A Taste of Sweetness [part 2][R-18]
She groans.
"Ahhh—ahhhh—AHHHN—!!"
She shrieked. Legs locked around his head. scrabbling against the couch cushions as her pussy clenched hard around his tounge, pulsing over and over, soaking wet.
Her groans came broken. Wild. Too loud for the room.
And he didn't stop.
He rode her out on it—tongue still licking, fingers still working, coaxing out each last drop of it until she was tensed, gasping, dissolving into the couch like her bones were liquid.
When she at last fell, she couldn't talk.
Couldn't move.
Her breath came in ragged, quivering little pants.
She fell back against the cushions, heaving chest, face flushed red.
"I… I'm sorry…" she whispered through a haze of pleasure and embarrassment. Her eyes brimmed with tears. "I didn't mean to… on your face…"
Leon rose slowly, licking her essence from his lips, then wiped the rest with his fingers—before slipping one into his mouth.
He closed his eyes and smiled.
"Sweet… intoxicating. I've tasted rare fruits and aged wine, but nothing like this."
Aria's face burned. Her body felt exposed, raw, vulnerable.
"You're Bad…" she breathed.
He bent over her, golden eyes blazing with heat and amusement.
"I merely provided what your body asked of me."
Her breath caught as he kissed her once more—gently this time. A soft contrast to the flame previously. Her lips shook against his. She could feel herself on his tongue. A perverse intimacy that made her reel.
Then she felt it again.
That hard, thick pressure against her belly—warm and pulsing through his trousers. She looked down—and stopped.
"My lord… it's… it's poking me…" she whispered, breath shaking, eyes open wide.
Leon laughed, low and sinister. "You did this. Do you intend to leave me in agony, little maid?"
Her mouth opened. Her breathing accelerated.
"Th-Then… should I… assist you?" she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.
He reclined, reclining on the couch, his long legs splayed slightly apart. His golden eyes fastened on hers.
"Show me."
Aria climbed to her knees, her shivering fingers extending for his belt. Her fingers stumbled at first, grazing against the heat throbbing beneath the material. She gasped softly at the sheer bulk and weight crushing against her palm.
"It's… so big…" she breathed; cheeks flushed deep crimson.
Leon grinned, saying nothing—only gazing at her with an incandescent stare.
At last, the buckle yielded with a gentle clink, and she gingerly opened the buttons of his trousers.
As soon as the cloth relaxed, it burst free—his dick erect and big, veined and flushed, proud and aching before her unbelieving eyes.
She stilled.
"Oh…" Her breath caught. "It's… huge…"
She couldn't help but gawk. Six fat inches, throbbing with desire. It jerked under her eyes as if answering to her amazement.
The smell struck her—rich, musky, male. Her thighs tightened involuntarily.
"Go on," Leon coaxed softly, running a hand through her silky hair. "Touch it."
Her fingers trembling, she reached out and grasped the base.
Warm… hard… and yet… velvet soft.
"Haa…" she breathed unsteadily. "It's… throbbing…
He groaned the instant she gave him a soft stroke, his hand clenching lightly in her hair.
"Good girl…" he growled; voice husky with pleasure. "Just like that."
The praise sparked something within her.
She leaned in slowly, her lips opening as her tongue flashed out—just a little lick over the swollen head.
"Slrp…"
A bead of pale fluid glinted at the tip. She licked it.
Bitter. Salty. Addictively male.
She flushed harder and widened her mouth, enveloping the tip with her lips, swirling her tongue slowly.
"Mmm… sllrrp…"
Leon breathed through his nose, his eyes growing darker as he observed her. His fingers intertwined deeper into her hair, coaxing her pace slowly.
"That's it… take a little more, Aria."
She did.
Inch by inch, his shaft slid into her mouth. She gagged slightly but forced herself to continue, tears welling in her eyes as she adjusted.
"You're doing so well…"
Her heart fluttered at the words.
She began to move—slow, uncertain bobs of her head at first, each motion slick with saliva, her tongue dancing along the underside of his dick.
"Slrrrp… glk… glk…"
His soft gasps over her only encouraged her. Her movements became more rapid, hands clasped around his thighs for support as her mouth ravished him with growing passion.
"You learn quickly…" he groaned; voice tense. "A gifted little mouth…"
Her cheeks glowed hotter. She moaned around him, imparting shuddering vibrations to his shaft.
"F-Fuck…" Leon's head tilted back slightly, his muscles tense. His hand pressed her down gently, his dick hitting the back of her throat.
She choked—but didn't pull away. she kept moving her head up and down.
His breathing grew ragged.
