Page 12 of Mountain Men’s Nanny

I was hardly breathing but then again, I didn’t need to. The only need I felt in my body radiated from between my legs and sent tingles all the way through me. Every sensation was heightened: the prickle of his beard on my cheek, the tight grip of his hands as he kneaded my ass, gripping a cheek in each hand firmly.

I was greedy for his touch. I wanted more. I wanted to feel more of him than my thick layers of sleepwear would allow. I shrugged off my gown and humped his leg rhythmically, breathlessly trying to soothe my throbbing pussy.

Tobias’s hands moved underneath my pajama top, the rough calluses he developed with hard labor grazing their way to my breasts.

He groaned into my mouth, cupping each one roughly, squeezing each round bulb until I moaned and found the waistband of his pants.

My hands moved quickly, clumsily, yanking until his belt was loose, jeans unzipped. I reached into his tight briefs, growing tighter with every sway of my hips. The warm, smooth head of his cock dripped with the first signs of his desire, and I bathed my fingers in it as I pulled the soft skin that sheathed his engorged knob. He moaned, breaking our kiss, and stepped just out of my reach.

Desire darkened his eyes, possessed him, and ruled his every movement. He stepped toward me again, stumbling out of his pants. My top was strewn somewhere, I didn’t look. His lips twisted into a lascivious grin as he matched my movements, taking off his shirt too, revealing the tense muscles that tightly bound his olive skin.

I took another step back and felt the dresser behind me. He grinned as he moved for me again, running his finger over the edge of my pants, torturing me with soft, feathery touches. The teasing did nothing but increase my craving for him.

A shaky breath escaped my lips, and I could tell it thrilled him to know how badly I wanted him. Slowly, he hooked his thumbs into the elastic at the top of my pants and pulled them down my legs. His warm, ragged breath stoking the excitement I felt in my waxed mound. He rubbed his palm over me, and I spread my legs instinctively, offering him more of myself. And he was ready for it.

Tobias ran his index finger over my slit, watching my face as he traced the parting of my lips down and then up again, down and then up again, dipping deeper into me with each trip. He gathered my juices on his fingertip, then kneeled in front of me, circling my clit with added pressure, slowly moving closer and closer to its sensitive tip.

I whimpered, and he stopped, slowly looking up at me with a grin. My eyes pleaded with him, the intensity already threatening to overwhelm me.

He licked his finger, tasting me on him, then closed his eyes, clearly savoring how much I wanted him. He dipped his finger into me again, this time wiggling it, seeking out my hungry hole.

“Please,” I begged weakly.

This prompted him to thrust his finger into me all the way to his knuckle. He stirred, drawing small, tight circles inside me, then stopped again abruptly to taste me.

“You’re so wet,” he said.

Tobias lifted my left leg over his shoulder and licked me up and down, his tongue caressing my clit, then my hole, worming its way into me, making me quiver and drip. I felt my thighs stiffen as he licked me faster, breathing heavily as he lapped me up.

I gripped the edge of the dresser, afraid my legs would give in, but he carried on. He licked faster and faster, up and down over my nub, swirling his tongue in ways I couldn’t predict.

My breathing grew shallow and ragged, small whimpers I couldn’t contain spilling from my lips as he ate me out.

My body was all nerves. Every touch threatened to send me over the edge, every breath making it harder to catch the next.

Tobias sucked my clit into his mouth, pulsing it between his lips while his finger circled my dripping hole, dipping into me every time my body tightened. I gripped his finger with my inner muscles, out of rhythm and out of control. The tightening and pulsing shuddered through my whole body, making my knees buckle and my toes curl. My mouth opened, but I couldn’t make a sound, couldn’t control how my orgasm ripped through me.

Tobias was unrelenting. He fingered me harder, deeper, faster, adding his middle finger now. He crossed it with his index, and twisted them inside me as I writhed, looking up at me to witness my pleasure, only slowing down when finally a deep groan escaped my open mouth.

He moved his fingers slowly inside me, my juices squelching with every maneuver until I was still again.

I stood there with him kneeling between my legs, my left leg still balanced on his shoulder, and tried to recover.

Tobias looked at me, watching for my reaction. He dragged his finger over my wet slit again. He traced his way further back, circling my asshole with his slippery wet fingers and teased at penetrating me, taking his pleasure from my bewildered whimpers until he couldn’t take much more either.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said in a low, sure voice.

I nodded as if he had asked me a question and felt myself grow wetter at his carnal confidence.

We kissed passionately, passing the taste of my pleasure between us as our tongues danced, rubbing and swirling over each other until I felt Tobias lift me onto the dresser. I sat on the edge with my legs around him, hugging him close with both my arms and legs, tasting the salt on his neck, feeling a pulsing vein under his skin.

Tobias pulled back, lowering his briefs, before positioning himself at my entrance, coating himself in my juices before easing into me. Slowly, he pushed, inching into me, making me stretch and grip onto him, slowly taking him in until his belly was against mine.

He paused, his cock gently pulsating inside me, and gripped the back of my neck, forcing my head forward. He leaned in, touching his forehead to mine and started to thrust, impaling me on his cock, pulling it out wetter and glossier each time.

I clenched my pussy around him, gently milking him, relishing the sensation of him filling me with his length and girth as he stroked against every deliciously sensitive part. I had to brace myself against his chest when his dick made contact with just the right spot.

He drove himself into me, his hips undulating and grinding against me until I felt my pussy clench tightly, rhythmically urging him on to fuck me harder and faster, to pump himself deeper inside me, until we were both sweating and breathing heavily.