Page 69 of The Surrogate Nanny
Anthony
“Tell me again,” I whispered against Simone’s lips as I stumbled inside from the deck with her legs wrapped around me and my hands on her ass.
“I love you,” she moaned as I maneuvered around the furniture to our suite.
“I fucking love you, too,” I proclaimed.
“Language,” she giggled, tapping my shoulder with the two-way baby monitor she held.
“Just a suggestion. You might want to mute us.”
“I’m already one step ahead of you,” she said, grinning once we enteredourbedroom. She squealed when I tossed her onto the bed. I stared down at her pensively, wondering how I’d gotten so lucky.
I was addicted to Simone Justine Livingston. She was my opium—dulling my senses, bringing forth a euphoric rush that I wanted to feel time and time again. Like an addict, I didn’t care what I had to do to achieve my fix—steal, lie, kill—it was all fair game. I licked my bottom lip as I fantasized about the many positions I wanted her in, how she’d gasp my name as I left scorching kisses down her body, how the taste of her would linger on my tongue, and how I’d stick to my promise to ruin her.
We both felt it—the intense unquenchable need to become one since the night of her canceled date. I couldn’t get the memory out of my head of Simone straddling my lap in the media room. You’d think the graphic sex dream I had of us would hit me harder, but that wasn’t real—the media room was.
I still remembered the warmth of her smooth skin, her seductive perfume, and the taste of hints of white wine on her tongue. I loved how she felt in my lap—like she was always meant to be there…with me…with us.
My heart swelled as I stared down at Simone, who gazed up at me with bright eyes that were pools of rich umber. I wanted to make love to her. The kind of lovemaking that made your toes curl and stars explode behind closed lids. The type of lovemaking that left us exchanging passionate kisses and reverent whispers that lasted throughout the night until the sun crested the horizon and, with it, bringing new day and life.
Later, Anthony. You have a promise to keep.
“Any hard limits?” I asked, unbuttoning my navy blue and white striped dress shirt Simone purchased the other day that she claimed would go great with my eyes.
“No,” Simone whispered as I tossed my shirt on the couch.
“Safe word?”
“I’ll happily take what you give me.”
“You have a lot of faith in me, Simone,” I warned.
“That’s the point,” she answered, reaching up to bring down the strap of her dress. I stopped her. “Don’t…just watch.”
I smirked when she sucked in a breath when my dress pants and boxer briefs hit the floor. That little reaction from her had me harder than a steel pipe. I wrapped a hand around my throbbing dick and stroked it leisurely as I watched Simone’s response. Her tongue ran across her lip when pre-cum glistened the tip. I wanted her on her knees sucking and drawing more out of me, but that could wait.
“I know you want a taste, Simone, but we’ll save that for later. Nod if you understand.” I chuckled when she nodded furiously. “Stand up and turn around.” She was shaking as she followed my command. Her back was towards me, and I waited for several painstaking seconds to put my hands on her body. “You are the most gorgeous woman that has ever walked this planet, and you’re all mine,” I whispered in her ear as I lowered the dress’s zipper. I rested my chin on her shoulder. “You made a mistake, Simone.”
“W-what mistake did I make?”
“You’ll see, my love,” I replied. I peeled down her dress lazily until it was a puddle around her ankles. “Turn around.”
I cupped her cheeks and pulled her in for a kiss. It was different from any other we shared now that we put our feelings out there. Her tongue caressed mine softly as if we had forever, and damn if I didn’t want it to last forever. My fingers skimmed her collarbone and, eventually, her perky nipples. My kiss-swollen lips left hers and trailed down her slender neck that felt as smooth as velvet and smelled of luxuriousness.
“Anthony,” she whispered when my tongue swiped a sensitive spot at the base of her throat. I didn’t stop there. My journey continued down to her supple breasts that weighed heavily in my hands. I kneaded them gently before forcing her to cry out in need when my moist tongue made contact with a nipple. I reciprocated the same attention to the other one before picking her up. Her face sank into the crook of my neck, leaving her own trail of kisses and love bites as her nails tangled in my hair and scratched my scalp.
I laid her gently on the bed and eased between her legs. I rested on my elbows and teased her with my dick, dragging it up and down her slit, wetting us both as I kissed her attentively. I was thirsty and needed her wetter than wet.
Simone
My back arched, and my fingers tightened around the comforter as Anthony’s tongue flicked my clit. It was my first time. He’d barely done anything, and my legs were already shaking. My teeth sank into my bottom lip, keeping me from begging for relief.
“Oh, God!” I shouted when his tongue met my entrance.
“Oh, shit, Simone,” he groaned, diving back in. “You taste so fucking good, baby.” He continued to lap at my pussy like it was the coveted Fountain of Youth. I seized when he licked from my entrance to my clit. He wrapped his lips around it and suckled, bringing me to an entirely different high.
“Anthony…it’s too much,” I whined, feeling my orgasm creep up.