Page 28 of Nanny for the Firefighters

"Ella." My voice is low and hoarse as I say her name. I've never been able to separate sex and emotion all that well, and there's just something about this woman that hits me right under the ribs.

"Yes." It's not a question. She's telling me she wants me with so few words that I groan against her shoulder. Releasing her breast, I reach between us to grab my shaft and drag the head of my dick through her folds. Her whimpers tell me that I'm taking too long, teasing her, and I enjoy every nanosecond of it.

Finally, I notch myself at her entrance and make the slow glide in. I stay there without moving, simply enjoying the way her inner muscles clench and undulate around me. Fuck, is she magic. Ella arches back again, pushing me deeper, but I don't thrust, needing to anchor myself in this moment before I get carried away.

"Theo." It's an admonishment, so I give her my teeth and revel in her strangled cry. And then I start to move, little by little, until we're rocking together.

"Fucking spectacular." And she is, allowing me to be sweet and attentive, letting me touch her everywhere, explore her like she is an unmapped natural phenomenon. I had her fast and hard already, and now… this. This envelopes me with all the things I've been missing, and I must keep her in my arms for as long as possible. I want to fall asleep with her like this and wake with my cock still inside her to start all over again.

"Tell me what you like. What you want." I want to give you everything is what I can't say. Not with how quickly we fell into this. Not with how only twenty-four hours ago, I'd been in love with another woman—a married woman. "Please."

Ella chuckles. "I'm enjoying what you're doing there." She wiggles her ass. "But you could be more creative with these." She grabs my hand and brings it back to her tit, so I knead and tug and pinch and roll until she's writhing in pleasure. It boosts my own, picking up my thrusts as we both breathe heavily.

"Mmm, you can also stroke me here," she says, sliding that same hand down her stomach and between her legs, which crack open just enough for my fingers to cover her mound. Her moan stabs through my gut as I stroke her, finding her clit slick and swollen. I swear I can feel it throbbing under my fingertips.

"Fucking sweetest little honey pot. I wonder if your cum tastes as good as your skin and your mouth do."

Ella's chuckle accompanies her head flinging back, back bowing as I seem to hit a spot that makes her quake. Now, her chest heaves like she can't catch her breath, and I refuse to change a thing I'm doing to keep her just like this. "I–I like it when you talk to me. Like this."

I grin. "You like a little dirty talk?"

"A little." She wriggles harder against my hand, seeking her own end. A few small gasps escape her.

I groan into her ear. "Keep doing that, honey pot. Grind that puss back on my cock like a champ." Ella takes my cue and does as I tell her. Fuck, does everything about this woman have to be perfect? She's so responsive. "Fuck, keep tightening around me, and I'm going to come in you too quickly."

As if that isn't already evident by the way my hips pick up speed. I twirl my fingers over her clit, through her wet folds, and back up and around. The needy noises she makes increase, and she's like a fist around my shaft.

"Yeah? You like the thought of that? Being full of my cum?" The thought makes me harder, I swear.

Ella lets out a strangled yes, and I know I've got her right on the edge. I give her mound a few swift taps, and she's a goner, pulsing and quaking around me with full abandon.

"Fuck yes, Ella. Fuck yes. God, you're so sexy when you come." And she is, mouth open in a silent scream. I moan low. "Look at you."

My grunts are muffled against her shoulder. I give her a few more swipes of my fingers across her clit, playing her like a guitar, and the strangled noise bleating from her lips has me chuckling. Then, I lift her knee, sharpening the angle of my thrusts, tightening her further around me, and Ella seems frozen.

Her body rocks with each pump of my hips, but I'm far past being able to stop. Soft smacking sounds echo between us. She's so, so wet, it spreads across my thighs. My arm slinks under her shoulders, pulling her back against me. Needing the contact of her skin, I keep her there as I pound into Ella's sweet sex.

The pleasure spikes, taking over reality for long minutes until my balls draw up tightly and I spill my climax into Ella. Teeth grazing across her shoulder, I slowly come down, but I'm unwilling to let her go.

I've never had sex like this. Not with Tiffany, not with any of the women I've slept with before her. What kind of spell has Ella cast on me, on the four of us?

I wipe my hand down her body, rubbing her hip and thigh after settling her down. "You all right, honey pot?"

Her laughter shakes her body against the front of me. I grin against her shoulder again and just hold her. When she settles, she turns in my grip and lazily brushes a hand over my chest.

"I'm good." She sighs, eyes drooping. "Exhausted. In the best way."

As her body relaxes, I see Marcus poke his head into the room. Waving him over has all three of my brothers coming back in to take care of one of the sweetest and sexiest women the four of us have ever encountered.

I brush my hand up her arm, and her eyes flutter back open. "How about a shower?"

Ella's warm smile is answer enough. I lift her easily in my arms and turn to Marcus. "Can you turn on the hot water?"

Cap's smile is small but sincere when he nods, and I follow him into the bathroom, keeping Ella near as she shivers. Then, she laughs. "You can set me down. I'm not going to collapse."

"Won't you? You've been through a lot these past few hours." I enjoy the way her head lolls in my shoulder way too much. So much that I feel possessive, more possessive than I've ever felt before.

Strangely, I feel no animosity toward my friends. We've never shared a woman before, but it seems natural. Will appears in front of us, hesitantly running a hand over her knee. Ella smiles in my arms, and we both smile at her in return.