Page 7 of New Year Nanny

When she whimpers, I look up at her face. She watches me with slumberous eyes as her teeth dig into her lower lip.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Maggie. I want to touch you.”

Her hips jerk upward at my words, lifting off the mattress.

“Do you want me to touch you, Maggie?”

“Please,” she whispers.

And then she does the sexiest thing. She spreads her thighs wider in invitation. I lift her fingers from her pussy. Her hips shift restlessly against the sheets, waiting for my touch. But first, I want a taste.

I lift her fingers to my lips and suck them into my mouth. Maggie pulls in a sharp breath. As my tongue teases the crease between the two fingers, she moans. She tastes of musk and honey. So sweet.

Even after her fingers are clean, I suck them as my hand trails gently up the inside of her leg. I groan when I find that she’s so turned on even her thighs are slick with her wetness.

Since I absorbed every movement she made, it’s easy for me to continue. I use my middle finger to glance over her clit. With the first touch, she arches off the bed with a loud moan. Her thighs clap together, trapping my hand as I let her fingers slip free from my mouth.

Leaning down, gently nibble on her lower lip. Desperate little grunts rise from her throat, and when she opens for me, I swallow them down as I let my tongue explore her mouth.

Maggie grips my arms as if she’s afraid I might want to pull away. Fuck, I don’t think I’d ever leave a bed when she’s naked in it. The kiss is a sweet tangle of tongues and lips. I like her flavor here, just as much as I now know I’ll like the flavor between her legs.

My free hand wanders up her torso, under her tight little T-shirt. Through the lace of her bra, I pinch her nipple and give it a gentle tug. Her clit gives a long throb in response even as she arches, offering me more.

I pull back with the aim of getting her shirt over her head, but I’m one-handed since the other hand is occupied. Luckily, Maggie knows exactly what I want. She pulls off her shirt, then reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra.

In seconds, she’s fully naked and spread over my sheets, just like I wanted. As I lean down to kiss her, her fingers work the buttons of my shirt through their holes. And once the panels part, her soft palms move over my skin.

My dick beats against my zipper in time with the pulsing of her clit. I need to be inside her. Soon. I shift to try to make a little extra room in my pants, but they’re stretched to their limit.

This time when I lean down to kiss her, we’re skin on skin. She’s warm and soft. Her breasts cushion me even as her stiff nipples scrape through the hair on my chest.

“Maggie,” I groan against her lips. “I’m going to fuck you, Maggie.”

She sucks on my tongue and moans.

I drag my finger from her clit, tracing down to her opening. I feel the tightness and release of her inner muscles as I try to press inside her. Maggie shudders under me as my two longest fingers enter her.

My eyes roll back at the tight feel of her strangling my fingers. She’ll feel like heaven when she’s wrapped around my dick. My very needy dick. The poor guy’s practically weeping in my pants.

With my free hand, I take one of Maggie’s wrists and point it south. I slide her fingers lower and lower. When I press her hand against my cock and she feels the hard length, I feel an answering clench inside her.

While she grips me and learns my size, I flick my button through the hole and open my fly. When I pull her hand away, she whines in protest. I chuckle against her lips as I slip her hand past the elastic waistband of my boxers.

When her small hand wraps around the base of my shaft, I flex forward, trying to get more of myself into her grip. I tighten my hand around hers to show her what I like. When she’s got the hang of it. I let go so I can push my pants down my thighs. I kick off my shoes just as my pants and boxers hit my ankles, so I kick them off as well.

I pull Maggie’s legs open wider as I climb up onto the bed. She now has both her hands encircling me. My tip is leaking so much precum that it eases her path as she shuttles her fists up and down my cock.

With a groan, I thrust into her hands. It’s so good. Too good. I’m already close. When I feel that tingle in my balls, I pull back.

My fingers slow, but still pump into her warm sheath as I look down at her. Her tits jiggle each time my hand bumps her. Her parted lips are swollen from our kisses. Her gaze is wild with desire.

“Are you ready for me, Maggie?” I ask. “Because I don’t think I can hold back anymore. I’m going to fuck you.”

“Yes,” she moans as I feel her body respond by clamping down on my fingers.

“Yes,” I rasp.

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