Victoria The Billionaires Maid

He bunched up my skirt and maneuvered me until I was actually sticking out my ass. Before I could slap his hands away and smack him for being so ridiculous, his warm, wet tongue slid between my thighs and along my dripping pussy.

The little squeak became a moan as I dragged in all available oxygen in the room. I had no choice but to bend my knees or I’d topple onto my face.

He didn’t let up. Didn’t give an inch.

Or rather he gave me a lot more that I thought was possible with just his tongue and lips. He curled inside of me and carved out every space, every drop of wetness and I lost my balance as the room fuzzed.

I grabbed for something and found his wrist. He held my ass apart to get deeper. Leaving no part of me untouched. I didn’t have time to be embarrassed.

There was nothing but his tongue and his hands, holding me open.

I gripped his wrist and his hand turned to lock onto my arm, then he did the same with the other until I was tethered to him. I should have had control at that point, but there was no controlling this man. There was only surviving.

And I wasn’t entirely sure that was possible. His devil of a tongue slid between my folds and up to my clit then back until I was a mess.

God, I didn’t have any resistance to this insidious level of seduction. He played my body like he played his piano late at night when he’d had too many glasses of whiskey.

He let one of my hands go and slowly slipped a finger inside of me.

I purred out his name and my body went tighter and tighter in reaction to his invasion. I was helpless against his mouth and the pressure of the pads of his fingers at my clit.

The first orgasm sucker-punched me. Somehow I didn’t even realize I’d coasted up and through the teasing and into the victory circle. My thighs shook and my scream ended in his name.

“Fuck, you’re so damn tight.” He pushed a second finger inside me and I arched to get away from him. My body was too sensitive as I soared and crashed in the space of thirty seconds.

“That’s it, baby. Give me everything.”

I tried to curl into myself, but he wouldn’t let me go. My knees trembled and the heel of my boot tapped out the little aftershocks as my body tried to process this level of stimuli.

He stood up and buried his face in my neck as he turned his hand and fucked me with his fingers. I cried out as the pleasure twisted into pain. “Seth, wait.”

He paused. “I’m sorry. Was I too rough? You soaked my face, so I thought you were with me.” He made sweet hushing sounds against my ear. “I’m sorry. I got too into it.”

I breathed through the invasion of just two of his thick fingers. How the hell was I going to take his cock?

God, I was so over my head.

“Don’t tense up.” He wrapped his other arm around my waist and fit his cock against my ass. “You’re perfect. We’re so good together, can’t you feel it?”

I nodded, but I couldn’t think around the invasion of his fingers.

He pulled out of me and went to my clit. “Sweet little circles until you’re ready for me. I want inside you so bad I can’t think straight, but I can wait. I’ve waited this long, right?” He laughed against my neck and I wanted to weep in reaction.

My stupid virginity was going to ruin everything.

“Where did you go?”

“Never mind.”

His eyebrows snapped down and he pulled his fingers from between my thighs before turning me toward him. “No, not never mind. No matter how much I want you, if it’s too soon, I’ll survive. I promise.”

I shook my head and wrapped my arms around his neck. “No. I want this more than you could ever know.”

His fingers dug into my hips. “Thank God.”

I stared at his chin and traced the bristles of his scruffy face. My fingertips went farther down to his neck, where his Adam’s apple jumped under my touch.

The vibration of his growl made my skin prickle. Somehow I’d thought I could just walk in and make this work. It wasn’t as if I was a complete novice about sex. I hadn’t actually had it, but I was a woman with needs. Some nights the only way I’d gotten to sleep with the stress and frustration of my life was to take care of myself.

But I’d been deluding myself that it compared to reality in any way.

He lowered his face until our gazes collided. “What?”

“I…”

“You…what?” He laughed. “You can tell me anything. You know that.” His dark brows pinched together. “Has someone hurt you?”

“No! Oh, God, no.” I blew out a breath. I was doing this all wrong. I slid out of his arms and paced the wide living space. “It’s not that. In fact, quite the opposite.”

He tunneled his fingers through his hair and gripped the back of his neck. His anger and heat had ignited a dangerous prickle of excitement in my bloodstream. That he’d been so upset on my behalf was only one of the reasons I was so head over heels about this idiot. “What does that mean?”

As a hint of something I couldn’t read filled his eyes, suddenly it was Seth who was pacing the length of the room.

He tugged the tails of his shirt out of his jeans. “You aren’t telling me what I think you’re telling me.”

