Chapter 31 #2
“What did I tell you?” she asked, laughing again. “Never, ever call him Daddy.”
I laughed myself, but loved the playful banter she shared with her sister.
When we’d spoken about interests and family previously, she had mentioned her parents, her grandparents and her sister, but that had been it.
Maybe that was it in terms of family and as for friends, she hadn’t mentioned anyone besides Bea, Carrie and another nanny, Ash, so maybe she didn’t have old friends.
Suddenly, I thought back to rescuing her in the storm and how upset she’d been, almost too upset for just getting stuck in a storm with a broken down car.
My thoughts were interrupted by Flora calling her sister’s name. “Maddie, look just to shut you up, and without details, it was the best sex of my life. Toe curling, sheet gripping, calling to God, amazing sex, happy now?”
Yeah, my ego was beyond pleased that I’d come in search of Flora.
The truth was that last night had been everything she’d said, but as far as I was concerned that was the start, not the peak, so she’d better prepare for more toe curling, sheet gripping, calling to God, amazing sex.
In fact, that might be my plan for the next couple of hours before the children returned.
The remainder of the afternoon was spent in front of the TV watching one of my all-time favourite films, The Shawshank Redemption. I had given Flora first choice on what we watched, but she’d told me to choose, so I had. I wasn’t entirely sure it was her type of thing, but she’d watched it.
“What time is your mum due back?” She was already sitting up, stretching and then facing me.
She was beautiful with her face free of make-up, her hair piled high on her head and dressed in track bottoms and a simple t-shirt. I could already feel the blood in my body rushing to my cock.
“Maurizio.” Her call of my name was a reminder that she had spoken to me, asked a question.
“Sorry.”
She smiled, knowing exactly what I was thinking about, or at least what I was thinking about doing.
I checked my watch. “About an hour.”
“Shame. I was considering a little siesta.”
I looked back at my watch as if checking again would give us more time and as I returned my gaze to Flora, she was moving to straddle my lap.
“What about your siesta?”
“An hour wouldn’t be long enough.” She grinned and if it didn’t cause a chain reaction of my own megawatt smile.
“Did you have something else in mind?”
“I did.” She offered no further explanation but did lower her lips to mine where we began what was becoming almost a ritual of our tongues duelling before mine overpowered hers as my hands grazed over her body, pulling her head closer, moving to stroke her face before travelling lower, cupping her breasts, squeezing and rolling her nipples until she became breathless and her hips began to thrust against my rock hard arousal that I thought might never get enough of her. “Maurizio.”
And there it was, the mere utterance of my name that in such a short time had become a plea, confirmation, and so much more.
“I want to taste you,” she told me as my hands came to rest on her hips, pausing her sliding across my length that was telling me to throw her down and fuck her right here, even if there was a chance my mother might interrupt things.
“Taste me?”
Her reply came in the form of her sliding to her knees in the space between my slightly splayed legs.
Looking up from beneath her partially lowered and heavy looking lids, she looked like sin personified.
Her hands reached up for the waistband of the track bottoms I wore, minus underwear, and my erection sprang free.
Watching her eyes widen and the slow lick of her tongue across her lips caused my cock to lurch as I imagined just how it would feel to be inside her mouth, the sensations that the heat of her mouth and tongue pleasuring me would bring.
She continued to look between my face and my erection for a few seconds longer which is when I reached down and held myself, still for a split second before I began to move my hand along my length, the first pearl of pre-cum appearing immediately.
No words were uttered by either of us, although a slightly strangled hiss that was mine sounded around us before her hand covered mine for a couple of strokes and then her mouth covered the very tip.
Slowly, she sucked, licked and caressed me until she had lowered herself over me a little at a time and then she began to move, still slowly as she built her rhythm and then her pace increased while she cupped and stroked my balls that were heavy and aching already.
The sight of her golden waves spread out in my lap as my pleasure built and threatened to literally explode was both heaven and hell.
Reaching down, I gathered her hair and held it in one hand like a ponytail so I might have a view of her beautiful face and the erotic image of my cock being covered and revealed by her mouth.
The visual along with the physical sensation was reducing the time this was likely to last, but in this moment I wasn’t sure I cared.
I was drunk and stoned on her, this lady who was everything.
Tesoro mio. That two-word thought coincided with her pulling back and almost releasing me but only enough so that she could circle my crown with her tongue.
This show was just getting better with every second, every second that pushed me closer to release and I knew it was going to be like nothing I had ever experienced and whilst pleasurable it was going to be tinged with glorious pain.
“Flora.” The use of her name was accompanied by me inadvertently tugging on her hair that remained in my hand.
A low hiss and aroused groan was her only response, causing me to tug her hair again and if her hiss and groan weren’t a little louder.
She liked that. She found that little area with her tongue that had me growling and ready to come and with a small, cocky smile she returned to moving along my length, driving me to the point of no return.
“Flora,” I warned, “I’m going to come.”
Her efforts increased as did her caressing of my balls and then the world stopped spinning as I came, the first spurt arriving with a roar while the subsequent ones saw me thrusting up to meet her mouth in a sea of cries, moans, groans, expletives, and a sheen of sweat.
When the earth returned to spinning, my breathing was still erratic, and Flora remained on the floor between my legs wearing a small, almost shy smile that seemed to hide what had just happened. Her hair was no longer in my hand but I swear a few strands remained wrapped around my fingers.
I gazed down and prepared to speak but had no clue what to say when I realised her eyes were fixed on my cock that was hard again, assuming it had ever returned to anything else.
“Oh, yeah, I need to be inside of you, and I definitely need to make you come.”
