The Woodsman's Nanny - A Single Daddy Romance

by Emerson Rose

  I cup her full, round breasts and take turns sucking and pinching her stiff nipples. Her hands thread through my hair, and each time I pinch, she grabs tight and pulls a little harder. Down, down I go until I’m circling her navel with my tongue and slipping off her matching floral panties.

  I check again to see if her eyes are open, but they are still closed. Watching her face carefully for any sign of hesitance, I press her knees wide open and crouch down. I lick her slick, bare mound slipping my tongue into her slit to tease her, and she gasps.

  “Don’t move,” I growl. I tug my shirt off over my head and toss it onto the floor along with my shorts. We are both naked now except for her nightgown that is pushed up over her breasts. I swoop down and catch her by surprise again, but this time I don’t tease.

  My tongue dances across her skin lapping up her sweetness making her orgasm once, twice, and when she’s on the verge of coming a third time, I pause.

  “Oh God, please don’t stop, I’m almost there again,” she pants.

  I move up onto my hands and knees and hover over her body. “I know, but I need to get a condom.”

  “I’m on the pill, and I’m clean, swear to God, check my medical records.” Her words tumble from her lips frantic and desperate.

  She’s right, she is clean. I remember now, and I trust she wouldn’t lie about being on the pill. I haven’t had unprotected sex since I was fifteen. I don’t even remember what it feels like, and the idea of it right now with this woman excites me beyond comprehension.

  “You’re sure it’s okay?”

  “Yes, yes, please, it’s fine.”

  “Aren’t you worried about me? How do you know I’m clean?”

  “You were going to use a condom, weren’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Dirty guys don’t bother, and I trust you.” She reaches up and claws at my ass, and I lose my train of thought. Fuck it, she’s good, and I know I’m good.

  I lower my hips down and press the tip of my cock against her opening planning on going slow, teasing, tempting, but she’s too far gone for that. She takes hold of my cock and guides me inside pushing against my ass with her heels making it happen fast and deep. She feels so good, skin against skin, no barrier, nothing keeping me from feeling every tiny movement and sensation.

  “Oh God, yes, Xander, you feel so good. I knew you would.”

  “You’ve been thinking about this, baby?” I say in a husky voice against her ear thrusting in deep, taking her breath away.

  “Yes, since I saw your ass in those scrubs in the ER.”

  Wow, she thinks my ass looks good in those baggy things? I guess it’s no stranger than me thinking she was sexy with an avocado nose and two five-inch gashes on her face.

  I bend down and suck her nipple hard, she cries out, and I remember where I am and who I’m with. As bad as I want to take her every way possible and fuck her until she screams my name, I know we have to be discrete and semi-quiet. Tori is a good sleeper, but if she hears Sasha crying out, she might wake up.

  I rise and slide her legs over my shoulders to enter deep. Her hands fly out to her sides clutching the sheets. I watch her breasts bounce with every thrust and marvel at how perfect they are. It’s amazing that they are natural. I couldn’t have made them better myself.

  “I’m… oh God, Xander, I’m coming,” she says with a gasp arching her back off the bed. I feel her contracting around me, and after three more thrusts, I follow pushing in deep and holding it there. I’m usually very vocal when I come, but in this unique situation, I grit my teeth and quietly hiss the word fuck until my cock stops pulsing, and I collapse on top of her soaking wet body.

  After a minute of both of us catching our breath, I prop up on my elbows and find her eyes open. “Good dream?” I ask.

  “The best.”

  “Really? The best dream ever?”

  “The absolute best dream I’ve ever had in my life, yes.”

  “Wow.”

  “You sure do know how to wake a girl up.”

  “You were driving me crazy. Do you know you talk in your sleep?”

  “Yeah, I’ve been told that a few times. What did I say?”

  I clear my throat and say in my best girl impression, “You said, Xander, don’t stop, make love to me all night long every night for the rest of time.” I wiggle my eyebrows and wait for her reaction. She tries to hold back, but after a few seconds, she busts out laughing.

