Dana, who has been in love with Mason for years, wants him to be the one to take her virginity. Mason seemed to be on board, but he’s being evasive, so she decides to move things forward.
Mason rested on his couch and sipped his beer. He didn’t know what Dana was in the mood for tonight. She’d said something about a game, so he suspected she’d return with a favorite video game.
A knock sounded at his door, then it opened.
When he saw what Dana was wearing, his mouth gaped open.
She was dressed like a sexy maid. Fuck, the neckline of the buttoned top dipped low enough to reveal a huge amount of cleavage. More than he ever suspected she had to reveal. And the short, flouncy skirt revealed her long legs, made all the longer by the six-inch spiked heels that she wore. The skirt didn’t hide the sexy garters she wore, nor the strip of bare thigh above the black stockings.
He just stared at her as she walked toward him. His cock swelled, pushing uncomfortably against his jeans. God, he wanted to fling her onto the bed and run his hands all over her.
But why the hell had she chosen a maid costume, of all things? The sight of it brought up bad associations. Maria had done a number on him. He didn’t mind fucking his subs in maid costumes. In fact, it was a real turn-on. Probably helped him to exorcise, or at least replace, his memories of Maria. But he wouldn’t do that with Dana. He couldn’t.
“I thought we might try a role-playing game,” Dana said as she sashayed toward him.
But his anxiety turned to anger and he snapped at her, “Take off that costume.”
Her eyes widened.
“Now, damn it!”
Before he knew it, she had stripped off the top and dropped it on the floor, her eyes wide.
“No, Dana, I meant—”
But before he could, she’d tugged off the skirt and dropped it, too.
Had she reacted to his command without thinking? Heat rushed through him at the thought that she might be a natural sub. His natural sub. Where she just automatically responded to his commands.
Fuck. She stood there in a black lace push-up bra that showcased her beautiful breasts. She still had the white, frilly apron around her waist, hiding her panties from view.
His heart raced and, as much as he wanted to order her to cover up... he couldn’t.
“I didn’t mean for you to take it off here,” he muttered once he found his voice.
“I’m sorry, but you yelled at me and I just... did it.” Her voice sounded shaky.
“I didn’t yell.”
She pursed her lips. “True. I just...” She raised her wide-eyed gaze to him. “It sounded like an order.”
“It was, but...” Fuck it. He wasn’t going to explain his intent. Right now, she was standing in front of him, practically naked, and he was having a hard time remembering why he wasn’t pulling her into his bed and driving his hard, aching cock into her.
“Never mind.”
He stood up and walked toward her. Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink as he approached. He stopped in front of her and stared down at her soft, creamy breasts.
“You really want me to take you, don’t you?”
She gazed up at him, her eyes glittering, and nodded. But he could see it in her eyes. The nervousness.
He took her hand and led her to his bed, then sat down and drew her between his knees.
“You have beautiful breasts, Dana. Do you mind if I touch them?”
“No,” she said, breathlessly.
The sound of it made his cock lurch to attention. Her breasts were at his eye level and he reached out and stroked one fingertip across the top swell of them. God, they were so soft and silky.
She reached behind her.
“No, Dana.” But he was too late.
She unfastened the bra and rested her hands on the cups, then her gaze locked on his, her cheeks flushing even darker, and she pulled it away.
“Fuck.” The sight of her pert breasts—their tight little nipples peaking straight at him—took his breath away.
“God, Dana. They’re perfect.”
“You said...” She drew in a deep breath. “That you wanted to touch them.”
He smiled. She certainly was eager.
He reached for those perfect mounds and cupped them. They filled his hands, the tight little buds pressing into his palms. He closed his fingers around them and kneaded them.
She made a small, strangled sound in her throat.
“Do you like that?” He wasn’t sure if the sound indicated pleasure or something else.
“Oh, yes.”
He chuckled, then glided his hand under her breast, lifting its weight, and stroked her hard nipple with his thumb. Her eyelids fell closed and her head tipped back.
“So beautiful, baby.” He leaned forward and ran his tongue over the puckered nipple, then drew it into his warm mouth. Aroused by her small moan, he began to suckle.
Her fingers slid through his hair and she pulled him tight to her bosom.
He sucked harder.
“Oh, yes,” she cried.
He smiled and moved to the other breast, then suckled until she was moaning steadily, her head tossed back.
He chuckled. “You’re going to get a sore neck like that.”
He stood up and wrapped his hands around her waist and set her on the bed, then he knelt beside it. He lapped at her nipples, moving from one to the other until her head was flinging back and forth on the pillow and her moans filled the room.
Fuck, she was so responsive to his touch. His cock ached to be inside her, but he would not allow that.
She was clearly turned on and he was dying to know how much. He began to lift her apron, wanting to get at the silky panties underneath, but suddenly she sucked in a breath and pressed her hand down on the apron, stopping him from lifting it.
“What’s wrong, Dana? Do you want me to stop?”
“God, no. But I... uh...”
He waited patiently.
“I just don’t want you to... uh... look.”
His eyebrow arched. “Really?”
“I thought you would... I mean if you go inside... you don’t have to look, do you?”
“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.
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