide my hands under her ass and stand. I’m taking her to my bed. I’m not into couch sex. I want to be able to get at her and into her every way I can and the couch is not the place for that.

  The walk to my bedroom is far but she’s light as a feather. She’s got herself wrapped around me so tight I could let go and she’d stay right where she is but there’s no way I’m taking my hands off her perfect round ass.

  At the East end of the house there is a long hall, my bedroom is at the end of it isolated from the rest of the house. All of the other bedrooms are on the opposite end to provide myself with ultimate privacy. Not that I have many visitors out here, I usually keep to myself.

  With Charlotte still clinging to my body and our lips still kissing I swing open the double doors and make a beeline for the bed in the center of the room.

  There’s a sliver of light cutting across the room from the walk in closet. Charlotte must have left it on earlier when I gave her the grand tour but that’s not enough for me. I reach under a floor lamp next to my bed and switch it on.

  I like to see her naked, watch her face when she comes, see my hands on her body, make sure she’s real.

  Still locked together I unbutton my pants and step out, my shoes came off at the front door earlier but I insisted she keep her silver stilettos on.

  When my cock springs free she moans feeling it right below her and I slide her body down so her pussy and my cock are aligned. Her body reacts naturally to mine, legs gripping my waist, hips tilting in to bring us closer but I want this to last a while.

  I lay her down on her back but she doesn’t loosen her grip on me and our kiss deepens.

  “You have to let go baby.”

  She whimpers in protest but I go about helping her untangle her legs and peel her arms from my neck. When I’m standing between her legs at the edge of the bed I unbutton and shrug out of my shirt and drag my eyes from her plump lips, that are already swollen from our kissing, down her body and back up.

  That gripping feeling in my chest returns and the thought of being five hours away from her for weeks at a time doesn’t settle well in my gut.

  “You okay?” she asks.

  “Yeah, just thinking about how much I’m gonna miss all of this when you’re gone.”

  “Don’t think about that now, think about this instead.” She stretches her hands out to me, wrists together and bends her knees up placing her feet on the edge of the bed on either side of my thighs.

  We talked about tying her hands yesterday when she couldn’t keep them above her head but I wasn’t sure she was open to it. She is. “I’ll be right back.”

  I have a large collection of kink paraphernalia but Charlotte is special and I don’t want to scare her off. I grab a scarf from the winter gear still hanging right inside the closet door. It hasn’t been warm long enough to put it away and now I’m glad I didn’t.

  Back in the bedroom Charlotte hasn’t moved a muscle and this strikes me as unusual for a woman who is so inexperienced, independent and a little sassy. I would have expected her to flop her arms down in a huff and pout while she waited.

  I move close and tie her hands together. “You’re very obedient, where did you learn that?” I say pressing my knees into the mattress on either side of her to help scoot her to the head of the bed.

  “Obedient?”

  I straddle her and work at tying her hands to the slats on the headboard.

  “Yes, I’ve noticed you listen to directions and respond without question, is that a natural thing for you?”

  When I’m finished I look down into her Caribbean blue eyes.

  “I think so, I’ve never thought about it before.”

  “No one has ever pointed that out to you?”

  “No.”

  “Maybe it’s something you only do in the bedroom?”

  “I wouldn’t know.”

  That’s right, I keep forgetting.

  “Am I doing something wrong?” The worry line in her forehead makes me wish I hadn’t pointed it out. I sit back resting my ass on my heels and smile down at her. “No baby, you’re doing everything right.”

  She releases a breath she’s been holding and I realize how important it is for her to please me. That in and of itself pleases me to no end.

  If there were such thing as a perfect woman this one would be mine.

  17

  Don’t let me fall.

  Charlotte

  Being with Beau is addictive. Every minute I spend talking to him, listening to him, letting him touch me and teach me is better than the one before. I’m going to miss him. A lot.

  Lying tangled in his arms, after three hours of him tending to me in ways I didn’t know I needed, a smolder of panic starts in my tummy where the pop rocks usually reside.

  “Are you tired?”

  “No.” I answer too quickly. I don’t want to sleep, I don’t want to waste a second of time between now and when I step on that plane tomorrow, or today since it’s past midnight. He chuckles and kisses the top of my head.

  “I think you are, and if you weren’t leaving me today I would tell you to get some sleep. But since you are leaving me today I think we should keep exploring boundaries.”