I pushed a wild curl out of my face. My hair was finally drying and my curls were a little intense, thanks to the rain. “I mean, I know it’s crazy, but look at it from my point of view. I’m always working, or I was always taking care of my mom. I didn’t really have much time to date.”

I couldn’t spit out the word. I knew he needed it, but I just couldn’t get it off my tongue. I blocked him from making another path across the Aubusson carpet.

“Seth.”

“No. Don’t you ‘Seth’ me.” He grabbed me by the upper arms and lifted me onto my toes. “You spit it out right now.”

“I’ve sort of never done this with a person before.”

He dropped me back onto my feet and staggered back as he jammed his fingers into his hair. He pulled until his thick near-black hair was as wild as mine. “No one has ever been inside you?”

I winced. It was kind of crazy when he put it like that. And I felt even more stupid. I folded my arms over my chest. “It’s not a big deal.”

He crossed to me and lifted me up, then crushed his mouth to mine.

Well, okay then. Guess that talk was over.

He curled my legs around his hips and walked me through the suite and kicked open the door to the bedroom. He set me on my feet at the end of the bed and lifted my dress over my head before I could say another word.

I crossed my arms over my chest again instinctively. My boobs were too big and my ass too shapely. I’d gotten my hourglass figure from someone in my family. My mother had been slight for as long as I could remember, but there were pictures.

Ones with her smiling on the shore of Crescent Cove in a bikini. We could have been twins once upon a time.

He pulled my arms away. “No one has ever touched you here?” He skimmed the back of his hand along the swells of my breasts. The bra was too flimsy to really hold me in, but it went with the dress. And like the dress, the sheer factor was very in his face at the moment. He circled his fingertip around my nipple. “No one has sucked on these?”

I swallowed as I swayed on my feet. “I’m not a complete nun.”NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

He peeled back the nude colored nylon and hissed. “Did he know to touch you like this?” He tugged my nipple with his first two fingers until the skin stretched a twinge past pleasure into pain before he let it go.

My nipple tightened even more and the quick rush of blood under the dark rose flesh made me gasp. “No.”

He reached around me and unsnapped the bra and eased it over my shoulders, then set it with my dress on the chair in the corner. He lifted each of my breasts until they filled his hands, and my nipples were trapped by his thumb and forefinger.

“No one has ever taken the time to find out just what you need?”

I tipped my head back and fought against the quick rush of tears that had come out of nowhere. “No,” I said brokenly.

“I will. I’ll make sure I know every inch of your precious body.”

He released one of my breasts and his hand slid lower. He coasted over my waist to the soft skin just above my slit. “And no one has been here?”

I shook my head. “Just me.”

His nostrils flared. “At night? In the dark?”

I swallowed. “Not often, but sometimes when the loneliness was too much.”

“Show me.”

I shook my head.

“Show me,” he said more forcefully. “I want to make sure I’m doing it right.”

“You are.” My lower lip trembled. “Everything has been right.”

“I was too rough.”

“No. I just wasn’t ready.”

He led my hand to my pussy and made small circles. My cheeks burned at just how wet I was. No, definitely not like when I touched myself. I was fuller and more swollen. My body had reacted to the differences and made room for my fingers and his as I gasped.

“Like that?” His voice was like gravel and his eyes were a touch wild, along with being kind.

I didn’t really want kind. I wanted the Seth who couldn’t wait to get his hands on me. I wanted the man who was so hot for me he couldn’t wait to touch me.

Hesitance was the last thing I wanted.

I slid my fingers out from under his and held him to my entrance. “You know what I need. I need you to trust that. I trust you with this.” I lifted trembling fingers to the buttons of his shirt. “I trust you with me.”

Swallowing hard, I pushed his shirt open and over his shoulders. We struggled with his cuffs and finally he was as bare as me from the waist up. I took a tentative step closer to him and had to take a slow breath when my breasts touched his chest. The soft hairs along his abs felt different than the more wiry ones between his pecs. Both of them were rather glorious.

I chased the wonder and hoped it would lead me away from the nerves multiplying in my belly and brain. I wanted this with everything inside of me. Even knowing things would change between on us on a fundamental level, I couldn’t turn away from him any longer.

He kicked off his shoes and I did the same with my boots. His pants hit the floor next and we stood in front of each other nearly naked.

Me, completely, but I was sort of glad he’d left on his black boxer briefs. I wasn’t sure I was ready to see just what my choices had led me to.

Especially with the bulge tenting under the snug cotton.

I lifted a shaking hand to his shoulder and he swept me up into his arms and deposited me on the mattress. “We’re going to take this as slow as you need to, all right?”

“What if I want fast?” I scuttled toward the head of the bed.