The Nanny Next Door (The Forbidden Reverse Harem Collection)

25. Miles

25

MILES

I was finally back home after what felt like the longest day in the lab I’d ever had. I’d been avoiding Lila for far too long, and I knew my time was running out. Eventually, I’d have to see her again, and I’d have to learn how to be around her without obsessively thinking of her lips.

She was home tonight with Olivia. I knew that. But I’d already stayed away for days, and it was late enough now that I figured she must be in bed by this point. The kids would be, and Lila had proven herself to be an early to bed, early to rise kind of gal in the time we’d been distantly cohabitating. So, it was the perfect time to test the boundaries of my control—whether I could be in the same house as her, in our own separate spaces, and not go absolutely wild.

I needed a shower. A cold one, if I were being honest with myself. But my body was sore from hours of hunching over lab equipment, so I’d indulge in a shower hot enough to scald, and if I had to, I’d milk my cock to thoughts of Lila just to get it out of my system.

I started to strip down before I even made it fully into my bedroom, shedding my shirt and undoing my pants, which I then carefully stepped out of. I carried them with me to the ensuite bathroom so I could throw them in the hamper before I climbed into my large walk-in shower, eager for the relief of it.

It took me longer than it should have to notice that something was off. The bathroom light was on, the door cracked but not closed, and to boot, I could hear the shower already running. I must have tuned out the sound in my single-minded effort to ignore Lila’s presence in the house.

That looked like it was going to be a lot harder now, though. Without thinking, I pushed the door open further and stuck my head in the crack, craning to see.

Of course it was Lila, using my shower. There was no one else it could really be. Through the fogged glass of the shower doors, I could only really see her outline, the golden smudge of her hair, a hint of the full, lush body that had been haunting me for what felt like forever. I was rock hard in seconds, just knowing I was this close to her in all her nakedness, her full breasts and thick ass and the sweet, tight cleft between her legs. Without thinking, I pressed further into the room, watching wantonly as she bathed.

Or at least, I’d thought she was just showering off the day. But when I got a little closer, I could see something else was happening. Lila had her leg propped up on a ledge at the side of the shower, and I could see a gentle, undulating movement rolling through her hips, her thighs. When I looked closer, I could see something bright purple in there with her. She was holding it against her pussy, and then I heard her release a full, throaty moan.

Oh, sweet Jesus. Lila was fucking herself in my shower with the help of some toy. Any ounce of self-control I had snapped like a thread, and I was so turned on now that I was practically salivating. My cock ached in my boxer-briefs, longing to step in for her vibrator. It was too easy for me to reach into my waistband and start to stroke my cock, relishing in the sounds she made in her pleasure, wishing she were making those sounds for me.

I knew I shouldn’t watch, shouldn’t listen, shouldn’t have even come in the second I knew Lila was in the shower. But this was my home, my private bathroom, and something like madness had taken over my body. I saw Lila throw back her head in pleasure, and I increased my pressure on my cock as she moaned, clearly on the edge of coming apart.

Before she could quite get there, though, she seemed to feel that she was being watched. Through the blur of the shower door, I saw her face turn toward me, literally catching me with my dick in my hand. She half-jumped, surprised, and put her foot back on the floor so she was no longer spread out and waiting for me. She could have screamed, told me to get out. But instead, after a pause where both of us couldn't decide how to proceed, she just watched as I stripped off my underwear completely, laying myself bare. I could sense rather than hear the way her breathing became labored. She surprised me, then, by waving me forward, inviting me in.

When the door opened and I could finally see her eyes clearly, they were wide and lust-blown, eager to see me. She traced my entire body with those eyes, her gaze lingering deliciously on my hard cock, which made it twitch in anticipation of her touching it. I took her in too, every wet, silken inch of her skin. Her pink nipples stood at attention, her full belly and thick thighs softly dimpled and delicious, and what I could see of her pussy made my mouth water—golden curls spread out over perfect pink lips. I stepped into the spray of hot water and pressed myself close to Lila though there was plenty of room for us both, pulling her in for a kiss that was devastatingly deep. My cock jutted into her stomach, and the contact almost burned. Just as slowly as I worshiped her mouth, I eased the still-vibrating toy from Lila’s hands, taking it into my own.

I was still kissing her, drinking deeply from her lips, when I lowered the toy back to the apex of her thighs. Lila sighed into the gentle vibrations, grabbing my hips for purchase, and with some gentle coaxing from my hands as well, she resumed her previous position with her leg propped up on the ledge. Her pussy was spread out for me, then, wantonly desire-swollen and dripping wet, waiting to come. I positioned the toy right above her clit, and Lila gasped. Then, as she started to find a rhythm at which to grind her hips against it, one hand on my shoulder to help keep herself upright, I pressed the button to turn up the intensity.

The buzz became a little louder, but I couldn’t hear it well over the moan Lila let out, long and deep and full of pure ecstasy. She was panting as she rode the vibrator, then, and I held onto her waist with my free hand to help her through it. Then, as I could tell she was close to her orgasm, I slid my hand down to grab her ass, groaning when she started to come apart against me.

