by Opal Carew
“Well, I prefer to. I mean…” He stroked his hand over the apron, close to—but not touching—her mound. Wanting to tease her. “But, baby, I’m not taking anything from you today.”
She frowned. “You’re not?”
He smiled. “No. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to give you something.”
He slid his hand under her apron and glided along the silky skin of her hip, until he reached her panties. He glided over them and flattened his hand on the crotch. Her eyes widened as she gazed at him, then he pressed his fingertips into the fabric and felt the dampness there. “Oh, baby, you are definitely ready.”
She nodded. “I’ve been trying to tell you that.”
“Yeah, you coming in here in a sexy maid costume did give me the idea. But I mean that right now, you are physically ready.” He stroked over the panties, pressing his fingers against her intimate flesh. “Are you sure you don’t want me to see?” he asked, coaxing. Wanting to see her sweet little pussy so bad.
But she nodded. “But please don’t stop touching me like that.”
He laughed. “Here, this will be even better.” He slid his fingers under the panties and groaned as he felt her soft, wet flesh against his fingertips.
“Oh, yes,” she said breathlessly. “That is better.”
She reached down and tugged on the apron, pulling it up a little at a time, until it revealed the crotch of her panties, but no more.
He didn’t know what she was hiding, but as he watched his fingers moving under her panties, and she pulled the crotch of the panties to one side, he was glad it wasn’t her perfect little pussy.
“Oh, baby.” Her folds were soft and pink, glistening in the lamplight. And totally shaven bare.
As he leaned toward her to get a closer look, she flattened her hand on her hip, holding the apron secure. He rested his hand over hers and patted, to let her know he would respect her boundary, then ran his fingertips over her exposed folds. He opened them with his thumbs, exposing her tiny bud, then he stroked it lightly.
She rewarded him with a soft moan.
He leaned closer and ran the tip of his tongue over it. She sucked in a breath.
He laughed joyfully, then covered her with his entire mouth. Her hot, moist flesh filled his mouth and he licked, tasting her sweetness. He buried his tongue inside her, pressing into her sweet, untried opening.
He lapped and swirled his tongue in her passage, loving her tiny murmurs of pleasure. Then he glided to her clit and teased it. Her sounds intensified and her hands clutched his head, her fingers raking through his hair. “Oh, Mason. That feels so good.”
The satisfaction of hearing her ardor-filled voice uttering his name with such need was indescribable. It filled him with such yearning that he could barely contain himself. His cock ached to escape and find her soft, moist opening.
He drove his tongue against her flesh, flicking and prodding. Driving her pleasure higher. She moaned and he could tell she was close. He began to suckle, gently at first, then harder. Her dampness filled his mouth and he sucked, drawing deeper on her little button.
“God, yessss!” She flung her head back and forth. “Oh, I’m going to…” Her hands tightened on his head. “Mason, you’re making me … I’m coming!!!”
Then she moaned, loud and long.
His cock nearly burst on the spot.
He kept suckling, keeping her orgasm going and going.
Finally, she gasped and flopped back on the bed, panting.
He drew back and smiled at her. Then his heart clenched, totally unprepared for the absolute beauty of her face, beaming with euphoric afterglow.
He stretched out beside her, still smiling. He couldn’t seem to stop.
She rolled against him and wrapped her arm around his waist.
“Thank you, Mason. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
“So I’m the first man to give you an orgasm?”
She drew back and gazed at him. “Well, yes. Of course. I thought you knew—”
“I knew you’d never had intercourse with a man, but that doesn’t mean you’ve never fooled around a bit.”
She shook her head. “No, never.”
“So you’ve never touched a man’s cock, either?”
She shook her head.
Suddenly, heat thrummed through him. He was the first to give her the gift of ecstasy. And … fuck … the thought that she’d never touched a man before made him want her even more. To possess her. To be the one and only whom she’d ever touched, or been touched by.
