Chapter Ten

I had gone too far to turn back. With my hands on her thighs, I leaned my head forward, the scent of her assailing my nostrils. She was slick with wetness and as my tongue scooped up her moisture, I felt certain I'd never taste anything so good ever again. It was sweet, like her, with a touch of pure sexuality that belied her innocent looks.

I flicked my tongue over her soft folds until she moaned quietly above me, her hands sliding over my back, making my cock twitch with need. Reaching between her legs, I gently spread her lips apart, staring at her pink core, dipping my tongue into her a second later, exploring inside her before moving up to her clit, taking it into my mouth, sucking softly and then circling it with the tip of my tongue.

She moaned again as I slid a finger into her, then her breathing began to change, growing more laboured as I thrust slowly, my tongue never moving from her clit.

Her insides began to clench and loosen around my finger and I felt her widening and tightening in turn as she grew closer. "Oh my God," she muttered. "That feels so good. Oh fuck, keep going, keep going, don't stop."

I thrust a little faster, moving my tongue with more precision as her hips shifted towards me. Another few seconds passed in absolute bliss and then she said the words I'd dreamed of, "I'm coming!"

Her hips started to buck in place, her legs shaking, her fingers digging into my back as I fought to keep my tongue in place, feeling the internal spasms around my finger as she drew me deeper in.

Before she had a chance to recover, I stood up, gripping my cock and plunging it into her. She opened her mouth to cry out and as she did so, I shoved my tongue past her lips, making her taste her own sweetness as I buried myself inside her.

Her legs wrapped around my back as she ground against me, my cock feeling the last of her spasms before I was ready to pull back and tease her, the tip of me just inside her.

I thrust again, shoving her backwards, things falling off the desk onto the floor as I lay down on her, crushing her under me, my tongue still entwined with hers.

She had her eyes closed but I didn't do the same. I couldn't stop staring at her. She just looked so beautiful, her hair falling away from her face, her cheeks flushed, her body warm against me. I began to slide faster into her, unable to take my time any longer.

She came again a few seconds later, my pelvis against her clit, my cock thrusting as fast as I could, her panting breaths hitting my mouth as she threw her head back and cried out, "I'm coming!"

I didn't pause. I was too close. As her orgasm started to fade, I picked up speed, feeling my own climax approaching. She seemed to know as she both tightened around me and widened somehow at the same time, drawing me deeper, her lips pressing against mine.

Just as I was on the edge, she opened her eyes and glanced at me and in that moment I was lost. I knew I'd never feel about anyone else, the way I felt about her. She closed her eyes again as I groaned loudly, burying myself all the way in her, my cock jerking as I filled her with my hot cum, spurts of it flying out as I rocked back and forth in place.

Only when I had finished twitching did I slowly slide from her. I stood up slowly, lifting her with me, kissing her again and again before wrapping my arms around her and holding her against me.

We were stood like that, just cuddling happily, when someone knocked on the office door, interrupting our peace. "Hold on," I called out, pointing towards her bag. "You better get dressed," I whispered, pushing my cock into my trousers.

She ran over to get her things as I shoved the maid's uniform into my drawer.

I watched her dress, feeling sorry that such a beautiful body was being hidden away from view. She didn't look at me, focussing on making herself look respectable once more. It was almost as if it had never happened. If not for the taste still in my mouth, I'd have been able to convince myself it hadn't happened. Already I was beginning to regret it. What if we were found out? What if she told someone? My career would be in ruins. Was that why someone was knocking on the door? Had they heard us? Was I about to be escorted from the building?

I ignored the questions racing through my mind as I quickly put my things back on the desk. Less than a minute had passed since they knocked but it felt like much longer. I couldn't leave it for another second.

When I said, "Come in," the scene that awaited the intruder was one of perfect professionalism. Donna was sat by my desk notebook in front of her, the only sign of what had happened was her cheeks, still flushed pink.

"Mr Reyholm, what can I do for you?" I asked when I had unlocked the door. "Come in, though forgive me, I am in the middle of a tutorial."

He looked at Donna for a second before turning his attention to me. "I need to speak to you in private. Would you mind?"

"Of course not. Donna, we'll have to call it a day there, I'm afraid. I have a slot available tomorrow if you're in need of more help."

"I think so," she replied in that warm voice of hers. "I'm still struggling to get to grips with a few things."

"One o'clock tomorrow then."

She nodded before heading out, leaving me alone to get the worst possible news.