Page 21 of Curvy Nanny for the Cowboy

He smiled and did it again and again while I watched. Over and over, he flattened his tongue and licked me, the sensation so wonderful that I had to fight to keep my eyes on him because I didn’t want to miss a moment of what he was doing. Then his face was just buried between my thighs, and the sensations were so delicious that my hips rolled and my fingers tangled in his thick black hair. It was amazing. It was earth-shattering, and far too soon my body tensed and then flew apart into what I was sure was the most unattractive and wild orgasm either of us had ever experienced.

“Wow,” I cried out and collapsed against his mattress, my hips still rolling as his tongue teased my clit. “That was wonderful.” I knew I would never forget the feel of his tongue against my clit, the feel of his five o’clock shadow on my thighs, the dig of his broad shoulders into my thigh muscles, and the weight of his cock in my hands when we were face to face—hard, thick, and heavy. “You’re big.”

“Molly,” he groaned as I stroked his cock. “Put me inside you.”

I didn’t know exactly what he was asking, but the feel of his thick, blunt tip against my opening was scary and exciting all at once. His hips flexed, and he pushed inside slowly. I held my breath and waited for the pain to come and pass. I heard it was painful but quick, and I was ready for what came after the pain.

“Breathe, Molly.”

I sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly with a smile. “I’m totally breathing.”

He sank deeper and deeper still. He froze at the barrier and stared at me. “Molly,” he said, this time with a question blazing in his eyes.

I nodded in response to the unasked question. “It’s my first time, yes, and I’m choosing you to be my first. Don’t make me regret it.”

His gaze softened. “I won’t,” he whispered against my lips and then kissed me until I was breathless and panting and completely unaware of any pain as his cock invaded my body. It was, hands down, the best kiss of my life. It was hot and sweet, a seduction as well as a dance. He kissed me as if he wanted to kiss me, as if the only thing he wanted in this world was to please me.

He took his time, teasing me with shallow strokes that had me begging for more. “Please.”

He smiled and kept up his slow torture until I was so wet that I could hear it each time he sank into me. My hands gripped his forearms and my hips bucked up to take more of him, but Colton pulled back and kept teasing me.

“Please.”

He smiled wider and surged forward before he stopped. “Breathe, Molly. Focus on me and breathe.”

I did just that, and he slid in deep this time, all the way, and I felt his balls pressed against my body. “So full,” I moaned as my body pulsed around him.

“So fucking tight,” he groaned and kissed me again, hitching one leg up over his hip as he began to thrust deeper and deeper.

After a few deep strokes, my body was completely used to the invasion and ready for more. “Fuck me, Colt. Please.”

When he moved, it was the best thing I’d ever felt in my whole life. I was glad in that moment that I’d waited for a man like Colton who liked to tease and please, who treated sex as an event rather than a task to tick off a list. His mouth was everywhere while he thrust into me—kissing my neck, my earlobe, my collarbone, and my breasts. It was too many sensations all at once, and I felt like one exposed nerve from head to toe.

“Oh my god,” I cried out as he palmed my thighs and pushed them towards me, which allowed him to sink even deeper. “Holy shit, Colton!”

He smiled and slid his hands up my thighs so his thumbs were on my clit, the sweet torture so incredibly agonizing that my orgasm snuck up on me and burst out of me like a volcano erupting after centuries of lying dormant.

“Yes! Oh, yes!” In response to my pleasure, he sat up and grabbed my legs, pulling me so my thighs were draped over his while he gripped my hips and plunged into me, deep strokes that hit me in a spot that made all words and thoughts impossible. “What,” I began, but the words were lost as another wave of pleasure pulled me under and drowned me with its intensity.

“Molly,” he growled, and his hips moved faster and deeper, his expression intense and twisted in pain. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned as he stiffened for a quick moment and then pounded in long, deep strokes as his cock pumped into me, filling me with his warmth. His big body collapsed on top of me, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him so close I felt his heart beat against my chest. “Thank you for that wonderful gift.” He pressed a soft kiss to my mouth and slowly slid free of my body.

My heart clutched when he stepped off the bed and walked away; that used feeling I always worried about crept up as he disappeared into my bathroom. But he returned quickly with a wet towel, which he pressed between my thighs and cleaned me.

He. Cleaned. Me.

My heart stuttered, and then when he curled his big body around mine in bed and kissed my neck? That was the moment I tumbled headlong for Colton.

My boss.

This was madness, and I knew it, but cuddled in his arms, his scent surrounding me, I didn’t care.

Chapter14

Colton

“How in the hell are you still a virgin?”

I don’t mean for the question to come out quite so harshly, but I was truly baffled. I can’t believe that a woman as beautiful and vibrant as Molly had been a virgin. I was grateful as hell that she’d chosen me of all people to introduce her to the pleasures of physical intimacy, but shock is my overwhelming feeling. How in the hell have all the idiotic males in her life let her get this far, untouched?

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