EroticReverie

Carson

I’ve never kissed a mouth as soft as hers. Never kissed someone so fucking innocent as her little gasps of shock and pleasure fill the air.  I could kiss her forever. Her lips mixed the whiskey make all the bad shit fade away and my hands slide up her back as I pull her closer to me , and I can feel the heat of her as she grinds against me. Her sexy body moving in a slight wave as she rolls her hips and I groan being able feel how bad she wants this too. 

“Tell me how wet you are” I groan into her mouth , my hands coming up and one gripping her hair at the nape of her neck as my mouth skims from her mouth down to her neck and she moans. 

“This is so wrong” she whimpers and I slip my one hand on her back to her shoulder and brush the strap of her thin sleep tank off her shoulder and kiss her skin there as my hand then moves from the side of her arm over to the top of her chest and down and she gasps as I palm her breast and kiss her shoulder again and then over her collarbone. 

“Just tell me how wet you are” I whisper and lick her neck , my hand pulling down the side of her tank top and she gasps as I lean back to look down and I take a deep breath as the fabric pulls down over her breast. 

Dragging over her hard nipple and then exposing it. 

“My god” I say quietly and then cup her breast and pass my thumb over her nipple. 

“You have such sweet nipples” I say and she moans and I look at her. 

“Tell me. Tell me how wet you are Daniella” I say and she whimpers. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet in my life” she admits and I groan. 

“Is it okay that I’m touching you like this?” I ask as my thumb still stroke and pets her gorgeous pink nipple. 

She nods. 

“But we shouldn’t be doing this Carson” she says, her morals far more present than mine. 

“I just need to look at you” I tell her. 

“You’re so beautiful” I whisper as my

Other hand slips from her hair and pulls down the other side of her tank top and she shrugs her shoulders upward as she slides her arms out of the straps and I groan as both of her breasts sit there , so fucking ripe and perfect. 

I was a terrible husband. A terrible man. But I couldn’t stop looking at this other woman. This young , beautiful, tempting woman. 

“Youre stunning” I tell her and she bites her lips as my hands life up her stomach and the curves of my fingers cup her tits and lift them even higher than they already sit. 

“I could look at you forever” I say and then each thumb slips up and over her breasts and over her nipples then the pads of my thumb push against them and around them. 

I loved my wife.  I still love my wife. She was my partner. The mother of my children and she was and is and always will be an amazing wife. It’s not her fault she’s sick. But I couldn’t help the resentment I felt at her choosing to stop treatment. Deep down I knew she was suffering , that she didn’t have any fight left. And it was selfish of me to beg her to keep fighting. It was selfish of me to be out here , touching our au pair. Wanting her. Needing her and needing the intimacy my wife could no longer give me.  The guilt was already eating at me but I couldn’t stop touching Daniella. Couldn’t stop being in awe of her and her body. 

Couldn’t stop thinking about how she might feel , how wonderful her young pussy would feel on my aching cock. I loved my wife. And that might not be believable because of what I was doing. But I just needed something. I needed this. I allowed myself this.  But it wasn’t just me who would feel guilty. Daniella would too. It wasn’t just me that this was about and I had to stop myself. Had to stop touching her and wanting her. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t stop. Mesmerized by the way her nipples moved under my thumb. Rolling her incredibly gorgeous and hard pink nubs around with my thumb. My mouth watering for a taste of them. 

“Carson” she breathes and I look at her. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone this badly” I tell her. 

“You are so beautiful” I say and she inhales and my eyes go to her chest and the way it lifts and then lowers as she gives a shaky exhale. 

“I know this is wrong. But I just….you are….you’re irresistible” I tell her. 

“I can’t stop touching you” I tell her. 

She licks her lips and then I reach one hand up and bring her mouth to mine. 

“Youre exactly what I need” I whisper. 

“I want you” I tell her. 

“I want to kiss you , and touch you, and make you cum” I say and she gasps and then I press my lips to hers and her arms wrap around my neck as he presses her chest into me , kissing me deeply and my hands slip up and down her soft smooth back and her soft warm younger pushes into my mouth and as she whimpers I groan and our kiss only intensifies. 

