White static fills my brain, and my limbs are clumsy as hell as I swing a leg over my boss’s chest and get into position. My stance is wide at first, with warm air tickling me below my skirt, but West guides me forward until I’m straddling his neck. The bench itself isn’t that broad. My black housemaid dress gathers up around my thighs, pooling over the strong column of his throat, and it occurs to me way too late that I should have taken my panties off first.
I’m screwing this up already, aren’t I?
“Do you know what I’m planning?” West runs both hands up the back of my bare legs, and my knees tremble at his touch. “Do you know what this is, darling?”
I scoff, but it comes out strangled. “Uh, yeah. I’ve seen the internet, dude.”
It’s a fair question, though, especially with how clueless I’m acting. But in my defense, this is a lot to take in. I’ve never been invited to straddle a man’s face before, let alone a wealthy, enigmatic aristocrat who happens to be my employer. Any girl would be boggled right now.
“And you want this?” West coaxes, hands trailing up to squeeze my ass. I bite my bottom lip, that ache throbbing even harder between my thighs.
Yes. Ineedhim.
Need his hands, his mouth, his cock, whatever. I need any and all parts of this man that he’s willing to give me.
My nod is shaky. My pulse thuds in my ears.
Then the grip on my ass shifts, guiding me to step forward, and West’s moist breath seeps into the pale blue cotton of my panties.
Seven
West
Perhaps, to an outside observer, this would seem rushed. Maddy and I have only exchanged a handful of kisses, after all, and in fact we only spoke for the first time yesterday. Rationally, as I lay back on the bench and analyze this turn of events, the black silky fabric of Maddy’s housemaid uniform sliding over my throat, I do see that this is ill advised.
After all, how would this look? An older man and his virgin employee. A few kisses and then jumping straight to having her straddle my face. The press would have a field day, and I’d find myself torn apart in the headlines.
Iknowthat, fully sensing the danger I’m in, and yet I could no sooner freeze time or reverse gravity than I could disappoint Maddy in this moment. It’s unthinkable.
Because she’s nibbling that plump bottom lip and gazing down at me, cheeks flushed. Her chest rises and falls rapidly beneath her black dress, and her fingers tremble where she holds the skirt aloft. Sheneedsme, and I haven’t been needed ina long, long time. Every primal instinct in my brain, every cell in my body, are all in agreement: this woman should be worshiped.
“You’re wet already,” I murmur, my lips so close to her panties that they nearly brush the fabric. It’s the same shade of periwinkle blue as the scarf she wore last night, apart from the darker damp patch in the center. The heat emanating from her core washes over my cheeks and chin, as warm and humid as the rest of the greenhouse air. “Did you touch yourself last night, Maddy? After we kissed, did you make yourself come?”
My gravelly voice rumbles up from my chest. Birds cheep nearby, and water gurgles, but really it’s like we’re on our own planet. My palms stroke up and down the backs of her thighs, and Maddy shivers above me, pressing back into my touch. Like she can’t get enough either.
“Yes.”
Her answer is bold. Defiant. My mouth tugs up in response, and her eyes sparkle with amusement as she watches me exhale against her panties.
“Is that what you wanted to hear?” Maddy says. “That I went back to bed and touched myself, thinking of you?”
My neck cranes up, and I press my hum of agreement against the soft heat of her pussy, barely muted by the cotton. Maddy gives a breathy giggle, shifting her weight back and forth, as I murmur, “Of course.”
She tuts. “Such an arrogant lord.”
I shrug one shoulder, stroking one hand around the inside of Maddy’s bare thigh to tease at the edge of her panties. Is it arrogance if you don’t expect it as your due? If you only hope, and yearn, and then nearly buckle with desire when it’s confirmed that yes, your beautiful housemaid wants you too?
After all, I took myself in hand last night and thought of onlyMaddy, Maddy, Maddy.Her weight in my lap and her scent inmy lungs. The glint of firelight on her hair, and the teasing lilt of her voice as her fingertips scratched the back of my neck.
I left that study a changed man, and in the privacy of my en suite shower, I came so hard that white static filled my brain. Is it so big-headed to hope that I had even a fraction of that impact on her?
Maddy makes a tiny choking sound as I hook her panties to one side, my breath finally wafting against her bare, glistening slit. When I suck in a hungry breath, I can taste her already. The salty-sweet tang of her. Christ, I want to bathe in it; want to rub her essence over my whole fucking body before sinking her tight sheath onto my cock.
This woman is rewriting my DNA in real time. So yes, perhaps we’re rushing things…
But even now, if I go another second without her on my tongue, I will keel over and die.
“Is it… okay?” Maddy asks, nerves making her voice wobbly as I lean up and rub the tip of my nose against her clit. My hands grip her ass cheeks, spreading and kneading, then urge her to step an inch closer.
