Page 45 of Grump's Nanny

Rob nodded as Haley wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her face into the crevice where my collarbone met my throat. I felt invincible, like I was a superhero and I was about to save her from all her problems. I needed to save her from all her problems despite the fact that I’d never known anyone ever who needed me less.

I jogged, Haley still in my arms, over to the nearest ski lift control booth and put her down so she could climb the ladder. I followed quickly behind her, enjoying the view of her ass thoroughly as I did. The weighted run had the blood pumping through my body with fury.

We tumbled into the heated box, and I closed the trapdoor in the bottom, locking it as fast as I could before crawling over to where Haley was panting.

Haley leaned back, closing her eyes and smiling softly, a slight chuckle playing on her lips.

“What?” I asked. Haley attempted to wave her hand at me as if it wasn’t necessary, but I wanted to know. “No, what?”

Haley opened her eyes and looked at me, and it was only then that I could see there was a fine, wet shine hanging on her lashes. “I don’t know why I can’t do this,” she said, sniffling. “I have been on the slopes since I was a small child and skiing was my life.”

I reached out a hand to her and she took it. I could palpably feel how badly she needed someone to care right now.

“I get up there and all I see is that moment before I was buried, Those few seconds where I knew my world was gonna change forever.” She began to cry once more. “I was totally helpless against this cruel twist of fate. Right after I’d had the biggest victory of my life. And I can’t help but think, why me?”

I scooted over to her and pulled her into a caring hug. “Is there anything I can do to make this better?” I asked.

Haley shook her head. “That’s the fucked-up part. This is me against myself and I’m not winning.”

I wanted to tell her that I understood the feeling of being at war with yourself. After Jane died, I spent weeks trying to stay alive. The battle was constant, and ultimately it was only my children who saved me.

I could feel Haley’s shallow breathing next to me as she calmed, and I pulled her tighter into the hug. Not just for her but for me too.

She looked up at me with a strange gratitude, and I wouldn’t have been able to explain that it was me who should have been grateful. She continued to offer me the chance to process Jane’s death in so many ways, in such a safe capacity.

“Thanks for listening,” she said, placing her hand on my chest. “You’re a really special guy, James.”

My heart began to pound and I trembled, trying to keep this platonic and thoughtful.

But within seconds my lips were on hers, and my fingers fumbled with her layers of winter clothes. She backed up against the metal wall and I followed on my hands and knees—crawling for what I desired like the animalistic predator I currently felt like I was at this moment.

With her back firmly pressed against the hard surface, I wrapped my arms around her waist, and yanked her into my lap. She too began to remove my layers between us, the kisses increasing with fury.

Haley tasted like pomegranate Chapstick and her personal scent was driving me insane as her soft body pressed into me. My cock was under no one’s law now, throbbing furiously against my gray sweats. It strained, pressing into her center, which became even less barricaded as she slipped out of her snow gear and resumed her affection in my lap, simply clothed in her thermal underwear.

Much to my pleasure—and to my rock-hard dick’s dismay—I could see immediately that Haley was braless, her hardened nipples pressing against the material with as much fervor as the swollen thickness in my lap.

Unlike the petite nubs I’d imagined, they were round and grippable, looking more like marbles than the tiny dots I’dimagined them to be. My mouth watered as her hips ground into me.

Our kisses intensified with our tongues dancing around each other and our teeth nibbling at each other’s lips.

“Is this okay?” I asked, pulling back just enough to get her expressed consent.

“Oh, fuck yes,” she said grinding on my cock in a way that was eliciting tiny whines from her. “Shit, you’re fucking massive.”

I trailed my lips down her neck, pulling her shirt away from her shoulder and bit down on it. She yelped in pleasure, her hand shooting down the front of her pants. I bit down harder, holding her in place as she gyrated, rubbing herself out of my line of sight. It was almost too much for my animal brain to handle.

Despite the fact that our bodies were pressed together, my teeth gently dug into her delicious, sweet-smelling skin, and I followed Haley’s lead and gave in to my base need for an orgasm.

I wedged my hand between us, taking my painfully hard length in my hand and starting to stroke it. Haley moaned in reply, grabbing my chin with her free hand and pulling my mouth back to her own so we could devour each other as we pleasured ourselves.

It wasn’t too long and Haley began to whimper, a quickly spreading wet spot visible on the cream-colored pants she wore. I took my unoccupied hand and tugged her shirt up, revealing those immaculate tits and perfect cherry nipples. Good God, was I a bitch for a great set of nipples.

I dove for her chest, pulling her against me by her waist, and taking one of the delectable buds in my mouth. As someone with a sensory kink, the feeling of the textured flesh, taunt and longing against my tongue was enough to send a thick drip of emission down my cock and over my hand.

Haley began to emit a series of tiny moans that would have been at home in a porno and I thrust into my own hand, wishing beyond anything that my length was inside her, challenging her to accept every inch of thick intensity. The louder Haley became, the more I started to lose my senses, suckling on her arching nipples and fucking my palm like I was a teenager again.

“Oh God,” Haley panted, looking surprised through the blush that covered her cheeks. “I’m gonna come.”

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