I missed this. I missed hot and passionate kisses, frenzied and wanting. I missed making out with my wife. I missed the way we were mad for each other. Even with the kids. We’d never gone through a period of a sexless marriage. We were crazy about each other always.  And now I was also crazy about the young woman in my lap.  My want for her matching the want I remembered having for my wife. The want I still had but could do nothing about.  

We sat there , her hips rolling and her sexy needy whimpers filling my mouth as my hands slipped and slid all up and down her back until they finally took purchase in her hair and I grabbed it and pulled it back slowly , making our panting mouth break apart and I kissed down her neck. My mouth eager to get to her breasts. 

“Carson” she moans. “Oh god” she gasps as my mouth draws closer and closer and she lets out a soft curse. 

“Shit” she whispers.”this is so bad” 

“Tell me to stop” I whisper on the upper part of her right breast. 

“Tell me to stop and I won’t put my mouth on your gorgeous breasts and suck your pretty nipple into my mouth” I tell her and she sighs with a little whimper. 

“I can’t” she whispers. “They’re so hard they hurt” she whimpers and I groan. 

“Are you telling me you need me to kiss them? To lick them and suck the ache away?” I ask and she slips her fingers into my hair. 

“Yes” she hisses quietly. “Please” she whimpers. 

“Don’t stop, I don’t want you to stop” she says and I groan. My lips skimming down , my mouth breathing warm air over her nipple and..

“Daddy?” A tiny voice come from the side and my head jerks to my youngest daughter Kendall standing right there in her nightgown clutching a teddy bear under arm. 

Daniella gasps and is out of my lap in a flash and pulling up her top and Kendall’s little eyes go back and forth between us. 

“K-Kendall” I say. “What are you doing up pumpkin?” I ask avoiding the fact she just saw me with my mouth on Daniella. Saw her babysitters breasts while her babysitter sat on my lap. 

“I had nightmare” she says her lower lip trembling. 

I lean forward and pick her up and set her on my leg and she leans in hugging me. 

I look to Daniella who looks so frightened. 

“Daniella did too” I say. 

“You give her kisses too when she is scared?” She asks her innocent eyes blinking up at me and looking to Daniella. 

“Uh.  Yes. “ I say and Daniella looks away. 

“How come you kiss her there?” She says and points to Daniellas chest. 

“She had a boo boo” I say. 

This seems to be good enough reason for Kendall and she looks at Daniella. 

“Can I see boo boo?” She asks and Daniella shakes her head and laughs nervously. 

“It’s all gone no more boo boo”

She says and then reaches her hand out and takes Kendall’s hand and pulls her gently. 

“Come on. I’ll go back upstairs with you. Well check for the monsters and I’ll lay with you and rub your back okay?” She asks my daughter who nods in agreement. 

Kendall always insisted that we check her room for monsters after a nightmare. Even in spots where nothing could hide. I give Daniella a half smile and watch her as she scoops up Kendall on her hip and presses a kiss to her head. 

“Cmon” she says. “We aren’t afraid of no monsters!” She whispers and makes Kendall giggle and I watch as she walks away with my daughter. Chucking her chin as she whispers assurances to her about how silly monsters are. 

And maybe that’s why I felt the need and want I did with a Daniella. She was as good with my children as my wife was.  She was a natural with them. Some women are just meant to be mothers.  Gifts to this earth.  Having the ability to nurture and care for other lives so well. I saw my wife in her. Maybe that was why the undeniable attraction was there. 

I grab my whiskey bottle and glass and the blanket she was using and bring them inside.  I wait down stairs and after fifteen minutes Daniella is back down stairs on her way to her room when she stops and sees me sitting in the living room. 

I look at her. She looks at me. I won’t tell her to come here. I won’t tell her I want to undress her fully and kiss her breasts for her and between her legs.  Because I was pretty sure we both took Kendall finding us as a warning.  That this situation was too risky, and our lives were too delicate to let our attraction get in the way of things. That Kendall showing up proved to us how close we had come to ruining both our lives by getting caught. Because it could’ve been one of the older children. Ones who wouldn’t take a boo boo as an excuse for their father to have their mouth all over the babysitters breasts.  Breasts that were calling to me as I looked at them. Her nipples hard and tempting me from under her tank top. 

“Good night Carson” she says softly. 

I sigh but give a nod. 

“Good night Daniella.”