"Aria… I'm going to—"
She didn't stop. She took him deeper, faster, her eyes locked on his expression.
And then—
"Ah—!"
He arrived. Thick spurts of hot seed burst into her mouth, filling her. She coughed once but swallowed fast, not wanting to waste a drop.
"Mmm… mmm—slrrrp…"
When he finished, she suckled him clean, her cheeks hollowing a little as she pulled out the last drops.
She drew back, breathing softly, a thin strand of fluid still linking her lips to his tip.
"Sweet… but a little bitter…" she whispered bashfully, licking at her lips.
Leon gazed down at her—his lovely maid, flushed and panting, on her knees with eyes half-closed and cheeks rosy-colored.
"You did perfectly," he told her, stroking a thumb over her shiny bottom lip. "Better than I could've dreamed."
Aria blinked up at him, dazed. "T-thank you… my lord…" she spoke in mortified tone her face full flushed.
"You look even cute when you're embarrassed."
Leon's voice so soft that Aria's heart stuttered. Her gaze parted to say something—but the words wouldn't come.
He didn't let her.
With a single smooth motion, Leon drew her down once more, pinning her back against the velvet couch. Her breath caught as his lips pressed hard against hers—hot, strong, masterful.
And then his mouth kissed hers.
A kiss of possession.
It was hard, famished, full of possession. He ate her mouth like it was his own. And she—gods—she kissed him in return. Her nails dug into his back so hard the knuckles showed white, her head whirling.
When he finally broke away, his golden eyes seemed to pin her like a predator to prey.
"From now on," he told her, low and determined, "you are mine, Aria."
Her breath caught.
She couldn't meet his gaze. Her cheeks burned; her body trembled. A quiet, stunned nod was all she could give.
Leon smirked. One hand slid behind her neck, cradling it. The other traced her thigh, slowly, teasingly.
"Say it," he demanded, soft and dangerous. "Say you're mine."
Aria's lips quivered. Her voice broke free in a trembling whisper.
"…I'm yours, my lord."
His eyes darkened in pure satisfaction.
"Good girl."
His hand moved further now—between her legs, under her dress. He discovered her wet panties and pushed them aside. She gasped when the head of his arousal, thick with need, nudged her slick, sensitive entrance—but he didn't move in.
Instead, he held it against her swollen clit.
Just that.
The heat, the pressure—it set her hips jerking and her thighs clamping tightly around him.
"Nnngh—" she whimpered, body tensing.
You feel that?" he breathed in her ear. "This is what you do to me, little maid."
Her fingers bit into his spine. Her body arched ever so slightly beneath his; lips parted in a silent scream. All of her nerves were aflame, her breathing shallow and fast.
But then—
Knock. Knock.
The sound struck like a cold knife.
Both stilled.
My lord?" a rough voice hollered from beyond the door. "Sorry to interrupt your official work hours but someone needs a desperate audience."
Leon didn't budge for an instant—his frame still pushed tightly against Aria's. His jaw set in annoyance.
".Tch." He glanced down at her, his lips curving in annoyance. "They always appear at the worst possible moment.
Then, in a smooth, cool voice, he shouted out, "tell them to wait ten minutes. I'm busy."
"Of course, my lord," the guard replied, and clumping boots disappeared into the corridor.
Leon faced Aria again.
"Don't worry," he breathed softly. "We'll pick up where we left off… soon."
Her whole body was flushed. Her thighs still shook. Her lips were parted—but she could only nod, flustered and disappointed.
He slid off of her slowly, standing upright and stretching with languor. Aria sat up, her cheeks still flushed, her maid's clothes adhering to her flushed complexion. She did not dare look at him as she fumbled with her clothes with shaky fingers.
Leon put on his robe and pants, regarding her with remaining hunger in his eyes.
Then, in a soft voice, Aria said.
My lord… sit down, please. I… I must clean here…"
He lifted one eyebrow in amusement. "Hmm? Of course."
But as he walked by her, he caught her wrist—and drew her into another kiss.
Not hurried. Not frenzied.
This one was slow and intimate, with something much more dangerous than desire.
Their lips met in harmony, tongues stroking, breathing entwining. She sagged into him, her knees all but collapsing.
When at last he drew away, she was dazed-eyed, her mouth open, and her face completely flushed.
"Clean quickly," he breathed softly. "Then come to me."
Aria looked down at the floor, face red. She nodded.
"…Yes, my lord.
As she faced the chaos they'd created, her gaze wandered for an instant toward the high windows, where the sun cast long golden shadows on the floor. She was as expressionless as ever—her face cool as ice—but in the depths of her chest, her heart wouldn't cease fluttering.
There had been a storm within her.