“Honestly, I should have just taken you out for coffee instead of offering you a job,” Frank said. “I should have known that having you living here would be too much for me to ignore. By the way, I didn’t just make all that up about you living here. All the nannies I’ve ever hired have lived here under my roof.”
Veronica was actually a little relieved to hear that. She had actually been wondering if he had not just made up that situation for her in particular.
“But when I saw you here, taking care of my girls,” Frank shook his head. “I really felt something. And every time I looked up at you, you were looking back at me and… I don’t know. I just felt alive.”
Veronica couldn’t help but feel her stomach flutter at those words, and she felt her expression soften. Frank must have seen it as well, because he began to move closer to her. He raised his hands to brush his fingertips along her cheeks. Her breath caught a little as he brushed his thumb along her bottom lip.
“I shouldn’t have gotten so carried away,” he said, his voice growing lower and more husky. “I’m sorry.”
Veronica let out a shaking breath. Her heart pounded, and she didn’t quite know how to react to all this. She could certainly not deny, though, the throbbing ache that had wound its way between her legs.
Veronica said nothing, but she softly kissed the pad of Franks thumb as it hovered near her mouth. Franks’ eyes darkened as she did so, and he pressed his thumb against her lips. Almost instinctively, Veronica opened her mouth further and took it into her mouth, lightly sucking on
it.
Frank’s eyes widened with a predatory look, and she heard him growl deep in his throat. Veronica gasped softly as he suddenly pulled her close, pressing her against his body. Veronica whimpered softly as she felt his hardness pressing against her abdomen.
“I won’t lie Veronica,” Frank leaned down and whispered harshly into her ear. “I want you.”
Veronica let out a shaky breath. She tightly gripped his shirt and buried her face in his chest. She felt his hands move to her hips and began to trace up under her shirt. She sighed as goose bumps ran up along her skin. She looked up into Frank’s eyes, and she knew that she would give in.
Looking around though, she realized that they couldn’t very well do this here in the open. What if one of the girls woke up? That would certainly take a lot of explaining.
“My room,” Veronica said simply. Frank blinked down at her, seemed to have been taken of guard.
“Are you serious?” he asked her, his voice sounding both excited and disbelieving.
Veronica simply nodded and stepped back from him, heading down the hallway to her room. She couldn’t hear him moving, but she could feel his eyes on her as she led him into her room.
Frank stepped in and Veronica shut the door behind him, making sure it was locked. Then, she turned to find Frank already taking off his shirt. Veronica’s throat tightened as his muscled torso was revealed to her, and she felt a wetness forming between her legs. Without hesitation, she began divesting herself of her clothes as well.
Gradually, and slowly enough that it was tantalizing and torturous at the same time, the two stripped until they were standing in front of each other, naked. Veronica’s eyes locked onto his erection, and she nearly drooled when he started to slowly stroke it in front of her.
Veronica watched him for a long while. She finally tore her eyes away from his manhood long enough to look him in the eyes, and the look of lust and desire in them made her knees weak.
Veronica inched closer to him, and when she was standing directly in front of him, she lowered herself to her knees. She looked up and made sure her eyes were locked on Frank as she took his tip in her mouth, and then took him into her mouth.
Veronica moaned as she sucked and pumped at Frank’s cock, alternating between sharp, fast movements to ramp him up, and then slow, rhythmic movements to bring him back down. She revealed in the way his muscles flexed and twitched in response to her. She lost track of how long all this went on. Her own arousal was maddening in and of itself, but she knew it would be worth waiting for when he finally sunk his length into her.
Veronica heard Frank release a growl, and she felt his tip slide past her lips as he suddenly withdrew from her.
“Bed, now,” he commanded, and Veronica bit her lip at the assertion. She wasted no time, and got up to move to the bed. She laid herself out in the middle of it, and tried not to squirm as Frank stood beside the bed, his eyes taking her in.
Veronica looked up at him, and unable to stop herself, she began to run her hands along her body. She brought them up along her ribs and groaned softly as she cupped her breasts, her back arching up off the bed as she tweaked at her nipples. She played with them as long as she could stand, and then began running her hands down over her stomach.
Her pussy was dripping and throbbing sharply with the force of her lust, and she couldn’t wait for that first contact with her sex. Just before she reached her destination, though, she felt Frank’s hand clamp down over her wrist. As her mind, had clouded with pleasure, she had not felt him get onto the bed beside her.
Veronica whimpered a little and weakly tried to free herself. Frank shot her a devilish smile, and brought her hand up over her head, holding it there. Veronica gasped as she felt his hand on the inside of her thigh just above her knee, and slowly beginning to trail up. She wriggled and squirmed beneath him at the light touch, and she panted lightly as he came closer and closer to her sex.
Just before he would have touched her wetness, though, he stopped short. Veronica’s eyes snapped open, and she looked up at Frank in a mixture of confusion and disbelief.
“Frank, please…” she whimpered beneath him. Veronica saw a spark in his eyes, and she nearly screamed as she felt his fingertips drag along her slit, gathering up her wetness before circling them around her clit.
Veronica arched her hips up into the touch, and she spread her legs even wider. Frank continued to play at her, running his fingers and the flat of his palm against her soft folds. He kept the touches light and slow, certainly not enough to do anything more than tease her. Sometimes he would increase the pressure just enough to give her a taste of real pleasure, but then he would back off again.
Additionally, no matter how much veronica ached for it, he did not slide his fingers into her. She ached to have something, anything inside of her as he inner walls ached for lack of something to latch onto. It finally became too much for her to take, and she looked up at Frank in desperation.
“I need you inside me…” she whined at him, arching her hips up against his hand.