  “There are boundaries?” To this he laughs again.

  “You know what? With you, there don’t seem to be any, you’re right.”

  I snuggle down under his arm against his chest. I wasn’t trying to be funny or clever. I’ve never felt boundarie
s with him, or inhibitions. Being with Beau is like the wide-open plains of Montana, natural and free, like home. I don’t have to pretend or put on an act, he likes me for me and I like him for him and that’s that.

  “Beau?”

  “Yeah, baby.”

  “I have a confession to make.” His muscles twitch, all of them, everywhere.

  “Is this confession going to upset me?”

  “No, I don’t think so.”

  “Then go ahead.”

  “There is a bigger reason I kept my virginity and turned myself into an introvert.”

  “I figured as much. Are you going to tell me what it is?”

  “Yes.” I slide my leg up over his thick muscular one and mold myself against him. It makes me feel safe, safe enough to tell him my story. “My senior year I went to a party at the Kennedy’s house, do you remember Tim and Kim Kennedy?”

  “Yes, unfortunately.”

  “Yeah, well they were part of the crowd I hung out with back then. Everybody was there, our whole class.”

  “You guys had a lot of parties.”

  “We did but this one was different, this one changed me.”

  He sits up and moves me away placing his hands on my shoulders so he can look into my eyes. “If somebody at that party hurt you…”

  “Not me, but a girl named Kylie came to that party. She was painfully shy and quiet. I don’t know how she ended up there, she had never gone to one of our parties before.” As soon as he knew it wasn’t me he relaxed and pulled me back down tucking me under his arm. I resumed my position plastered to his side to finish my story.

  “Continue.”

  “Kylie had never had a boyfriend and some of the football players and their cheerleader girlfriends wanted to mess with her for being a shy introvert.

  To make a long story short, they made her feel like she belonged and got her drunk. I walked past Kim’s parent’s bedroom when Billy Jessup came out zipping up his pants. I went on to the end of the hall and opened the bathroom door. I didn’t think anything of it since every cheerleader on our squad had been having sex with the football players for years. I figured Billy was in there doing it with his girlfriend Wendy but when I went to close the door I saw Mark Stellar come out after him laughing and slapping Billy on the back. They had been in there raping Kylie when she was passed out cold, and they weren’t the only ones.” He squeezes me when I hesitate encouraging me to continue.

  “I stayed quiet and when they were all downstairs I snuck in and checked on her. She was on her back on top of a bunch of coats, her clothes were disheveled and she was barely breathing.”

  “My god Charlotte, was she alive? I never heard anything about this. I was at college but no one ever mentioned it.”

  “She was alive and nobody mentioned it because it got swept under the rug like everything the rich popular kids did. The reason I’m telling you this is because after that night I was embarrassed of who I was. I didn’t want to be one of those people so I kind of, I don’t know, reinvented myself when I went to college. I buckled down and stayed away from people who partied. My life for the past four years has been sleep, eat, study, repeat.”

  “You could never be like them Charlotte.”

  “I was one of them though, and I hated myself when I realized how shallow and materialistic I had become.”

  “You were spoiled, you weren’t a criminal.”

  “I felt criminal when I saw that girl passed out on the bed alone with nobody to protect her. I’d made fun of her shoes earlier that night. They were brown and old. She had those shoes on when I found her. I remember that was the first thing I saw, her feet dangling off the edge of the bed wearing those old worn out shoes.” The burning in my chest catches me by surprise and I swallow past the lump forming in my throat. I haven’t cried about this in years, I thought I was over it.

  Beau sits up and turns around to kneel in front of me on the mattress. He takes my hands in his and looks at me, hard. “You didn’t do that to that girl, it wasn’t your fault. People absorb the traits of those around them. Those people had been your friends since kindergarten you were a follower. The minute you got away from them you switched it up. I’ll bet you weren’t even the first one to make fun of her shoes were you?”

  I wasn’t. It started with, Misty and Kayla, two girls from track. They pounced the second she got there, and they never let up.

  “No.”

  “You need a happy medium baby. You’re not that spoiled girl from high school, but I don’t think you’re the hermit you’ve turned yourself into either.”

  I look down at our hands and consider this. He’s right again. I’m an extremist, I don’t do anything half way it’s always black or white, no grey.

  “Thank you.”

  “For what?”

  “For understanding. For helping me realize that.”

