As my hand touched her nether lips, she threw her head back once more, her eyes glazing over as she gasped lightly.
"Young master…" her voice was barely a whisper, and it was as though all the strength in her body had been drained completely. Only through sheer will was she still standing.
I gently rubbed my fingers across her, feeling the slippery, wet sensation. They tried to cling to me, yet at the same time, they seemed to appreciate my trailing finger movements. I was simultaneously sucking her breast and gently massaging her clit. She tried to squirm, feeling a tingling pleasure crash over her.
She's close already? I felt surprised upon noticing she was about to cum.
We haven't even started anything yet… I muttered, and a sly grin appeared on my face.
I paused my movements just as she was going over the edge and created some distance between us to stare into her eyes.
"This… young master…" Lydia whispered under her ragged breath, staring at me with a speechless expression. She felt as though she was about to enter a state of euphoria when I stopped everything.
Why? she wanted to ask, and reluctance appeared on her face.
"Undress me," I commanded sternly.
Tingles of pleasure were still running wildly across her body as she heard my command. She felt like touching herself, at least for a few seconds. Even just a few seconds of pleasuring herself would make her reach that climax she was approaching. But knowing her thoughts, I knew I couldn't allow her such pleasure yet.
"Now," I stated calmly as soon as I noticed her legs clamp together and her hand heading toward her skirt.
Knowing she couldn't refuse the order, Lydia approached me and began undressing my robes. As she worked, the tingles of pleasure continued straining her. The warmth of my tongue on her breasts and neck clung to her, along with my slightly cold finger gently caressing her. She wanted to experience all those again. Just the memory of it caused more streaming, transparent liquid to trail down her legs.
I noticed it but acted oblivious as she made quick work of my robes. Then, down to my underwear. She bent low and gently pulled it down, revealing my rock-hard, nine-inch member.
The same size as in my previous life? I muttered, and my grin widened slightly.
Pleased, I turned to the maid. Her hands moved to her skirt and she tried pulling it down. It was clear that since I was already naked, she too wanted to be in the same state.
"Leave the skirt on. It makes it look more thrilling," I said, stopping her in her tracks.
A puzzled expression appeared on her face, but she obeyed the order nonetheless. Standing, she clutched her robes nervously, with anticipation blooming in her heart. The silence stretched between us for a few seconds. With each passing second, her anticipation grew, and the wetness dampening her underwear continued increasing.
Drip… drip… drip…
The sound of her fluids dripping on the ground echoed in both our ears. Each drop made her face turn redder. The mature air of someone in her late thirties which she usually held crumpled, but strangely, her pleasure seemed to increase. Heat spread through her lower abdomen, and tingles of itching pleasure spread wildly through her body.
Suddenly, a warm lip connected with hers and Lydia felt her body melt under my touch. My hands instantly slipped underneath her skirt eagerly, feeling the pooling liquid. I was also extremely aroused by the whole situation. I have never encountered a woman that oozed so much eroticism as Lydia. Every movement she made seemed to entrance me, and if it wasn't for my self-control, I would have long fallen under her control.
I slipped a finger into her wetness and felt the liquid coat my skin as I was soon engulfed in warmth.
"Mmmmm…" The moment my finger slipped into her, Lydia moaned in pleasure.
I brought my finger back then thrust it forward gently, causing another moan to escape her lips. It was muffled by the fact that we were passionately kissing. I added my middle finger and felt her walls tighten around my fingers as I thrust in and out.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
The sounds of my fingers sinking into her wetness echoed in the room as her moans resounded simultaneously.
"Mhhh…. Mmmm… ah…"
I felt her tighten around my fingers, and this time I didn't pause; instead, I increased the pace at which I thrusted. When I felt she was close, I gently rubbed her clit, causing her eyes to widen then roll back as pleasure flooded through her body.
Her body grew weak instantly and she almost collapsed to the ground. Luckily, I caught her in time. I could still feel that all the strength had been drained out from her.
"Ah… ah… what's this feeling? Ah…" she gasped with her tongue out, saliva dripping onto the floor.
I brought my hands from underneath her skirt and noticed they were coated in her juices. I brought them closer to my lips and, before Lydia could protest, I licked it.
"Hmmm… tastes like vanilla…" I commented, causing her face to turn bright red.
She twitched as pleasure flooded her body once more. Still, despite the fact that she had reached such heights of pleasure, she felt there was still something more.
"Your cock… young master… please, I need your cock." She had heard whispers from other maids. It was said that they only use their dicks to bring such pleasure to them. In her case, using just his fingers, she had been able to experience such pleasure. Then what would tasting his dick feel like?
Lydia didn't know, but she really needed to experience the feeling herself. She was already twitching in eagerness at the thought of that massive cock sinking into her. Although she just came, she felt pleasure building up within her once more.
I stared at Lydia with a faint smirk on my face. I gently stroked my cock, her warm fluids coating it completely.
"Are you sure you're ready to experience my cock?"
Lydia hesitated. It was like a devil offering an irresistible offer. But why did she feel like she couldn't resist? She nodded half-dazedly while standing up.
"Please, I need your cock, young master…"