“You’ve never seen a man?”
He regretted the words as soon as they came out.
She dropped her gaze from his.
He knew she had seen a man before. And he knew she wouldn’t lie about it, even though she didn’t know he knew.
Fuck, he’d ruined the moment. Desperate to get it back, he cupped her cheek and pressed his lips to hers. Her mouth opened and his tongue slipped inside. He explored her soft mouth, stroking with his tongue.
Then he felt her hand glide over his hip, to find the bulge twitching in his pants. He slammed his hand down on hers and slid it away, before he succumbed to the growing need inside him.
“No, we are not doing that.”
“But, Mason…” Her big, blue eyes pleaded with him.
“I am not going to take your virginity tonight.” If he had his way, he would never take it. “Be happy with where we are, okay, Dana?”
She pursed her lips, but then nodded.
“Okay.” She rolled away and stood up, then walked toward the couch.
Her curvy, round ass was not covered by her apron, nor her skimpy panties, and his cock swelled at the sight of it sashaying away from him.
She gathered up the costume she’d shed on his carpet earlier. And the bra.
“May I borrow a robe?” she asked.
“Yeah, of course. In my closet.”
She opened his bedroom closet and grabbed his plush robe, then pulled it on. She walked to the door of the suite, then turned and smiled sweetly.
“Thank you.” Then she left.
He flopped back on the bed, his cock aching. He stood up and shed his clothes, turned off the light, and climbed into bed. Then he wrapped his hand around his cock. She probably wouldn’t come back tonight. He began to stroke his needy shaft, hungering for release more than he ever had in his life.
* * *
Dana headed to her room and reluctantly showered, unhappy at washing off Mason’s scent from her body, then put on her pajamas. She climbed into bed, cuddling his robe in her arms. She debated whether to go back to his room and sleep on his couch, but if she went back, she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to resist climbing into bed with him again. But that might make him angry and ruin the progress she’d made.
What they had done together had been pure bliss! He made her feel things she’d never experienced. She’d given herself orgasms before, but nothing like that. His touch waspure heaven.
But where they were was fragile right now, so she should probably stay right here and give him a little space. She snuggled her face into his robe, breathing in his masculine scent.
At his reaction to her wearing the maid’s uniform tonight, she’d feared it had been a big mistake, but in the end, it had taken them further than she’d gotten with him until now. She just wished it hadn’t made him angry. She didn’t want to take any chance on pushing him away. She hadn’t known he’d be touchy about it. Surely, he didn’t know that she knew about the incident.
She couldn’t believe how she’d flung the costume off at his command. She hadn’t meant it to be seductive. But when he’d commanded her to take it off, she’d responded without thought. As if she were programmed to do whatever he told her to do. It was so strange.
And incredibly sexy.
She was just glad the apron had covered her tattoo. She would have died of embarrassment if he had seen it. Why she’d thought she’d be able to get away with having sex with him wit
hout him seeing it, she didn’t know, but she never thought about him actually staring at her down there so closely. Of course, if they went through with it, he would see it at some point. She just couldn’t cope with it tonight. She smiled as she remembered how much of a gentleman he’d been about it.
She rolled over, wanting to sleep, but unable to stop thinking about him stretched out in his bed, sexy as hell, in the next room.
* * *
Dana woke up to the vibration of her phone. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling above her. The familiar, stucco ceiling of Mason’s room.
She smiled. She had crept back into his room last night after all and now she peered over the back of the couch to see him.
And her jaw dropped. Oh, God, he was totally naked, his cock standing straight up. Just like that morning so many years ago.
She stood up and walked toward the bed, like a paperclip drawn to a magnet. A big, hard, iron rod of a magnet.
She knelt beside his bed and simply stared at his huge member, wanting to reach out and touch it.
He murmured sleepily and his head turned. In the old days, she would’ve fled, ensuring that he didn’t see her, but this time, she just continued to kneel there, looking at him. His eyelids fluttered open and he gazed at her. Then he seemed to realize that he was lying naked in full view of her and he grabbed for the covers.
