Page 26 of The Maid

When they'd first had sex, the night in her bungalow, the very day she'd met him, he had been a good lover, but not great. It had been standard missionary that ended after a few thrusts. But as the months progressed, he'd taken his time, learned her body and he'd gone from good lover to phenomenal. Being twenty-five to his eighteen, she had had more experience. Not that much more, truth be told, but more than him. No one had ever gone down on her. As the days passed, and then the week, they got more comfortable with each other and he began to explore her body and Addie had allowed it.

When he first ate her out, she thoughts she'd both die of mortification and of pleasure. She had exploded as he sucked her clit and it had been so unexpected that they had both been surprised. After the first time, he never missed an opportunity to taste her. By the end of their second month, she felt as if there was nothing they hadn't seen of each other’s bodies. They'd slept naked, when he was able to sneak out of the house, they fucked in the pool when his parents weren't home, they even fucked in almost every room of that palatial house. Part of the allure had been the sneaking around.

But ass-play had never been on the menu. It just had not even crossed her mind at the time. Other men had tried to get her to do it, but she had refused. Now, here she was, ready to let him fuck her ass after one night out. That's how crazy he made her feel.

"I'm glad you haven't. I want to be your first. I'll buy you a toy and we'll go slow."

He stopped talking after that proclamation and laved her pussy over and over. He slid up the bed, getting comfortable, as if he had all fucking day to do this. "Gun, I need you. I need more."

He held her down by the hip with his other hand and began to feast on her. The noises he made, made her wild underneath his firm grip, and when he pushed one, then a second, finger into her, she thought she'd died and gone to heaven. The sensation was too much, and she moaned and groaned as he lapped, nipped, and sucked her into the most intense orgasm of her life. Before she had a chance to recover, he lifted her up gently and placed her on the center of the bed. He stood and kicked off his shoes, then slowly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the floor.

No man had been remotely as manly and crude as Gun. Ironic, being that Gun grew up with a silver spoon and etiquette teachers. She hadn't noticed the tattoo by his ribs on the right side of his body, the other night. She wanted to get a closer look, but he began to unbutton his jeans and all thoughts left her brain as the man began to slide his jeans and boxers down his legs. Gun was wide and imposing, but his best features were those thick muscular thighs, and once he was nude, that was all she could look at. Well, that and the impressively hard cock jutting out. He threw two condoms by the pillow, which he must have had in his wallet, and climbed into bed.

Hovering right above her, he was so hard she thought he was going to slide right on in. But instead, he put his weight on his arms on either side of her face. She needed more of him. She wanted all that weight on her, so she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him down.

"You're so beautiful, Addie. The memory of you in my head..." He shook his head. "It didn't do you justice."

"You're quite breathtaking yourself, Gun,” she said, her hand caressing the side of his face. His stubble rough on her palm, and he leaned into her touch, something he used to do before, something she'd forgotten but had loved.

"I'd be lying to you if I told you I wanted to stop."

"I'm glad we're on the same page, Addie." He kissed her and she brought her arms around his neck. The kiss went on and on and she wasn't sure whether she really wanted to stop and get on with the sex or if she wanted to just kiss for the rest of the night.

Their skin on skin contact felt both odd and familiar; they'd both changed so much yet they were both the same. What hadn't changed—not at all—was the way he kissed and she loved—loved!— the way he kissed. When he pulled away, they were both panting. He grabbed the condom, sat up, and put it on, then he was right back on her, still slow, and deliberate with his kisses. Even though it was obvious that she wanted—no, needed—more right now, he took his time. With his knees he parted her legs further and then slowly slid inside, his thumbs softly caressing her cheeks.

"Oh, Gun."

"I know. Trust me, I know." His eyes closed as if he was savoring the feel.

"Need it faster." She begged but he didn't speed up. No, he moved in long languid strokes in and out. She shook in anticipation and desperation, and the corded lines around his neck and arms, were a sign that he too felt the need, yet he didn't change the maddening pace that felt like the most delicious of tortures. And the way he didn't take his eyes away from hers, the way he gently touched her face, and made love to her—it screamed danger. It said nothing of one one-night stands. With this man, having thought even for a brief moment that it could only be one night was ludicrous. Maybe they could keep doing this—just this—and she could be tough and leave her heart out of it. But one thing she was certain of—this couldn't be the last time. No damn way. It just felt too good.

"Come for me, baby," he grunted, as his pace stayed the same but the intensity in his movements and stare threatened to take her over the edge. He wet his thumb with his tongue and reached between their joined bodies and rubbed her clit until she couldn't stop her body from convulsing right over into oblivion.

"Ahh... fuck. So tight," he groaned as he, too, came, her pussy pulsating like a vise around his cock.

There were orgasms and then there was whatever the fuck just happened between them. Great didn't do justice to it, but it was more than that. It was intense and by the time he pulled out, rolled over her, and threw away the condom, every single muscle in his body ached. He turned on his side and pulled her to him, kissing her shoulder, he said. "Glad we came to your apartment instead of mine."

"The paparazzi?" she asked in that husky voice he loved.

"No. If we were in my apartment this is about the point you'd want to leave. But, being that you can't leave because you live here and I'm sure as fuck not going anywhere, you have no choice but to sleep with me."

She snorted. "You're such a helpless romantic."

"You know it!" he said, as they both fell into a blissful sleep.

"Oh God!" She moaned, her eyes still closed.

Was she having a dream?

Her eyes snapped open and she felt two large hands holding her thighs wide open. She lifted the covers to find Gun's head between her legs. "Oh my...Gun, what are...Oh wow..." She threw her head back and closed her eyes. "Yes. Please don't stop."

He moved up her body and replaced his tongue with his fingers. "Nothing tastes better than Addie for breakfast," he said, as he pushed himself inside of her and proceeded to show her how fun breakfast could be.

An hour later, Addie was shoving a banana into Gun's hand and hurrying him up. "I'm going to be late."

"But it was worth it."

She shook her head as she straightened her pencil skirt. "Fine. It was. But still, we need to go."

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