Page 25 of The Nanny Next Door

Luckily, Felipe felt my rising need. “I am dying to taste you, mi amor,” he told me as he trailed his lips down to my breasts again. With quick fingers, he found the clasp to my bra at my back and flicked it open with little effort, and my heart raced as he peeled it away to expose my hardened nipples. Felipe’s breath caught, and he whispered something Spanish in such a low, sexy voice that I blushed bright red all over without even understanding the meaning. Then, he moved as quick as a snake to suck my left nipple into his waiting mouth.

I couldn’t help but let out a whimper. It felt deliciously naughty, and my nipples were so sensitive that every flick of his tongue, every gentle suck shot straight between my legs. I was panting when he finally finished with one and moved to suck my other breast with the same skill, this time enlisting his hand to squeeze and massage the other at the same time. I arched my back off the mattress, pushing myself closer to him, and Felipe groaned, a low, rumbling vibration that felt like heaven.

“I could spend hours worshiping these beautiful tits,” he told me, those green eyes sliding up to meet mine. His pupils were blown with lust, and the wanton need in his handsome face, his still-parted lips, was my new favorite sight. “Do you think you could come apart just from that, darling Lila?” He pinched one of my nipples with just the right amount of pressure, and I cried out.

“Maybe,” I admitted, struggling to get enough air. My pussy was throbbing though he’d not even touched it since we were back at the theater, and I could have sworn this man’s hands and mouth were lethal weapons. But there was more I wanted from him. More of my body I longed for him to explore with his rapt attention. “But I’d rather you…” shyness cut me off, made me suck in my lower lip.

“Oh, dear, beautiful girl,” Felipe near-whispered. “I want to give you everything. Please, tell me what you want.”

“I want your mouth on me,” I let out in a rush. I squirmed underneath him, rocking my hips up to make contact with his so he’d understand exactly where I meant. That hard length in his pants was calling to me, too. “And then… then, I want you inside me.”

His eyes blazed, the lean muscle of his body rippling with his control.

“Oh, Lila. I want that, too,” he rasped, and then he started to kiss a trail down my belly, heading straight for my core.

The first kiss he pressed to my pussy made me want to sob with relief, even though he barely made contact, just kissing over the wet patch of my panties. It was heaven and torture at once. He made me feel bashful when he took a long, deep breath, savoring the warm scent of my arousal, but there was nothing but pure need left when he tugged the fabric down and exposed me entirely. He was murmuring in Spanish, something that almost sounded like a prayer, when he finally spread my folds with his thumbs, leaned in, and tasted me.

Oh, fuck. There was nothing like his tongue, its warm wetness and fluid motion overwhelming me with the new sensations. Felipe licked and tasted me like slow-melting ice cream on a summer’s day, savoring every drop of my liquid need. He found my swollen clit easily and flicked it with his tongue in such a way that had me gasping, rocking my hips up to be closer to his face. Without pulling away from his meal, Felipe reached for my hands, interlacing his fingers with mine and giving me a solid foundation to cling to as I rode out my pleasure.

The moans that escaped my mouth were foreign, sounds I had no idea I could make, just like I’d never experienced this kind of ecstasy before. And soon, a cresting wave of pleasure was rolling over me, shaking me to my core and seeming to shatter my brain. Felipe coaxed me through it, and when I thought he would pull away to kiss me again, let me taste myself on his tongue before we got to the next step, he didn’t. Instead, Felipe seemed to redouble his efforts to drive me insane with his tongue.

It was hard to think straight, but I knew that I wanted more, wanted to feel him plunge inside me for the first time. I wanted to give him the same incredible experience he’d been so diligently giving me. I released his hands with my own, and he took that opportunity to spread my thighs further apart. I reached for his hair, crying out when I felt him suck my clit into his hot mouth.

“I’m ready,” I gasped, tugging his hair at the root to pull his mouth away from my overstimulated flesh. God, he looked so sexy with his mouth and chin covered in my wetness. “Please, Felipe, will you make love to me now?”

“That’s what I’m doing,” he answered with a cheeky grin. His tongue darted out and stroked through my wetness again, and I whimpered.

“I–I already finished,” I told him, finishing with a near-scream when he sucked my clit again. “You don’t have to keep going.”

“I know,” he hummed into my pussy. “I am simply addicted to the taste of you, Lila. Please, don’t deprive me of this joy.”