  “No way. I’ve never spoken full sentences in my sleep, first of all, and I’m sure I didn’t say all of that!”

  “Okay, okay, it was more like, Xander don’t. I added the rest.”

  “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I was having a delicious dream about you, and when you carried me to your bed, I wasn’t sure if I was awake or not.”

  “When did you know?”

  “When you kissed me.”

  “Why?”

  “That kiss gave me butterfly zings in my pussy.”

  “It did what?” I’ve never known a woman who called her vagina a pussy. It’s usually koochie or cooter or hoo-ha but never pussy.

  “You gave my pussy butterfly zings. I can’t resist butterfly zings.”

  “Say it again.”

  “What? Pussy or butterfly zings?”

  “Pussy, definitely pussy.”

  “Pussy. What?” she asks looking puzzled.

  “That’s so hot. Women never call it that. I love it.”

  “I’ll try to remember that.”

  I roll us onto our sides facing each other and use my foot to pull up the covers. “I want to spoon with you for a while, but you’ll have to go back to your room before Tori wakes up, so she’s not confused.”

  She shrugs and rolls over pressing her gorgeous soft ass against my semi-erect cock. There’s no way I’m done with her yet. I’m getting harder by the second. I slide my hand up her flat belly and cup one of her breasts pushing my cock against her ass.

  “Mmm, am I dreaming again?”

  “I don’t know, what do you think?”

  “I think yes.”

  “Good. I think yes, too.” I bite her neck and slide my cock up and down against her ass dreaming of getting back inside her.

  “Did you hear that?” she says, her body going stiff.

  “No,” I start to say, but then I hear it, too. Little feet pitter-pattering in the hall. “Shit, Tori’s awake.”

  “I’ll go in the bathroom so you can put her back to bed,” she says leaping from the bed and slipping on her panties. I exit the bed with a melting boner thanks to the vision of my baby walking in on me having sex with her nanny. How confusing would that have been for her?

  “Daddy, why’s your door shut?” Tori asks when I open it.

  “I was on the phone before I fell asleep, princess. I didn’t want to wake you, and I forgot to open it when I fell asleep. What are you doing up?”

  “I’m thirsty, can I have some water?”

  “Yeah, go hop back into bed, and I’ll get you a small bottle from the fridge.” She never asks for a drink before bed or in the middle of the night. She’s too afraid of wetting the bed, so this surprises me. She did have a big day yesterday with Sasha, though. Maybe she’s just a little dehydrated.

  I watch her pad back to her room, and I wonder for the billionth time since she was born if I’m doing a good job parenting her. I hope so.

  When she is in her room, I return to mine and knock softly on the bathroom door. “She’s back in her room. I’m going downstairs to get her a bottle of water.”

  The door opens, and she stands before me braiding her hair. “I’ll head back to my room then. Thanks for the great dream.” She smiles and squeezes past me brushing her breasts against my chest.

  “You’re very welcome, anytime, and I mean anytime.”

  “Xander, tonight was great, but I’m not sure we should let it happen again. I don’t think this is a good idea.”

  “You’ve got to be kidding me, rig
ht? What about this isn’t a good idea?”

  “Go get Victoria some water, and we can talk about it tomorrow.”

  “I don’t want to talk about it tomorrow. I want to talk about it right now.”

  She sighs, and I can’t believe I could have misread what just happened between us. No, that was raw passion and feelings. We are attracted to each other, and there’s no other explanation for it.

  “Okay, here’s the deal. I’m a poor, uneducated woman, down on my luck, and in debt. You are rich, handsome, probably set for life financially. We don’t match up. We aren’t compatible.”

  “That’s ridiculous.”

  “Is it? How could this possibly ever become anything? We don’t have anything in common besides great sex, and I’m sure you can get that anywhere…” I hold up my hand to stop her.

  “Go back to your room. You’re right, we need to talk about this. I’m going downstairs to get Tori some water, and we will talk when I get her tucked in.”

