Page 4 of The Nanny's Hidden Truth

I just can’t focus on any thoughts. Instead, all of the focus is on the miracle occurring between my legs. As his tongue slides up and down my slit, I’m overcome, literally. I’m usually very participatory during sex but I feel weak and almost paralyzed. I mean, I feel limp and completely helpless. I guess the only muscles actively engaged are my fingers’ muscles because I’m gripping my blanket tightly. Of course, I didn’t choose to ball my hands into fists around the fabric, so maybe I should say I’m passively engaged and not actively. It’s crazy to feel this way because of his tongue sending sparks of pleasure over my pussy and those sparks transforming into tendrils of bliss expanding over the rest of my body.

That’s just from his tongue moving up and down my slit!

When he begins to explore the rest of my pussy, I have a hard time remembering to breathe, and it doesn’t happen automatically! His tongue darts in between my lips, exploring my folds and sending alternatingly intense and comforting sensations over my body. I can feel myself relaxing and gearing up at the same time. It’s a very strange thing to experience both of those things.

Then, his hands slide up and cover my breasts. As my nipples rub against the palms of his hands, they add more sensation to the mix and that’s all I can take. I can’t speak but my hips involuntarily come up as the orgasm hits me. Brand maintains a firm grip on my breasts and his tongue moves faster. He slides up a little so he’s focused on my clit. That’s instantly overwhelming! I’m way too sensitive almost immediately but I can’t even speak.

And I can’t wriggle away!

It’s torture. I mean, it’s beautiful torture but it’s still torture. I try to push him away but my hands remain right where they are at my sides, gripping the blankets tightly enough my fingers hurt. I can think. I’m so completely overcome. It’s too much and I can’t take it anymore. And I can’t stop it!

The torture goes on for a minute or more, and I think I might just explode! But then, everything changes because Brand slides up. My legs spread around his body as he does, and he pushes into me with a powerful thrust.

Chapter Four

I shriek, “Brand, yes!” as his cock slips into my pussy. I feel a moment of panic that I’ll wake Emily but then I remember that Emily is with my mom. That moment of panic is lost in all of the overwhelming sensations rushing over me. This is the best experience of my life! I mean, this isn’t the first time I’ve felt like sex with Brand is the best experience of my life, and it’s a beautiful thing that I will have the future to see how many times it all feels like the best experience ever. Still, I can’t imagine it being better than this. The orgasm is very powerful.

I think there’s something about how I was already cumming (and cumming hard) prior to the penetration that makes the penetration feel so incredible. There’s something really amazing about it. Of course, maybe I’m just reeling from the strength of the orgasm in the first place. Maybe I’m still reeling from all of the pre-orgasmic sensations his tongue produced. Maybe I’m…

Maybe I should get the hell out of my head and just enjoy this!

That thought works. I put a hand on the back of his head and the other on his shoulder. I hook a leg over his waist and use it to pull myself up to meet his thrusts. Every time he delves deeply into me, it feels like the sensations from the orgasm grow stronger. I don’t know how to explain it except that I’m not growing over-sensitive. The stimulation doesn’t become overstimulation. However, each thrust drives more pleasure and more physical… what’s the damned word?

More impact.

Yes. That’s it. It’s like every thrust makes the impact of the orgasm clearer for me, more visceral and obvious. It makes the orgasm stronger in a way that really overpowers me. It’s not too much of an exaggeration to say that I can’t help but respond with almost violent actions. I’m really losing control, and that’s not something that ever really happens with me. But I go crazy beneath him and cross my other leg over the first so I can use both to pull myself up against him. I also move side to side, wiggling like crazy.

I mean, I feel like I’m not me anymore. It’s like I’m just a sex-crazed animal.

Wildlife.

That’s it. I’m like wildlife, and everything I’m doing right now is driven by instinct rather than by intelligent thought or design. I move my body, moan, scream, and claw at his back without any hint of rationality intruding on all of the things running through my mind and body. I can’t think clearly at all but, of course, I don’t care at all about clear thought right now. All I care about are the feelings rushing through my mind and the sensations rushing through my body.

All of those feelings are very, very good.

The really crazy thing is that when Brand cums, I calm down a little. Oh, I don’t mean that the orgasm stops or that it diminishes in power. I just mean that the whole situation seems very important to me. It just feels like, I don’t know, like I’m back to being what I’m supposed to be, a girl who gives Brand pleasure and joy.

You can make fun of me if you want for that. Heck, I’ll probably make fun of myself for that at some point. It’s how I feel right now, though, and I love the feeling whether or not it’s kind of silly. I gradually slow down and hold tightly to him for a while before finally relaxing my legs and letting them slide to the side of his body.

Everything is perfect.

It’s absolutely perfect.

And then, I say, “I love you, Brand.”

And so, I fucking ruin everything! Damn me! Is there anything possible I might have done to highlight how different we are because of the age gap? I’m acting like a schoolgirl with a crush, and I just fucking ruined?—

“I love you, too, beautiful girl. More than you’ll ever know.”

I’m riding high. I stay high. Soon, I’m moved into Brand’s house, and we don’t have to pretend. I’m in the master bedroom with Brand and Emily has her own nursery next to us.

Chapter Five

I guess I’m never going to tell Brand.

After four months, I still haven’t told him. He’s wonderful with Emily and she loves him, I think. As for Kendra, she adores Emily, and Emily loves being around her. Chrissy comes by once every two weeks to take Kendra out. She’s supposed to have her all day but usually picks her up at about noon and returns her at about three or four. She’s just as haughty with me as she always was.

Miraculously, I resist the very real temptation to scratch that bitch’s eyes out.

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