From the ongoing Naughty Nanny Series
(Rated R+ Excerpts)
“Stop!” She put her other hand on his forehead to physically halt his progress. Trembling against him, her breathing began to slow.
“I like watching you wiggle,” he retorted, a devilishly wicked smile curved the corner of his mouth, widening at the pleasure on her face.
She giggled. “Touché.”
He folded her into his embrace, and she let him, snuggling into him as if cold. The blanket had fallen to the floor in a hush shortly after he kissed her ear. With her head on his chest, Charlotte sighed, and it sounded happy and pleased, like she belonged right here, like she wanted to be there.
Ichigo had no intentions of ever letting her go.
A stranger, but she felt right, perfect in his arms. He had never believed in true love. And after Sybil, he never thought he’d want to love again or put in the damn effort, but Charlotte made him want all of those things again.
“How am I doing?” he whispered in a rasp, letting his fingers stroke the smooth flesh of her chin and relishing how silky it felt.
“Good,” she said, her lower lip trembled.
“Let me kiss you,” he said, and without pausing he brushed his lips across the expanse of hers. His cock jumped at the exquisiteness of her mouth. So lush and soft. She licked her lips and his heavy phallus thickened.
He couldn’t look away as she bent and stretched, going through what appeared to be her morning yoga exercises. She had a full, round ass, tapering down to gracefully formed thighs. She was blissfully unaware anyone was watching as she stood and stretched, reaching toward the sky with her hands. Travis’s hand stroked faster, working his shaft from base to tip using his own precum as lubricant.
There was no way he could stay away from her, not after seeing what was before him now.
Then she turned. Her eyes went straight to the sliding door where he stood, watching her. Bare as the day he was born, masturbating to her early morning ritual.
Run! his mind screamed. Cover yourself, drop your damn hand, do something!But he didn’t. He didn’t stop the movement of his hand, didn’t attempt to cover himself, he didn’t move at all.