She shook with the force of her orgasm, her cries high and needy as I guided her through it, turning the vibrator back down and then eventually easing it off her. I kissed her hard, holding her tightly in both of my arms, both of us slick from the water and still hungry for one another. Without saying a word, to give her a breather for a moment, I laid the vibrator down on a ledge and began to help her get clean, lathering body wash over her skin with my hands. She joined in and washed me in turn, her touch hesitant at first but growing bolder when she saw the pure lust in my expression. I washed her hair, giving her a slow, gentle scalp massage that made her sigh into my hands. She helped wash my hair, too, when I craned my neck down to reach her, and we both laughed as we rinsed off.

Before I could turn off the water and cut our shower short, though, Lila stopped my hand from reaching the knob. She looked up into my eyes and told me, “Let me… I want to please you, too.”

My heart thumped wildly as I watched her slowly, carefully sink to the floor in front of me until her face was mere inches from my cock. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes, delightfully supplicating. “I’ve never done this before,” she said quietly. “Show me how?”

I nodded, and Lila wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft. It took more control than I would have liked to admit not to thrust into her grip. Instead, I waited, and soon, my patience was rewarded as Lila guided my tip to her lips.

The second her hot mouth was around me, I swore aloud. Just being inside those sweet, plump lips that smiled so freely, I could almost explode. Instead, though, I held on again, and Lila slowly started to suck, her hot tongue sliding along the underside of my erection.

She might not have had much experience, but her instincts were spot on. Lila bobbed her head forward to take more of me, then pulled back, applying the perfect wet, hot suction to drive me wild. My hand fisted in her hair, and I did eventually guide her pace a little, just to get her on a rhythm that felt good for both of us. She gained confidence as she sucked me off, allowing the wet, slurping sounds of her mouth to fill the shower as she increased her fervor, sucking me down like she was desperate to drink my cum. Her hands joined in, too, one of them sweetly cupping my balls for a moment before they started to massage them while the other twisted and stroked at the base of my cock with expert pressure.

“Fuck, yeah,” I let out on a groan when Lila focused her attentions on the sensitive, bulging head, and I wasn’t ashamed to admit the sight of her lips spread wide around my girth was a massive ego boost in addition to a bona fide wet dream. When she’d gained enough confidence in her blowjob abilities to take me deeper, I cried out. The tip hit the back of her throat, and the flex of her muscles as she gagged seemed to send me over the edge. I tried to pull her back by her hair, to get her to release me before I came down her throat, but Lila wasn’t having it. Instead, she sucked me sloppily, moaning long and low with my cock in her mouth, and I cried out as I came.

Lila took every drop of my cum like a pro. She swallowed it down, each hot spurt, rolling her tongue along the underside of my shaft slowly to help ease me out of the intensity of the pleasure. When she finally pulled back, slowly removing my cock from her lips with an audible Pop, I was about ready to propose to her on the spot.

“Christ, Lila,” I panted as she rose to her feet and embraced me, pressing her entire body to mine, front to front. I kissed the top of her head as she snuggled into me. “For a beginner, you really know how to show a guy a good time.”

She laughed, the vibration going through us both, and then we decided the shower was done. I helped her dry off with one of my soft bath towels, relishing the opportunity to trace all her curves with my hands. I spent far too long admiring her breasts, even after they were dry, pushing them together and up and then pressing a kiss to the perfect cleft they formed. Lila laughed and stroked my hair when I nuzzled her chest, unashamed. She seemed just as eager to touch my chest when she dried me off, too.

There was no use for clothes anymore, I supposed. Lila and I strolled into my spacious bedroom naked as the day we were born, and it wasn’t until I’d made sure the door was locked that she finally explained how we’d gotten here.

“Um, we did some tie-dye today in the guest bathtub, and it was still pretty messy when I figured I should shower. I… I didn’t think you’d be home before I finished.” Her cheeks were red.

“I’ve been avoiding it,” I said. Then I amended, “Avoiding you, I guess. Since we kissed in the hallway. I think I was worried about… well, exactly what happened. It’s hard to control myself around you, so I figured distance was best.”

Lila nodded, her eyes a little sad. She bit her lip, and I could tell she wanted to say something, so I gave her a look that told her to speak her mind. “It’s just… what’s really so bad about our being attracted to each other? About giving each other pleasure? Wasn’t that good for you?”

“It was incredible,” I agreed. Just looking at her, naked and clean and smelling deliciously sweet, had me half-hard again. She could see my body’s response to her, too, and she could hardly tear her eyes away, which only made my cock grow faster. Christ, I felt like a teenager again.

And something about that realization seemed to click in my brain, a piece falling into place that I hadn’t seen before. All this time, the years since I’d lost my wife, I’d been convinced I’d never be attracted to anyone again the way I was with her. That somehow, I was being unfaithful to her memory by allowing myself to feel the same thrilling pull in my stomach for another woman again.

But Janessa was gone. She was never coming back. And Lila, beautiful and kind and precious and sexy Lila Dawson, was standing right in front of me. She was so open, so gentle with my heart even as she drove my body to its breaking point, and she made me happy. Janessa would have wanted me to be happy again, not the numb shadow I’d been living as for so long before Lila.

“There’s nothing wrong with our being attracted to each other,” I told Lila slowly, parroting back the words she’d given me. “We’re both adults, and this thing between us… I don’t know. Something about it feels right, at least to me.”

“It does,” she whispered, stepping closer and laying a hand on my chest. “I want you more than I can even say, Miles. It’s magical, being with you.”

“Then come be with me, in my bed,” I finally told her. “Please, Lila, let me make love to you.”