Page 55 of Nanny for the Firefighters

"Mmm-mm." The challenge in her lilting tone sets me off. I twist and turn and bend her in every direction possible with just the two of us.

As her energy wanes, I prop her on some pillows, face down, with her hips up in my hands. Her cries are muffled in the mattress, fingers twisting in the sheets. I love having her this way because I can reach her G-spot so easily in this position.

I tap it now, steady, forceful swings that rock her naturally back against me. My hands wander, worshiping every part of her I can reach. And that's most of it.

Once I satisfy my wandering exploration of her skin, I wrap my hands in her curls and lift her gently but firmly from the mattress. My arm circles her waist, palm cupping one large breast, and I press her shoulders back against my chest.

The angle of my cock pumping inside her sharpens, tightens, and we moan in the same breath.

Getting her balanced, I spread her knees a little wider, sinking her on me further. Once I have her there, I knead her breast and fondle her nipple. A sharp, needy noise escapes her. Fuck, I've got her close again.

Taking her is always a marathon, but every second of her pleasure feeds my own.

"You're magical," I murmur in her ear, letting my heavy breathing fan her throat, her shoulder, down her chest. I switch breasts, drawing her other nipple to a tight bud.

Her body grows insistent, grinding down against me until her muscles stiffen. Ella's orgasm nearly pulls me with her, but I can't yet. Something holds me back.

I reach down between her legs and rub her clit roughly. It draws a strangled cry from her pretty red mouth as a new climax piggybacks on her first.

When her body sags, I lay her forward, stroking her hair. Bending over her, I brace my hands on either side of her head and roll my hips hard against her tight, pulsing core. My own end is finally coming.

The noises Ella makes are animalistic, matching my grunts as I crest and drive over that edge.

Stars burst behind my eyes as I cradle Ella under me. My mouth spreads soft kisses across the back of her shoulders. "You are fucking brilliant. Beautiful. A goddess incarnate."

Ella laughs, and I groan with the way she squeezes me. "You only say that because I'm full of your cum."

I laugh with her. "You know that's not true."

"Mmm. I do." Her voice is quiet, not quite sleepy, but like she doesn't quite believe it yet. She wants to, though, so I'm willing to wait for her.

I pull out of her and settle us both on our sides, keeping her close until our heartbeats slow. Ella turns to kiss me with a sleepy smile. Then, a divot appears in her forehead and her brows furrow hard. She sits up slowly, and my hands fall to her lap before I follow her.

"You okay?"

She swallows hard. "I could use a glass of water."

"Got it." I'm out of the bed and filling a glass in my bathroom sink and find her sitting on the edge of the bed, reaching for her phone when I return.

Ella takes the glass with a smile and sips it slowly, savoring each swallow before taking the next. When she hands it back, I set it aside and grab her one of my shirts. She smiles a little when I help pull it down over her arms.

I lean in for a kiss and go to grab my boxers from the other side of the bed.

Ella swipes at her phone, her back going straight as she sways a little and her hand covering her mouth. Shooting off the bed, she darts into the bathroom. The door swings mostly closed behind her.

26

ELLA

Ibarely make it to the bathroom in time. My stomach churns violently, and I vomit, clutching the sides of the porcelain sink as my body convulses. The adrenaline from earlier has long since worn off, leaving me weak and nauseous. The taste of bile burns in my throat, and I splash cold water on my face, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

"Ella?" Marcus's voice comes from the doorway, filled with concern. He steps inside, his face etched with worry. "What's wrong?"

I straighten up, forcing a weak smile. "I'm fine, Marcus. Probably just something I ate."

He's not convinced. "What did you eat?"

I lean against the sink, trying to steady my breathing. "An almond bar from a nondescript takeaway place. Must've been bad."