The Doctor's Fake Nanny(39)

Tristan pushed her gently onto the mattress, his fingers expertly  unzipping the front of her pants before reaching down to her ass and  peeling the jeans off her legs. She was now naked except for her skimpy  white thong.

She reached out to unzip his pants, but he pushed her hand aside as he  slithered out of them, boxers and all. The lines in his abdomen were  like little canals that ran below his pectoral muscles. Cassidy couldn't  resist the temptation to brush her fingers softly between them before  he lay softly on top of her.

His cock was pushing hard against her pussy, her panties the only remaining barrier that stood between them.

Oh my god, he's big. The thought ran through her mind as his cock grinded against her groin.

He lifted her up into a sitting position, his thighs straddling her  hips, her legs under his and wrapped around his ass. Locked together, he  gazed down her breasts, his yearning written all over his face. He  cupped both her breasts into the palm of each hand as he grazed her neck  with a kiss.

His lips followed the curve of her shoulders down to the side of her  breasts before he claimed one into his mouth and sucked. With his other  hand, he fondled the other breast, playing with her nipple using his  thumb and forefinger. Cassidy's back arched with pleasure as he  alternately sucked on both nipples with his lips and tantalized with his  tongue. She strained hard against him, moans of pleasure emanating from  her lips.

He twisted suddenly and pushed her back onto the bed with him on top of  her. He showered her belly with soft bites and wet kisses until he  reached the triangle patch of her pubes. With one swift move, her thong  was in shreds, as he casually tossed it aside.

"Open your legs wider," he commanded, and Cassidy obeyed like a robot.

She held her breath knowing what to expect, but still unprepared for the  hot and cold flashes as his tongue assaulted her clit. His hot breath  tickled the sides of her vagina as his tongue explored the insides of  her thighs and every inch of her pussy.

Cassidy was breathing hard as she raised her head to look at him, but  she couldn't stay upright long enough. She fell back onto the mattress  as his tongue sucked her clit, sending her into a frenzy. His  ministration was driving her insane as he peeped at her from between her  legs. The wanton look in his eyes only managed to make her hornier, and  she was never wetter than she was at that very moment.

She slumped down onto the bed as she climbed the apex of her orgasm.  Every flick of his tongue against her smooth nub was indescribable  pleasure, sending her higher and higher. She clawed at the sides of the  bed as his tongue slipped lower and deeper inside her. She had reached  her peak by the time he was back sucking on her clit.

A guttural scream escaped her lips as the first of a series of orgasms  hit her like a tidal wave. She flounced on the bed like fish out of  water. She wanted to control the tide that was sucking her in. But it  was no use. She had no power over it as her body heaved and shook  violently when the second orgasm hit her.

"I want you inside me," she begged him.

Tristan needed no second invitation as he clambered between her legs and  mounted her. He positioned his cock onto her clit and rocked slowly  back and forth. The feel of his hard dick rubbing against the velvety  softness of her clit ignited her once again.

Cassidy was panting. She feverishly grasped onto the ephemeral sensation that propelled her to the edge of the abyss.

After a few more strokes on her over-sensitized clit, he rammed into  her, pounding her repeatedly so that she was lifted partially off the  bed. She steadied herself, meeting his thrusts in perfect harmony,  lifting her hips so he could penetrate her even deeper.

Tristan's grunts were coming fast and Cassidy knew he was almost there.  After a few more strokes, her pussy felt like it was ready to explode.                       
       
           



       

"I'm cumming … " Cassidy whispered.

Like a fuse that had reached the end of its wick, they ignited together  in savage orgasm. Cassidy felt like her brain had exploded as she clung  to him tightly with her arms and her ankles wrapped around his calves.

A few minutes passed before Tristan's heavy breathing subsided. His body  writhed every now and then as he emptied himself inside her. Cassidy  felt limp as a rag doll as her own quivering body settled down. The  ringing in her ears disappeared, followed by a lethargy that swept from  the tips of her hair down to her toes.

he hardly managed a peep as Tristan twisted on top of her and settled by  her side. He raised her shoulders slightly and placed his arms around  hers. Her head was nestled against his neck and her arms wrapped around  his chest. Nothing felt safer. The world's troubles couldn't get to her.  She could stay there forever, she thought.

It felt like home.

Tristan and Cassidy grew into a routine. No commitment. No spoken  promises, but an easy way of being together. Cassidy kept her apartment  in Queens but spent most nights with Tristan. He was courteous and  affectionate. All the love-making kept her from her notebook in the  evenings so she changed her schedule. She woke before Tristan and would  go to the kitchen to wrote in the early mornings.

After about two weeks, she felt completely comfortable with him. The  kitchen which was filled with every appliance known to culinary arts and  a huge porcelain covered French stove covered with iron plates that  heated from underneath. The coffee machine was built into the corner and  it made delicious espresso. She made herself a cappuccino and settled  in with her notebook. She was working on her fictional Tristan, caught  up with crack-heads in a small town in Alabama, an innocent who met the  wrong fate at the gas station.

"Morning," Tristan greeted with a sleepy smile.

"Good morning," Cassidy smiled as she quietly closed the notebook and  sipped her cappuccino. "Want your black double espresso?" She got up to  push buttons on the coffee stand.

"So what's this? A diary?" Tristan teasingly reached for the notebook.

"No!" Cassidy said with more edge to her voice than she meant. "It's my notebook."

"Oh?"

"It's …  I guess … "

Tristan smiled. "Just can't get rid of that self-effacement, can you? We've got to work on that, Cass."

Cassidy knew he was right. There was nothing wrong with aspiring to be a writer.

"It's my journal. It's not a diary in the way you think. I write down  snatches of conversation, or character descriptions, or, just names. You  know, someone comes into the café and they tell me their name with the  order. Sometimes a name just strikes me and I write it down."

"Ha! Did you write down Tristan?"

"I did. I mean it's not you, it's the name. It's hard to explain."

"Try me."

The coffee stand gave out a final hiss. Cassidy poured Tristan's  espresso into a tiny cup and set it in front of him on the large kitchen  table.

"I …  well …  someday I want to be a writer."

"So your notes are like snapshots. You write those sketches and then, eventually, you have a story. Is that it?

"Yes." Cassidy was relieved he understood. Somehow he got it.

"You capture people in words. I capture them with the camera. I think I  know how the process works," he smiled as he sipped his espresso.

"I never thought of it that way. You're right …  snapshots. I'm going to  call them snapshots from now on." She gave him a big grin, her face lit  with excitement.

Tristan reached his hand across and touched her arm. She felt the  electricity shoot through her. His grey-green eyes looked into hers.  "Cass, never be ashamed of your talents. It's a gift. Practice. That's  what makes you go from good to great. I want to see you in here every  morning writing away. If you don't want me to talk to you, just tell  me."

Cassidy flushed with pleasure. She had much to learn and Tristan was such a gentle, understanding teacher.

"I'll let you know, but I like it when you talk to me."

"You do?" He grinned. "Like this? Take off your robe."

Cassidy flushed again. She felt the fires start burning inside. She  stood up and slowly undid her robe, letting it fall to the floor. She  took the waist tie and draped it around her neck like a scarf.

"Yes," Tristan breathed. He walked around the table and took her in his  arms. She took the tie from around her neck and draped it over his head.  "We don't need that," Tristan said as he tossed it to the floor. She  felt his hardness pressing against her abdomen. She felt warm all over  as she pulsed inside with desire.