  “See? I already feel like a little kid. You’re sending me to my room.”

  I scrunch up my face in total confusion. “What?”

  “You’re old, I’m young, another incompatibility. What are you like forty?”

  “Forty-five.”

  “That’s a sixteen-year age gap, Xander.”

  “We will talk about this in a few minutes. I have to go downstairs.” I turn and leave her standing in the bathroom with her excuses. Old, I’m not fucking old, and who cares if she’s a few years younger, anyway? She’s going to have to come up with better reasons than that not to date me.

  I grab a water and take the stairs two at a time to Tori’s bedroom. She’s sitting in the middle of her bed with the covers pulled up to her waist wide awake. “Here you go, bug. Is this the only reason you’re awake? You didn’t have a bad dream, did you?”

  “No. I thought I heard crying, and then when I was awake, I got thirsty.” Shit, I wonder if she heard Sasha and me?

  “Well, it’s late. Have a drink and let’s get you tucked back in.”

  She takes the water and drinks half of the four-ounce bottle. “That’s good, not too much.” I take the bottle and put it on her bedside table. “It’ll be right here if you need more. Can you sleep now?”

  She shrugs, and I know she wants me to lay with her until she falls back to sleep. I crawl on the bed on top of the covers and lay my head on the pillow next to hers. It smells like the ocean and jasmine and candy. It smells like Sasha.

  “I love you, my daddy,” she says rolling onto her side to face me.

  “I love you, too, princess, more than anything.”

  “More than work?”

  “Way more than work.”

  “More than swimming in the ocean?”

  This is a game we play. She thinks of a million things I love and asks if I love her more. I always do.

  “Yes, more than swimming in the ocean and any other thing you can think of.”

  “More than Sasha?” she says in the tiniest voice.

  I prop up on my elbow to give her my undivided attention. “What makes you think I love Sasha?” Her little shoulders go up in a shrug, and she picks at the satin edge of her sheet. “Princess, I only just met Sasha. We’re friends, and she’s your nanny, that’s all. I like her very much, but I don’t love her.” Do I? How would I know? I’ve never been in love before.

  I think about her all the time, have ever since I first laid eyes on her. I look forward to seeing her especially now that she’s living in my house. That’s another thing, I’ve never wanted a woman in my house or around my daughter, but with Sasha, it’s like she belongs here. And now that I’ve had the ultimate pleasure of being inside of her, tasting her, kissing every part of her body, I can’t imagine living without her.

  Sure sounds like love, but there’s no way, not after only two weeks, right?

  “Daddy?” Tori says pulling me from my contemplation.

  “Yeah, honey.”

  “Is it okay if I love Sasha? Cuz I do.”

  Oh, the innocence of a child. Why can’t it be that easy for me?

  “Yes, you can love Sasha, that’s fine. I think she loves you, too.” I tap her on the nose, and she smiles.

  “Then how come you can’t love her?”

  Oh boy, good question. Now how do I answer it? “Love between grown-ups is a little different, baby. I think it takes longer.”

  Two tiny lines form between her eyebrows when she frowns. “That’s stupid.”

  I chuckle because I think she may be right. “Yeah, maybe.”

  “Prince Charming loved Cinderella when he saw her at the ball, and that was only one night.” She’s got a point. Love at first sight is pretty popular in fairy tales and romance books.

  “Listen, sweet girl, that’s a story, and we could talk about this all night, but it’s late, and you need your beauty sleep so close those eyes,” I say brushing my fingers over her eyelids. “And think about the ocean and surfing and the waves until you fall to sleep.”

  The very mention of surfing causes her face to break into a smile, and I know I’ve successfully gotten her mind off of love at first sight. I kiss her forehead and slide out of bed. Leaving the door open halfway, I move toward Sasha’s bedroom door. It’s closed. I knock very softly so as not to alert Tori. No answer. I try the doorknob, and it’s locked. Great, she knows I can’t bang on the door because of Tori, but I’m not giving up that easily.

