Nanny for the Army Rangers by Krista Wolf

 

Twenty-One

 

 

DELILAH

I only had to make it to the doorway, he did the rest. Standing just inside, Duncan had his back to me and was already pulling his shirt over his head.

OhmyGod…

My heart was racing as he saw me and turned, then took pity on my plight. With a gentle smile he crossed the distance between us, then swept me straight into his arms.

Halfway. Remember that he met you halfway.

It was just one of a thousand thoughts as he carried me to his bed. The sheets were cool beneath my body, the blankets thick and welcoming. And there was a fireplace in his room, just like mine! Only his fireplace was fully lit and still warm with hot, glowing embers.

You’re both equally to blame for this.

Maybe, maybe not. But blame could be assigned later, when this whole thing was over. What was about to happen was desperately needed, and totally beyond necessary. The culmination of just too much restraint to hold back any longer.

“Here,” Duncan whispered, spreading me out on his bed so that my shirt rode up to the tops of my thighs. “Right here.”

He positioned me exactly where he wanted me, like a spider prepping a trapped fly. I was entranced as he re-crossed the room bare-chested, in only his underwear. He threw two thick pieces of wood on the fire, then reached his arms high overhead and cracked all ten of his knuckles.

Holy shit, Delilah.

The fire felt absolutely orgasmic on my skin. For a few moments we just stared at each other in the orange, flickering light, each knowing what the other was about to do. Each of us understanding that a line was about to be crossed, and that once it was there was no going back.

Duncan said nothing as he dropped to the bed and slid up alongside me. He curled his warm body into mine, sliding one hand up my side as I shivered from the electricity of his touch.

Our lips met and our tongues danced again, kissing each other over and over as our hands roamed. His fingers found the hem of my shirt and he lifted it higher, exposing the smooth, vast expanse of my naked thighs.

Ohhhh…

And then he was touching me. Sliding two thick fingers against my already-substantial wetness, while pressing them over the sheer satin fabric of my tiny thong.

“Fuck,” I breathed. “Oh fuck me…”

Duncan chuckled softly, like he’d been issued a challenge. Which of course he had, whether I knew it yet or not.

“That feels… so… amazing…”

I was murmuring the words, breathing them into his mouth as he increased the pressure. By now the fabric covering my slit was totally drenched. He hooked it deftly with his thumb and pulled it aside, exposing my glistening folds to the magic of his talented fingers.

The fire had come back to life now, warming our bodies and illuminating the room with fresh new light. I was enjoying the view of his magnificent body, and tracing his arms with my fingertips. I dragged the pads of my fingers down along his shoulders and over his ribcage, which was covered in thick, beautiful layers of striated muscle. I’d never had a man like this. Not even close.

His fingers entered me with a sharp gasp followed by a long, drawn out sigh. It had been forever since I’d been touched like this. Or at least, touched like this by someone other than myself.

God…

Duncan kissed me even harder before working his way downward, squeezing one breast through my sleep-shirt as he nuzzled the other. And through it all, his fingers never stopped. They penetrated me so fully, so deeply, they brushed my G-spot as they plunged in and out of my body.

FUCK!

It occurred to me I could come right here and now. I was so juiced up, so excited and horny and totally lost in the moment I could just close my eyes and let go. But I also wanted to wait. I wanted to feel his thickness inside me when I did it, so I could spasm around him and show him just how hard I could—

“Ohhh!”

Duncan flipped my body over as abruptly and easily as if I were a pancake. Spreading my ass-cheeks with both hands, he slid forward on his belly and thrust his tongue inside me from behind.

And holy FUCK it was awesome.

“NNNNGHHH…”

I squealed with pleasure as he devoured me, rocking my body forward on my knees and elbows. His hands were wrapped around my thighs now. He kept pulling me back hard against his surging, churning mouth, in an effort to drive his tongue as deep as possible.

Oh my—

I couldn’t take it anymore. Spinning in the opposite direction, I rolled him onto his back and straddled his face. He looked initially surprised but welcomed the new position, which allowed me to yank his boxers down to his knees and finally get my reward.

WOW.

Duncan’s cock sprang free like a baton, nearly hitting me in the chin as I leaned forward to swallow it whole. I could only get it halfway down. Stretching my lips to open my mouth even further, I took another couple of inches.

In the meantime his iron-like arms were still wrapped tightly around my thighs, and he was using them to pull me down onto his squirming tongue. I leaned back in surrender for a moment, moaning loudly as I reveled in the feel of his beautiful mouth. When I leaned forward again to take him back down my throat, we were in a full-blown sixty-nine.

Which just so happened to be my favorite position.

Mmmmmmm…

I kept thinking it was totally crazy, what we were doing. How it couldn’t possibly be a good idea, despite how obviously we both wanted each other. And yet here we were, all alone in a big dark mansion. We had the warmth of firelight, and the comfort of a big soft bed.

And were alone. So blessedly, beautifully alone and free to kiss and plunder and devour each other, for hours and hours if we really wanted. Liam and Julius were a hundred miles away, and the rest of the world seemed much further than that. It was just us, and no one else. The warm, writhing bodies of two consenting adults, surrendering fully. Completely...

I bent back to the task of going down on my new lover, growing more and more excited as I realized just how big he was. I could imagine how tight I might feel to him. How wonderfully full I’d be with the full length of his thickness buried inside me, and suddenly I wanted that more than anything else.

“You have to fuck me…”

I mumbled the words with his cock held tightly against my cheek, pumping it up and down in my saliva-coated fist. Down below, Duncan had stretched my thong over one globe of my ass and was feasting on me like a banquet. His face was buried so deeply between my legs I could’ve flooded him to the point of drowning, but I’d hardly get to witness it because the intensity of my building orgasm would surely black me out.

“Did you…” I gasped sharply, biting my lip as his tongue drove even deeper. “Did you hear what I—”

Again he flipped me over, this time grabbing my ankles and criss-crossing his arms. He was so strong, so powerful! His movements so practiced and fluid, and yet nothing about the way he moved seemed harsh or violent.

Duncan rose up on his knees, shoving his way between my thighs. Eagerly I opened my legs for him. I had to spread them so wide I actually felt my hips crack.

“You’ll need to go slow,” I warned breathlessly, as he gripped himself in one big fist. “Please.”

I felt the sharp pressure of something warm and thick, pressing against my entrance as he dragged it up and down a few times. Still more than a little frightened, I gasped.

“I haven’t…” I whispered, “… you know. In a long tim—”

Leaning his body forward, Duncan obliterated the rest of my explanation by covering my mouth with his. He kissed me softly, gently. With such tenderness and compassion I felt my whole body sinking into the bed, willing itself to relax.

He’s so perfect,I thought to myself. So—

Then he surged forward and into me…

And my whole world was filled with nothing but him.