Guarding His Heart
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“Nurse, are you ready to watch a movie now?” Leo walked over to the bed and sat down. I knew that he could tell that I was feeling uncomfortable.
“What are we going to watch?” I walked over to the other side of the bed and sat down.
“Whatever you want to watch.” He handed me the remote and lay back on the bed. “I’m down to watch anything. Or to talk.” He turned towards me.
“Talk about what?” I sat back stiffly, aware that an alarming amount of leg and breast was showing. I shifted on the bed feeling uncomfortable.
“I don’t know. Ourselves? We don’t really know each other.” His expression turned serious. “I feel like we started off on the wrong foot and now I don’t really know where we are.”
“I know what you mean.” I sighed and nodded in agreement.
“I mean we have this crazy sexual chemistry.” He sat up and moved closer to me. “I think we can both admit that, but I know that neither one of us knows what to do about it.”
“Yeah.” I admitted and looked down. “It’s hard.”
“How did you know?” He joked and touched himself and I groaned.
“Leo, really?”
“Why do I feel like you enjoy telling me off?”
“I really don’t.” I smiled. “Why are you always so inappropriate?”
“I don’t know.” He laughed. “Maybe because I’m not from the corporate world so I just say what I want?”
“You really shouldn’t be flirting with me.”
“I know the girl in the nurse’s outfit isn’t talking to me about flirting.”
“It was supposed to be a joke.”
“Hmm, okay. A joke huh?” He grinned and stared at my br**sts. “You can joke with me any time.”
“Maybe I chose the wrong nurse’s outfit to joke in.”
“No, no, I like it.” He grinned. “I like it a lot.”
“You would.”
“Want to play Cowboys and Indians?” He asked me softly.
“Huh?” I frowned confused. “What do you mean?”
“You could be the cowboy and I’ll be your horse.”
“Leo, you’re too much.” I shook my head. “You really are.”
“I’m just joking.” He laughed and I stared at him for a few seconds.
“Okay.”
“Okay what?” He froze and looked at me in shock.
“Okay, I’ll play.” I grinned. I knew I was playing with fire, but I wanted to wipe the smile off of his face. “Lie back.”
“Lie back?” He repeated. “As in on my back.”
“That’s right.” I grinned as he lay back on the bed. I scrambled over to him and straddled his lap.
“What are you doing?” He groaned as I settled on his lap. I could feel him hard beneath me and I adjusted myself in his lap so that my panties were directly over his crotch.
“I’m going for a ride.” I smiled and moved back and forth on him, grinding myself into him. I could feel my panties growing wet as I rubbed back and forth on him. I put my hand up in the air and pretended I was swinging a rope like a lasso.
“I don’t know if this is a good idea.” He groaned and closed his eyes.
“Why not, horsey?”
“Hannah.” His eyes popped open. “You win.”
“I win what?” I continued moving my hips back and forth and started moving faster.
“Hannah.” He grabbed my hips and stopped me, his eyes narrowed. “This isn’t a game I think you want to play.”
“Oh?” I licked my lips slowly. “Why not?”
“Because I don’t play fair.” His right hand moved up from my hip and to my right breast. I gasped as his palm cupped my breast and he pulled my top down. My right breast was exposed to him and he pinched my nipple. I sat there in shock as he played with my nipple and I could feel myself growing wetter. Shit! I was feeling so horny that I didn’t know what to do. I knew that we were soon going to be at the point of no return. We were both playing a game with each other, but underlying that game was real lust. As he played with my nipple, I knew that I was close to having a small orgasm. His left hand then moved from my hip and up my skirt. I felt him squeezing my ass and I froze.
“What are you doing?” I gasped as his index finger ran in-between my legs.
“I told you I don’t play fair.” He smiled at me, his voice deep and hoarse. “So maybe it’s time for you to decide what you want to do?”
“What do you mean?” I grabbed his right hand.
“I mean.” He pulled me forward so that my breast was brushing against his face. I shifted down his body as his hands pulled my dress up. I felt him squeezing my ass as my breast pressed against his chest. My face was next to his and I stared into his big blue eyes. “I mean what do you want to do? Do you want to watch a movie? Do you want to talk? Do you want to grind on me all night? Do you want to make love?”
“Are those my only choices?” I stared at him, my heart in my throat as his fingers continued massaging my butt cheeks.
“We can do whatever you want.” His lips moved closer to mine.
“What do you want to do?” I stared at his lips.
