How To Wife Your Nanny A Billionaire Single Dad Romantic Comedy- Melinda Minx Page 0,38
tongue ran across my soft mounds, and soon his tongue found my nipples. He sucked and flicked, and my entire body convulsed. I lost it. I moaned, and I yelped with pleasure as he nibbled me playfully.
His hand reached back down to my thigh, but he didn’t stop there this time. Soon his fingers ran between my legs, and my eyes rolled back in my head as he touched my soaking wet opening. I bucked my hips against him, desperate for more. I either wanted his fingers deep inside me, or—
He slid a finger in, as if he’d been reading my mind. I threw my head back and laughed. Or maybe it was a moan. Whatever it was, it was a sound of pure bliss, and if I thought his finger touching my ear or my thigh was good, this was something else entirely.
He slid his finger a few inches in. “God, you’re tight.”
“More,” I whispered.
I thought he was just going to go deeper, but he slid another finger in instead. “Subtlety,” he said. “It’s just my fingers inside of you, but you’re imagining something else entirely.”
“Shut up,” I hissed, “and fingerfuck me.”
He started sliding his fingers in and out. When he pressed all the way in, his thumb pressed against my clit. He didn’t just brainlessly pound away, he slowed down and really took his time, and only when he really felt that I needed it did he speed up.
It didn’t take much of this slow and fast finger action for me to grab my breasts, throw my head back, and come. I bucked wildly against him, but he didn’t stop. He kept going, even as my inner walls clenched against his fingers, and as I moaned so loud I might have woken up the whole damn cruise ship.
He pulled his fingers out and smiled at me. “I want to fuck you on the bed, Lacey.”
“We’re all wet,” I said.
“Speak for yourself.”
I punched him, but he just grabbed my wrist. “Come on.”
He wrapped my naked body up in a towel and kissed me, warm and deep. When he pulled away, and when I finally opened my eyes, he was just smiling at me. He ran his hands along my forehead, pulling wet strands of hair from my face and tucking them behind my ears. “You’re just so fucking perfect. It scares me.”
He wasn’t just flirting or playing with me now. He was telling me something important. Something sincere and real. This wasn’t the time to laugh it off, I realized.
“Why would you be scared?”
“There’s plenty of reasons to be scared,” he said.
“Do you want to talk about them?”
He looked me over, and his jaw clenched. Finally he shook his head. “I want to be inside of you, Lacey. And I don’t mean my fingers. If I talk about what scares me, I’m worried we won’t make it there.”
I was past the point of feeling embarrassed about hearing him say something like that. “I’m on the pill, Noah. You don’t need that.” I pointed to the condom.
We weren’t going to make it to the bed. It was an entire stairway away. We were both naked, and I was still warm from the afterglow of my first orgasm. I wanted him right now. Right here. I wanted him before we could talk about things that scared us, and potentially scare ourselves out of doing this thing that may or may not have been a monumentally stupid decision for both of us.
“And I don’t need this either,” I said, throwing the towel down onto the ground.
He threw his towel off too, and I saw his dick for the first time. If it had felt big, it looked even bigger.
He pressed me against the railing and kissed me. I grabbed his thick cock as we kissed, and I tried desperately to get it inside me. Since he was a good two feet taller than me, it wasn’t going to go in like this.
I turned around, grabbed the railing with my hands, and bent over. “Now, Noah. Put it inside me.”
I worried he’d tease me more. I worried he’d suddenly get cold feet, that somehow I’d gone this far and wouldn’t get the thing I most craved.
So when I felt his hands take possessive hold of my hips, then slide up and grip my narrow waist, it was like a wave of relief surging through me. I bent over even more, trying to make it as easy for him as I could.