Falling for the Babysitter

Smiling, I take the pillow off of my face when it gets too hot. When I do, I see a dark figure in the doorway and yelp, my heart racing a million miles an hour.

Deacon stands there, a crooked smile on his face. “Hi,” he says.

Flushed, I ask, “What are you doing here? Why aren’t you at work?”

I sit up and start to stand, but he says, “No, stay there.”

It feels a little like I’m in trouble. Like when I did something wrong as a kid and I was made to stay on my bed and not move.

“I called in sick,” he says, moving toward the bed. Toward me. My breathing comes faster. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. There’s a connection here. I know you feel it.”

in heavy bursts as he leans over me. I nod because my voice is caught in my throat. He grabs my arms and raises them above my

my hair. I love how his body fits perfectly with mine. Our hips and chests meshing together as if we were made for each other. I can feel his heartbeat against me, moving just as fast as mine. He seems so confident, but his heartbeat suggests he’s nervous too. Or maybe he’s just as excited to be with me as I am to finally be with him. I can’t believe this is finally happening. All my adolescent dreams are coming true and I try to memorize the feeling of him against me,

meet, twisting and writhing. Limbs intertwine. I slip his shirt over his head, mussing up his hair. His skin is hot to the touch, taut over his muscles. I love the smoothness of him against my fingers. Looking down between us, I see his hard on straining to get out of his jeans. I’m all too eager to help him with

the pain of having sex for the first time. Especially with someone so big. I know it’s

over his narrow waist, and I see just how intimidating he really is. I’m nervous, but at the same time I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been. His skin

as if I’ve awoken a beast. Suddenly he’s tearing off my clothes, his eyes feral with lust. I’m a rag doll, being bent and positioned roughly. This wild side of him is such a turn on, and I realize the difference between a boy and a man are worlds apart. My ex, Trevor, was a terrible substitute for the

exposed like this, but the intense look on his face lets me know he likes what he sees and all I want to do is please him, so I make sure not to curl in on myself like I want. I stay open to him, let him see every part

seen,” he says in