  The corners of his mouth lift in a small smile. “It was nothing.”

  “Not to me.”

  “Okay, we done with the heavy?”

  “Yes, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin the mood.”

  His smile widens, “Nothing can ruin the mood for me baby.”

  “I’ll remember that.”

  Releasing my hands he leans forward and kisses me to prove his point and whispers in my ear, “There’s one place I haven’t explored, you ready?”

  I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready for what he’s referring to but this is a week of firsts and so far he hasn’t mislead me in his pleasure explorations.

  “Yes.”

  He tilts his head down until our eyes are level. “You sure?”

  I nod. “I’m sure.”

  “Turn over.” I do as he asks and listen as he takes something from the drawer of his bedside table. I jerk when I feel the warmth of his legs straddling me. I’m a ball of nervous excited energy.

  “Relax,” he croons kissing my back and massaging my shoulders. I moan instinctively when he digs his thumbs into the base of my neck and instantly become one with the mattress.

  My muscles are sore from last night, every single one of them. I carry my tension in my shoulders and somehow he knows this and works me into putty. When I’m nearly comatose he massages his way down my back to my ass.

  Occasionally he pauses to reapply something that smells like coconut onto my skin. “I love this ass,” he says kneading my plump flesh. His thumbs slide under my cheeks and work their way up, spreading them apart a little more with each stroke. Each time his hands squeeze harder and I hold my pillow tight pushing up and against him.

  I’m ready, he can do anything he wants to me right now and I wouldn’t, no, I couldn’t say no. I have never felt more connected to another person, he’s only known my body for two days and he is a total Charlotte professional.

  His cock brushes against my soaking wet core when he rises up pulling my hips with him. He guides it through my folds, hovers at my entrance without entering and drags the moisture back to the pucker of my ass.

  For a split second I worry about not enough lubricant when I hear the click of a tube being opened and feel cool jelly oozing down my crack. Thank god. If I’ve heard one horror story about losing my virginity, I’ve heard two about anal sex.

  I’m fast learning that Beau knows what the hell he’s doing and that trusting him is wise. He said losing my virginity wouldn’t hurt and he was so right. When he slid his cock in my mouth he told me I’d enjoy it and I did, more than I imagined possible.

  He said he would help my family and he came through in a big, big way. He promised to find out who my sister is dating and within hours he had an answer for me.

  Beau is a man of his word and he promised to take this slow and easy. I trust him enough to push aside my trepidations and give my body to him to please and to take pleasure from.

  So when the tip of his cock eases into my body I relax and let him in.

  “You doin okay baby?”

  “Yeah,” I answer and I am, I’m very okay. So far
the mild pressure feels good.

  “Do you need me to stop?”

  “No.”

  He pushes deeper, not much, just a little but this is different. A sharp sting zips through me, and he stops. “Take a deep breath baby.” I do what he says and blow it out. He pulls my hips up so my ass is in the air without penetrating deeper and slips his hand around to massage my clit, which does wonders for relaxing me again.

  An ahhh escapes my lips and he pushes deeper and circles faster. My mind isn’t sure which sensation to focus on there are too many happening at the same time. In the end when he is gliding in and out and working my clit into frenzy I grab ahold of the holy fucking hell sensation and let go screaming into my pillow gripping the sheets.

  The scent of coconut mixed with sweat and sex is now my favorite smell on earth as we lay in Beau’s giant bed tangled in each other’s arms after mind blowing, life changing sex.

  “So, what did you think? You like?” he asks still catching his breath.

  I pop up on one elbow and smile at him, “What I think is, I love.”

  One side of his mouth rises in a smirk and he winks. “Told ya.”

  “Yeah, you did and you delivered.”

  “For you Charlotte, always. I mean it, anything you want, anything you need all you have to do is…”

  “Knock on your door?” I say, interrupting.

  He leans in touching his forehead to mine, “Yes, it’s as easy as that. Or call when you can’t knock on my door. When your gone I want you to know something okay?”

  “Okay.”

  “If you need me, and I mean for anything, including sex, all you have to do is call and I’ll drop everything to come to you. Understand?”

  I nod and bite my lip. He is so serious it makes my heart skip a beat.

  “Say it out loud.”

  “I understand. I’ll call when I need you.”

  “For anything.”

  “For anything,” I repeat.

  “Good, let’s sleep. I want to ravish you some more in the morning.”