Yes.
With Maddy finally standing directly over me, her soft thighs bracketing my head, I can lose myself completely in her body. My delighted groan drifts up between us, answering her question without words before I lunge up and lick a stripe up her slit.
Maddy yelps, swaying in my hold, her whole body jerking at the sensation, and she’s panting now. The heat of her is searing on all sides, the taste of her decadent on my tongue.
Madeleine Price is a miracle of nature. As perfectly designed as any desert cactus or alpine moss. I’m reverent.
“West,” Maddy gasps as I lap at her, groaning, my grip tight on her ass, and I nod and keep going. “Oh my god. Oh my god. That feels so—ohGod. West.”
The sounds I make are primal. Beastly. The slurping, the smacking, the pained grunts and ragged moans: they all echo in my ears, caged with me by Maddy’s soft thighs. I’ve never heard myself like this; don’t recognize my own desperation, and yet I can hear it, clear as day.
It would be alarming, if I weren’t so dazed.
“Your—your beard.” Maddy’s laugh is giddy, breathless, and her hips are moving now. Riding my chin. “It’s tickly.”
I nod, craning my neck to spear my tongue past her entrance before crashing back onto the bench. “I’ll shave this evening,” I rasp, already leaning back up to keep going.
“No,” Maddy says quickly, “don’t. I like you like this. It’s a good kind of tickly.”
I pause between licks. “Alright.”
Whatever she likes. Whatever Madeleine Price prefers, that’s what she’ll get. For years now, I’ve been so aimless, lost in grief with nothing but shame, regret, and my own disorganized notes to drive me, but finally,finally, I have a new sense of purpose.
And it’s right here, laughing and moaning above me, legs quaking on either side of my face. Is there anything I wouldn’t give my housemaid in this moment?
Latching onto the bud of her clit, I give a long, steady suck.
Maddy tilts her head back and wails at the canopy.
In the end, I don’t know how long I lie there, worshiping her tight little body. It could be minutes, it could be an hour. On the one hand, Maddy came to me already quivering like a taut string, just waiting to be plucked—and on the other, when I finally collapse back against the bench for the final time, my cheeks and nose glossy with her slickness, my neck muscles ache and my shirt clings to my lower back with sweat. I’m breathing hard, mycock an insistent, miserable throb, and Maddy’s final cries echo in my ears.
My housemaid lurches away from the bench on the wobbly legs of a baby deer. She drops her dress at last, the black fabric swishing down, but it can’t fully cover the wet sheen of arousal coating both her inner thighs.
The world tilts as I struggle upright, the press of my cock against my zipper like leaning on a bruise. A bird flaps between vines overhead, and the mini greenhouse waterfall gurgles nearby, water coursing over mossy rocks, oblivious to the fact that my insides are scraped raw. I scrub my face on my shirtsleeve, cleaning up as best I can.
And then I stare at the back of Maddy’s head, dry-eyed, waiting for her to turn around. Her braid is in disarray, and her white lacy collar has flipped up on one side. Her face is buried in her hands, and she’s muttering to herself, though I can’t make out the words.
When she finally spins to face me, hands dropping, my shoulders unknot in relief. Madeleine isglowing,practically levitating off the paved path with satisfaction, and her smile is wide. Her hips sway cheekily as she strides back to the bench and flops down beside me. I shift over a few inches, giving her more room.
No need to crowd the woman. Even if I want to spend every last minute of my life plastered against her, skin to skin, even if I can’t stop wetting my lips to taste her again, that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be polite.
“Thank you, Maddy.”
She bursts out laughing, shaking her head, and bumps my shoulder with her own. Every tiny moment of contact, I treasure.
“You’re nuts, your lordship.”
My cheeks ache as I smile, and I can still smell her salty-sweet tang. It’s saturated my beard, and I’ve never been so reluctant to wash again in my life. “I mean it.”
“You don’t have to thank me.” She scoffs. “I haven’t even…” Maddy trails off, eyeing the bulge in my trousers like it’s an unpredictable wild animal. “Um. Should I—?”
“Not today.” Even though my body is screaming out for her touch, I shake my head firmly. This has been plenty for one day, especially given Maddy’s lack of prior experience. And when she touches me in return for the first time, I want it to be because shecravesit. Not out of a misplaced sense of obligation. “Another time, perhaps.”
Maddy hums happily, swinging her feet beneath the bench. Over on the paved path, my cane lies abandoned where we must have knocked it. As though in retribution, my thigh clenches with a lightning bolt of pain. I clench my teeth, swallowing back a hiss.
“This is so crazy.” Maddy’s chattering happily now, smoothing down her dress and fixing her collar. “I can’t believe I have to go and, like, vacuum the dining room afterthat. Can’t believe I’m screwing my boss. That’s so wild.”
“You could take the rest of the day off,” I suggest mildly, smoothing down my own shirt and waistcoat. They’re completely ruined, of course, and there’s nothing to do except limp back to my quarters, shower, and change. “I have a sneaking suspicion your employer will let you off the hook.”