“I want to make love to you.” He said slowly. “I’ve wanted to make love to you since the day we met.”
“What are we going to watch?” I walked over to the other side of the bed and sat down.
“Whatever you want to watch.” He handed me the remote and lay back on the bed. “I’m down to watch anything. Or to talk.” He turned towards me.
“Talk about what?” I sat back stiffly, aware that an alarming amount of leg and breast was showing. I shifted on the bed feeling uncomfortable.
“I don’t know. Ourselves? We don’t really know each other.” His expression turned serious. “I feel like we started off on the wrong foot and now I don’t really know where we are.”
“I know what you mean.” I sighed and nodded in agreement.
“I mean we have this crazy sexual chemistry.” He sat up and moved closer to me. “I think we can both admit that, but I know that neither one of us knows what to do about it.”
“Yeah.” I admitted and looked down. “It’s hard.”
“How did you know?” He joked and touched himself and I groaned.
“Leo, really?”
“Why do I feel like you enjoy telling me off?”
“I really don’t.” I smiled. “Why are you always so inappropriate?”
“I don’t know.” He laughed. “Maybe because I’m not from the corporate world so I just say what I want?”
“You really shouldn’t be flirting with me.”
“I know the girl in the nurse’s outfit isn’t talking to me about flirting.”
“It was supposed to be a joke.”
“Hmm, okay. A joke huh?” He grinned and stared at my br**sts. “You can joke with me any time.”
“Maybe I chose the wrong nurse’s outfit to joke in.”
“No, no, I like it.” He grinned. “I like it a lot.”
“You would.”
“Want to play Cowboys and Indians?” He asked me softly.
“Huh?” I frowned confused. “What do you mean?”
“You could be the cowboy and I’ll be your horse.”
“Leo, you’re too much.” I shook my head. “You really are.”
“I’m just joking.” He laughed and I stared at him for a few seconds.
“Okay.”
“Okay what?” He froze and looked at me in shock.
“Okay, I’ll play.” I grinned. I knew I was playing with fire, but I wanted to wipe the smile off of his face. “Lie back.”
“Lie back?” He repeated. “As in on my back.”
“That’s right.” I grinned as he lay back on the bed. I scrambled over to him and straddled his lap.
“What are you doing?” He groaned as I settled on his lap. I could feel him hard beneath me and I adjusted myself in his lap so that my panties were directly over his crotch.
“I’m going for a ride.” I smiled and moved back and forth on him, grinding myself into him. I could feel my panties growing wet as I rubbed back and forth on him. I put my hand up in the air and pretended I was swinging a rope like a lasso.
“I don’t know if this is a good idea.” He groaned and closed his eyes.
“Why not, horsey?”
“Hannah.” His eyes popped open. “You win.”
“I win what?” I continued moving my hips back and forth and started moving faster.
“Hannah.” He grabbed my hips and stopped me, his eyes narrowed. “This isn’t a game I think you want to play.”
“Oh?” I licked my lips slowly. “Why not?”
“Because I don’t play fair.” His right hand moved up from my hip and to my right breast. I gasped as his palm cupped my breast and he pulled my top down. My right breast was exposed to him and he pinched my nipple. I sat there in shock as he played with my nipple and I could feel myself growing wetter. Shit! I was feeling so horny that I didn’t know what to do. I knew that we were soon going to be at the point of no return. We were both playing a game with each other, but underlying that game was real lust. As he played with my nipple, I knew that I was close to having a small orgasm. His left hand then moved from my hip and up my skirt. I felt him squeezing my ass and I froze.
“What are you doing?” I gasped as his index finger ran in-between my legs.
“I told you I don’t play fair.” He smiled at me, his voice deep and hoarse. “So maybe it’s time for you to decide what you want to do?”
“What do you mean?” I grabbed his right hand.
“I mean.” He pulled me forward so that my breast was brushing against his face. I shifted down his body as his hands pulled my dress up. I felt him squeezing my ass as my breast pressed against his chest. My face was next to his and I stared into his big blue eyes. “I mean what do you want to do? Do you want to watch a movie? Do you want to talk? Do you want to grind on me all night? Do you want to make love?”
“Are those my only choices?” I stared at him, my heart in my throat as his fingers continued massaging my butt cheeks.
“We can do whatever you want.” His lips moved closer to mine.
“What do you want to do?” I stared at his lips.
“I want to make love to you.” He said slowly. “I’ve wanted to make love to you since the day we met.”
