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.”

over me. I nod because my voice is caught in my throat. He grabs my arms and raises them above my head. Letting out a low moan, I welcome this aggressive side of

gentle kiss at first. An introduction, his lips getting to know mine. His are soft, yet eager. His weight settles on me, fingers curling in 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, the sound of

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 that. He raises up to give me plenty of room to work as I unzip his jeans and slip my hand into his boxers, gasping when I feel

first time. Especially with someone so big.

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 is smoldering and silky. I wrap my hand around his massive manhood, slowly stroking. He lets out a deep, masculine growl that sends goose bumps

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

on his face lets me know he likes what he sees and all I

woman I’ve ever seen,” he says in a