Page 82 of Nanny for the Protector

Finally, though, I pulled away and let myself out of the car. Wesley followed wordlessly at my heels into the apartment building and up the stairs. As I unlocked my door, he stood behind me, hands drifting over my waist, lips caressing the shell of my ear. “It’s a bit small.”

“I don’t care.”

As soon as the door opened, Wesley was on me, turning me to him, and claiming my mouth in a passionate kiss.

We stumbled through my studio to the bed, pulling off clothes, kissing and fondling each other until we fell back onto the quilt. It had been on my bed since I was a child. The memory of my mother helping me make the bed, both of us tossing the blanket into the air so it landed unwrinkled, flitted through my mind.

Shake it off, Cara. Stay in the moment.

Despite having Wesley many times over, his muscular body never failed to fascinate me. I relished running my hands over his chest, down his firm abs, around his hips to the round cheeks of his ass, welcoming the feel of his warm body up against mine.

Not to mention the way he looked at me. His brown eyes, heavy with lust, called to my soul.

I rubbed my body up and down his length, coating his cock with my wetness. Wesley grasped my hips, stopping my movements, and kissed me gently. “What’s wrong?”

He shook his head. “Nothing.” He cupped my face in his hands, running his thumb against my lower lip. “I want to go slow. I want to give you pleasure.” He kissed my chin. “Want you to feel —” then my jaw “— everything I do to you.” Finally, he reached my mouth. His kiss built in intensity. At first it was sweet, then eventually deep, his tongue dueling with mine for dominance.

As we kissed, Wesley began to nestle inside me, slowly rocking his hips. I moaned into his mouth, tugging his hair with my fingers.

He took his time, just as he said he would, slowly thrusting, inch by inch, then drawing out almost completely before plunging back in. He held on to my hips, controlling the pace.

With each stroke, I felt he was worshipping me. Most other times he’d taken me, it was fast and hard. He’d made me desperate for pleasure, driving me mad with his cock.

This time, however, I wanted it to last as long as possible. Our hips rolled together, and the sounds of our panting breaths and moans of pleasure filled the room. I’d never felt more cherished. Moreloved.

“Does this feel good, sweetheart?”

“Amazing.” I wrapped my arms and legs around him. “I want you closer.”

He buried himself deep, pulling my knee up to change the angle. I held him tightly, my hips meeting his with each slide.

Our eyes locked, neither of us wanting to break the connection. I was starting to tremble, the pleasure was too great. I felt my eyes begin to fill with tears. I whimpered, “You feel amazing.”

I pressed my forehead to his, gasping as our slick bodies moved together.

Wesley wrapped his arms around me, as if he could draw me closer, but there was not an inch of space between us. “Oh God, Cara, I need you.”

“I need you, too.” My whole body began to shake. I was about to lose myself in him. Completely and utterly.

“Cara.”

I couldn’t control my cry of pleasure. My body detonated like a firework, heat and euphoria bursting through me.

“Fuck, Cara, I’m coming!” Wesley growled, releasing inside me. His cock throbbed, filling me, and expelling every last bit of his seed into my tight center.

I stared up at the ceiling, completely content. It’d never felt like this. And it didn’t have anything to do with my orgasm. It was everything to do with the man who had made love to me with everything he had in him.

Suddenly, tears were streaming down my cheeks.

Wesley ran a hand through my hair. “Oh God, have I — did I hurt you?”

“No.” I tried to catch my breath. “It’s just…you made me feel so special.”

Through heavy lids, he smiled. “You deserve nothing less. Are you sure you’re okay?”

I nodded. Though he had not said the words, I could feel Wesley’s love.

Wesley held me, stroking my hair, and soothed me as I recovered from the onslaught of emotions running through me. I wasn’t sure if minutes or hours passed.

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