He almost purred between my legs as I relented, happy to embrace everything he had to give so long as he was willing—enthused—to give it. He slowed his efforts for a moment to let me catch my breath, and then he kissed me there as though he were kissing my mouth, gently and sensually. I watched him, fascinated, as he traced a slender finger through my wetness, making me twitch when he circled my clit again, featherlight and cruel. “I want it to be as good as possible for you, your first time. So please, darling, just come for me again, once more, before you let me inside you.”

How could I argue with that? It was only seconds, but it felt like time was moving more slowly, my limbs struggling through the molasses-thick haze of satisfaction, and then he shocked me into another world-bending orgasm that I rode out with my hands gripped firmly in his dark hair. I was panting when Felipe finally pulled away, kissing a trail back up my body until he reached my mouth and shared that heady, sinful taste with me.

There was still more to come, and I knew that viscerally when I felt the desperate hardness of his jutting cock against my thigh again. On a whim, drunk off Felipe and sex, I reached for that thick length, searching for purchase as I cupped my hand around the front of his pants. Felipe groaned softly and helped me to undo the button, the zipper. Together, he and I peeled off his pants, his silken boxer-briefs, and the two of us were completely bare to each other.

It was so hard not to stare. Felipe’s erection was long and deliciously engorged, with a slight curve at the end that fascinated me. Dark hair nestled at the base completed the perfect picture. He shivered when I traced the perfect happy trail from his belly button down to his shaft, carefully exploring this new territory for the first time. When I wrapped my hand around him, I didn’t know what more to do.

Luckily, Felipe did.

“Let me get a condom, darling,” Felipe said into my ear. It took some willpower to let go of his dick, but I was able to do so when I let myself think of what would come next. My inner muscles clenched, desperate to clamp down on him as he thrust into me, deep and hard. In seconds, Felipe had unearthed a foil packet and was ripping it open, allowing me to watch in fascination as he rolled the condom down his length.

Then it was time. Felipe moved back over me, propping himself up with one arm while his other hand found my breast, then slid slowly, oh, so slowly, down to spread my legs. I reached for his hard cock again, and Felipe spread my pussy lips with immense care, and then he was poised at my entrance.

“This may hurt a little,” he warned me. I knew that was a possibility, but I was willing to power through for the pleasure I knew was waiting on the other side. But when his hips pressed forward, sheathing his cock inside my wetness, all I felt was a perfect sense of fullness, like coming home.

“Oh, my God,” I let out when Felipe was fully seated inside me. He was so deep, this foreign pleasure so carnally satisfying that all I wanted was more, more, more. He checked in with me, made sure I was okay, and when I was close to begging him to fuck me, he finally began to move.

Ecstasy. It was pure, perfect joy that filled me as Felipe began to thrust himself in and out of my no-longer-virgin pussy, showing me the wonders of the world I’d never known. I moaned and panted in time with his thrusts, and my hands scrambled for purchase, coming up to encircle him, pulling him ever closer.

It was so intimate, so hot and passionate, our bodies pressed firmly together like puzzle pieces fitting into place. Felipe’s heavy breathing in my ear turned to quiet curses, and soon, I found myself asking him for “More, more, harder, please!” Felipe was all too happy to oblige, losing himself in the need, his hips pulsing ever faster until I was sobbing with the pleasure of it, the perfect way he hit every pleasure point inside me until I was convulsing with my fourth orgasm of the night. My inner muscles clenched and milked his cock, begging him to spend inside me, but Felipe knew how to make this last. He wasn’t finished with me yet, and I was the luckiest girl in the world.

Somehow, impossibly, Felipe made me come yet again before we were done. Some witchcraft combination of his thumb pressing into my clit and his hard thrusts finding a new angle when he pushed my thighs up and out, spreading me in a way that was obscene, had me screaming as I orgasmed. He rode it out and finally spent himself, releasing the sexiest groan-growl I’d ever heard. There was nothing better than the feeling of his cock twitching inside me as he held me close, kissing me hard through his release.

And just like that, my virginity was gone. I felt lighter, somehow. Like a burden had been lifted. And even more, I felt an overwhelming sense of peace, knowing that I’d had the most perfect first time I could have imagined.

After, Felipe held me to his chest and showered me with praise, the perfect blend of filthy and sweet that had me blushing and hugging him ever closer, my leg coming up to hook over his hips. “Your pussy is so tight, so warm, that I may never dream of anything else again, mi amor,” he told me when I asked if I was alright. He’d also offered up a compliment I never expected to want. “You’re so beautiful when you come.”

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