  Back in my room, I grab my phone and lay down in my bed that still smells of sex and Sasha, my new favorite smells. I send her a text.

  Me: Your door is locked.

  Sasha: I know.

  Me: What if Tori needs you?

  What if I need you is more like it, but she’s being stubborn, so I have to use what ammunition I’ve got.

  Sasha: You’re right across the hall.

  Me: I have to work in the morning.

  Sasha: SO DO I!

  Me: I have surgery.

  Sasha: I have to care for your most precious possession, your daughter.

  She’s got me there.

  Me: What if I lop off some poor woman’s breast because I’m tired?

  Sasha: I’m sure you’re skilled enough to give her a newer, better, BIGGER one.

  I laugh, she’s right, I could.

  Me: What’s your problem with big breasts?

  Sasha: No problem.

  Me: Please, unlock the door, so we can talk.

  Sasha: There’s nothing left to say.

  Me: There’s plenty to say. For instance, why did you say we have nothing in common?

  Sasha: Because we don’t. I used to sell shoes, you’re a doctor. I think that says it all.

  Me: That doesn’t say shit. Unlock your door, so we can talk face to face.

  Sasha: No.

  Me: Sasha.

  She doesn’t respond, and I’m losing my patience. She will not dismiss me like this. I get up and quietly walk to my office to get the master key to all the rooms in the house. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner.

  It’s a bold move, one I would never make with anyone else staying in my home. I slip the key in and open her door. The light is on next to her bed, and her phone is lying next to it flashing my last text message. I hear the shower running in the en-suite bathroom and smile. Perfect. She can’t get away from me now, and I can show her at least a dozen things we have in common in the shower.

  I try the doorknob, and it’s open, not that it matters. I have the key in my pocket. Steam pours out the door when I open it. I can see her curvy silhouette behind the frosted glass of the shower. Her arms are over her head shampooing her hair. She doesn’t sense my presence, and I plan on taking full advantage of that.

  Silently, I strip my t-shirt off over my head and drop my shorts releasing my throbbing erection. The shower is a walk-in with no door, just an open space at one end. I step in blocking one of four jet sprayers, and that gets her attention. She spins around spraying water and shampo
o everywhere including right into my eye.

  “What the hell? Didn’t I lock the door?” she yells, and I reach out and cover her mouth.

  “Shush, you don’t want Tori in here, do you?” I tip my face toward the water to rinse the burning soap from my eye. So much for a smooth romantic entrance where I grab her around the waist, spin her around, and ravish her before she can complain about me coming into her locked quarters.

  “Maybe you should have thought of that before you invaded my privacy,” she hisses in a whisper. “What are you a part-time criminal or something? Picking locks…” she says under her breath while turning away from me to finish rinsing her hair.

  “It’s my house, and I have a key. I didn’t want to use it, but you weren’t being reasonable.” I step forward and remove the detachable showerhead to rinse her hair myself, anything to get closer to her wet body.

  She tries to step forward, but I slide my arm around her waist and pull her back to my front giving her the full effect of my length. At first, I think she’s going to struggle, but I suspect she’s getting butterfly zings in her pussy because her muscles relax, and she melts against me. I continue to rinse her hair until the water runs clear, and I replace the showerhead in its cradle.

  “Conditioner?” I ask knowing full well that if her hair is anywhere as tangly as Tori’s, she will never get a brush through it without conditioner. She points at a bottle on the stone bench with a pump on top. I push the pump three times and work the slippery product into her hair from scalp to ends.

  “You’re good at that,” she says, and I lean around to look at her face surprised by the compliment. She’s frowning, and her bottom lip is sticking out in a pout as if it pained her to admit that I am good at taking care of her hair.

  “I’ve had a lot of practice washing hair.”

  Her frown deepens, and she glares at me. “Tori’s hair. Geesh, you’re the jealous type, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, I am.” I take a deep breath in through my nose and blow it out rolling my eyes. At least she’s the honest, jealous type.