“No, please. Don’t,” she said.
He hesitated. “Dana…”
“What’s wrong with me looking at you? I like seeing your big … uh … penis.”
His lips turned up. “Looking at it. You can barely say it.”
“Penis,” she said more confidently. “Cock. Erection.” She smiled. “See. I can say it just fine.”
“So you can.”
* * *
Mason watched her. Her look of awe as she gazed at his cock filled him with heat.
“I want to touch it.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Dana.”
“I think it’s a very good idea.” Her gaze shifted to his. “Please.”
He sighed. Fuck, what was he going to say? The thought of her soft touch on his hard flesh made him harden even more.
When he didn’t say anything, she reached for him tentatively. At the first brush of her soft fingers, he sucked in a breath.
“Did I hurt it?” She bit her lower lip, her fingers hovering near his aching cock as she gazed at his face.
“No, that wasn’t pain, baby.”
“Oh.” Then she smiled and, God help him, she wrapped both hands around his shaft. Her soft fingers began to glide up and down. Very lightly.
“You’re so big. I can’t even wrap my fingers all the way around you.” Her wide eyes shifted from his member back to his eyes. “Are all men this big?”
He smiled. “Well, I don’t want to brag.”
“Oh.” Then she laughed. A delightful, melodic sound.
She wrapped one hand around him as best she could, then she stroked his length with the fingertips of her other hand.
“What do you like? How do you want me to touch you?”
“That’s good. Really good. And stroking it up and down.”
“I can do that.” She stared at his shaft with great interest, then wrapped both hands around him again—one over the other—and began to stroke him, gliding over his hot, needy flesh. After several strokes, she stopped and ran her finger over his tip, sending need vibrating through him.
“What about the top? Is it sensitive?”
“Oh, yeah. Especially under the crown.”
“You mean here?” She ran her fingertip under the mushroom tip, circling around.
“Yeah, baby. That’s perfect.”
She smiled at his praise. She released him for a moment and climbed onto the bed, sitting with her legs to the side. She leaned toward him and her tongue flicked out, licking his tip.
“Fuck, Dana, what are you doing?”
“I know that men like it when a woman takes him in her mouth.” Then she opened and wrapped her lips around his tip. Her tongue flickered over him as she pressed her mouth down, taking more of him inside her moistness.
“Dana, you don’t need to—”
Her mouth captured his entire cockhead, and she squeezed. Intense need thrummed through him.
“Oh, God, Dana.”
Her eyes glittered as she gazed up at him and, if her mouth hadn’t been full of his cock, he was sure she’d be smiling from ear to ear.
Then she glided deeper on him, taking his shaft in her hot mouth, too.
What she did next, knocked his socks off. He saw her throat move as if she were swallowing, and the suction on his cock felt incredible.
“Of, fuck, baby. How did you learn that?”
She pulled his big cock from her mouth like a lollipop and licked it. “I read about oral sex in a magazine, and this article said to swallow and it’ll cause a lot of suction. You liked it, didn’t you?”
“Fuck, are you kidding?” He stroked her cheek. “Please, just do it again.”
She giggled, then her hot mouth surrounded him and she did it again.
But, damn it, it felt so good he was going to blow any second.
“Baby, no, stop. I’m going to—”
She released him again, still holding him tightly in her soft hands. “I want you to come in my mouth. Don’t say you won’t. Men like that, I know. And…” She gazed straight into his eyes. “I want to do that. I want to feel you come in my mouth.”
She swallowed him and sucked, dragging intense pleasure from him with every pulse of her mouth. Her delicate hands glided down his shaft, then she grazed his balls with her fingertips. When she cupped them in her hand and caressed, he felt himself losing it. She did that super suction thing again, still cradling his balls in her palm, and he felt it.