“I could get on board with that.” Her teasing smirk was accompanied by a twinkle in her eye.
“Could you get on board with me having you on all fours, fucking you hard while I pull on your hair, forcing you to look at me as I drive into you, both of us knowing how wet and desperate your pussy is as it squeezes me, begging for more until you come all over my cock as you call my name?” I wasn’t sure I had intended to give so much detail to her, but watching the earlier glint in her eye light up with nothing but desire confirmed she was totally on board now.
“How long do we have?”
That question reminded me of the imminent return of my mother and children.
A quick look at my watch confirmed we were running out of time for all I’d like.
“Thirty minutes.” I was considering all I could do in thirty minutes when the sound of tyres on the gravel drive alerted us both to my mother’s arrival with the children, a little earlier than planned.
“Shit!” I’d been grateful for the extra night but a little longer would have been even better.
Quickly redressing, I prepared to make an offer of later or something similar when Flora spoke.
“Thank you,” she said, already leaning in to land a single kiss to my lips. “For rescuing me, for last night, this morning, for the car, just thank you.”
Already on her feet, she was exiting the room when the children’s squeals and the thudding of feet signalled their approach.
“Hey, you two,” I heard her say before the children appeared, rushing in for hugs and kisses.
“I missed you,” I told them, hugging them more tightly, and I meant it, I had, but had they been another half an hour, I wouldn’t have been disappointed. Could my life get any better? At that second, I didn’t think so.
Once the children were in bed and the remaining work I needed to do was done, I allowed myself to think about the events of the weekend.
I didn’t even try to fight the broad grin splitting my face as I recounted each and every second of the last couple of days, especially not the time I’d spent with Flora.
Gabe and Seb had been right, I was fucked where she was concerned, just as they had been with their own nannies.
Just the thought of Flora made everything somehow better.
It was inevitable that my thoughts would go back to that afternoon when she had given me the best blow job of my life.
After checking on my children who were both sleeping soundly, I made my way to Flora’s door and knocked gently. Just a few seconds later, she opened the door and didn’t look entirely surprised to find me there, although, who else would be knocking on this door aside from me.
“Good evening, Mr Walker.”
Was she teasing me?
“Really, Mr Walker?”
She shrugged and offered me a lopsided smirk. “I am practising my discretion.”
“And you think Mr Walker will come across as discreet when I favour the informality of Maurice?”
“Perhaps, but honestly, there is no way I can be trusted to call you Maurice because it will come out as Maurizio and then—”
Her words were stemmed as I rushed her, somehow pulling her against me and lifting her at the same time, my lips covering hers and her back being pressed against the wall.
“Maurizio.” Her breathy gasp of my name against my lips that were retreating only served to arouse me further and remind me of how many times she’d said it over the last couple of days and how much I’d liked it.
The truth was that every time she said it, lust and desire kicked in and went straight to my groin.
Perhaps some formality might be for the best, although the way she said Mr Walker made me as horny as her Maurizio did, or was it simply the fact that she was speaking to me that made me horny?
“I’m sorry that the children’s return interrupted us before I could give you your release.”
“It’s okay.”
“It’s not, so let me make it up to you.”
“Now?”
“Now.”
“Here?”
“Here,” I confirmed, and immediately wrapped her legs around my hips which is when I noticed that her hair was damp and piled on her head and the only thing she wore was conveniently a long t-shirt that barely covered her arse.
As things stood, it wasn’t covering her arse or anything else in her current elevated position and I now knew she was minus underwear.
“Hold on.” She followed my instruction and wrapped her arms around my neck allowing me to drop one hand between us while the other skimmed across her taut nipple.
The hand between us quickly discovered the damp heat of her arousal, pleasing me to know she was as pleased to see me as my erection was confirming I was to see her.
With ease, I slipped a finger inside her, teasing and stretching her slightly before moving to circle her clit.
Her legs immediately tightened while her fingers and nails began to flex and dig into my neck and shoulders.
I alternated between sliding a finger inside her, then two and moving to circle her clit with her own arousal, each movement eliciting louder moans and harder scratches to my shoulders.
“Come on, let me see you fall apart for me.” My words saw her face contort further in pleasure.
“Maurizio,” she cried as she moved ever closer to the release that would not abate from this point.
I resisted the temptation to point out that her discretional Mr Walker was long forgotten.
“Please, Maurizio, fuck me.”
I wanted nothing more, but this was not about me, and the truth was that I had no condom within easy reach and there was no way I was going to stop her from embracing the pleasure of her glorious release.
“Next time, but this is for you, tesoro mio, just you.” And with a final thrust of my fingers and my thumb pressing down into the soft flesh around her clit, she did indeed fall apart, and I had never seen anything or anyone more exquisitely stunning in my entire life.
Several days passed and any opportunities for alone time with Flora were non-existent beyond stolen kisses before the children came down to breakfast. She had been busy all day with the children and in turn, I had been busy with work, even having a couple of late nights where my mother had stepped in to care for Craig and Rosie.
It wasn’t that Flora wouldn’t have stayed on the clock for a few extra hours, she would have, and had done in the past. No, it had been my decision to ask my mother because, well, I wasn’t entirely sure.
I thought it may have been some subconscious desire for Flora’s role in my life to be clear.
Yes, she was employed as my children’s nanny, but outside of that, she was so much more, and I never ever wanted her to feel as though her job and the salary she received for that had any bearing or influence on her role in my life outside of that.
It didn’t entirely make sense to me, not even in my own head, but that is how I rationalised it.
Flora herself had spent time with her friends too, meaning we seemed to have constantly missed one another.