His balls tensed and his groin burned as the pressure built. Then it happened. He erupted into her like a full-scale volcano, filling her sweet mouth with his hot semen.
She swallowed, causing more suction, as he continued to stream into her, groaning at the intense pleasure she gave him. Then she swallowed again.
When he was finished, she slid her mouth from his hot cock. Then she licked it, swirling her tongue over the tip and down around the shaft.
Damn, it was so sexy that his waning erection swelled again. He wanted to drag her onto the bed and drive into her sweet naked little pussy.
He pulled her close, loving her soft body so tight against him. He captured her mouth, rolling her over and tucking her body beneath his. He nuzzled her neck, loving her soft whimpers of pleasure.
“Oh, Mason, I want you.”
And he wanted her. Fuck, so much.
He slid her loose pajama top upward. His cock swelled as more of her creamy skin was exposed. Then he revealed her breasts, so round and lovely, and his cock ached for her. He gazed at them in awe, then caressed them. Her nipples tightened in his hands and he stroked the tiny tips with his fingers, watching them pebble.
He licked one, and she moaned softly.
“Oh, baby, you are so sweet.”
He couldn’t stand it. He needed to see all of her. He grabbed the elastic on her pajama pants and pulled them down, then tossed them aside.
Oh, God, she was beautiful.
Then his gaze fell on her left hip.
Her eyes widened. “Oh!”
He grinned and stroked her tattoo. The word “Courage” written in script at an angle on her pelvis, just a breath away from her pussy.
“Now what’s this?” he asked as he stroked along the text with his fingertip.
“I … uh…” She looked panicky.
“What a coincidence. I have one just like this on my ass.” He leaned down and kissed the tattoo, then lightly brushed his lips in butterfly kisses along its length. “Almost makes me think you were spying on me in the shower.” He nuzzled the flesh beside her tattoo, his lips brushing the outer side of her soft folds. “Did my naughty little step
sister spy on me?”
She squirmed under him, looking so uncomfortable he took pity on her and covered her pussy with his mouth, scattering any thoughts either of them had on the subject of the tattoo. As he sank his tongue into her, all he could think about was tasting her. He licked the length of her and she widened her legs to give him better access.
He nuzzled her soft, wet flesh, smiling at the silky warm feel of her in his mouth. God, it was like he’d died and gone to heaven.
But his cock twitched, demanding more. He wanted to be inside her body.
He suckled her small bud and she moaned.
Then as if reading his thoughts, she tightened her fingers around his shoulders and said, “Oh, Mason, please don’t make me wait any longer. I want to feel you inside of me.”
He wanted to so badly, but he wouldn’t. Not with his cock, anyway.
Yesterday, he hadn’t pressed his fingers inside her, not wanting to breach her untouched opening, but now, he glided a finger inside her and stroked her velvety channel. God, she was so inviting. His cock swelled even bigger.
He glided another finger into her as he licked her folds.
“Baby, do you like that?” he asked, though her arching body told him she did.
“Oh, yes.” She squeezed his shoulders again. “But I want more.”
“We need to take it slow. You’re tight. Be patient.”
He glided his fingers into her, slowly. In and out. She was tight and her passage gripped his fingers snugly. He kissed her folds as he continued to slide his fingers in and out, then he stroked her inner channel, finding the G-spot. She gasped and arched against him. He kept stroking it as he began to suckle her clit. She became frantic, arching against him, tossing her head side to side.
He glided his fingers deeper, fucking her gently and wishing it were his cock inside her.
“Oh, Mason.” Her fingers glided to his head and she threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him to her. Then she arched and moaned.
“Come for me, baby.”
“Yes.” She gasped. “Oh, yes!!!” Then she wailed her release, her sweet voice filling the room.
He kept plunging his fingers into her, within the softness of her warm body, as he teased her clit, keeping her orgasm going and going.
Finally, she collapsed on the bed, gasping for air.
