He pulled her dark curls away from her neck and pressed his lips to her skin. She tensed reflexively for but a moment before dissolving into his embrace with a sigh. Each kiss up her neck sparked a barely perceptible shiver through her. He sucked softly at her earlobe and she sighed louder, feeling a distinct quiver move down her body. He kissed his way back down her neck to her shoulder. A warmth was growing between her thighs.
His arms were wrapped around her, his hands gently cupping her full, soft breasts. He moved a hand up to her throat, tilting her head back to allow his lips access to untouched inches of her skin. His fingers slid back down and worked their way past the white trim of her neckline and beneath the black of her uniform. There he luxuriated in the inviting warmth of her breast, feeling her breath quicken at his touch. She moaned as her nipple hardened between his fingers, her sense of duty forgotten, any pretense of resistance replaced with a consuming passion. She spun to face him, grasping his head in her hands and smiling inwardly at the momentary shock in his eyes before pulling him down toward her. Their mouths met in moist compression, tongues dancing around each other like aurora across the night sky.
With her intentions assured he began to assert himself more strongly. He reached down to lift her skirt and found that she was wearing nothing beneath. This excited him more than he could have imagined. He wrapped his hands around the smooth curves of her ass and lifted her, their mouths still locked by the magnetism of their desire. With her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him he began to feel her wetness soak into his trousers. His arousal was almost painful. He swung her around and carried her to the desk, sitting her upon it and spilling papers to the floor.
She kept her legs coiled about his waist, pressing him against her as she pulled at the neckline of her uniform and folded it beneath her breasts. With her nipples so exposed she drew back from his kiss and guided his head down to her chest. He offered no resistance and she gasped lightly as his tongue snaked down through her cleavage and curled around her left nipple. She closed her eyes, recalling every fantasy she'd had of this very moment, and opened them to find it was still true. The thrill bubbled up into a giggle that escaped her lips.
He looked up at her and grinned. She'd never seen such a look from him before, even toward the Mistress. She met his eye and it sent a shudder of excitement through her insides. His hands reached back and pried her knees from his sides, then slid firmly up her thighs, pushing her skirt up to her waist. When his hands made their way behind her ass he pulled her hips toward the edge of the desk. He held his gaze as he sank down to his knees, then ducked his head beneath the frills of her skirt.
Her clit had already begun to swell with anticipation and her juices had dripped down her inner thighs. He lapped at the streaks of fluid and followed their path to the folds of her pussy. She let out a quaking moan as his lips passed gently over her labia. His tongue slid slowly up the length of her slit, flicking as it passed over her clitoris. She stifled a yelp at the sudden burst of sensation. Waves of pleasure followed quickly as he began sucking at her clit, deftly teasing it with the tip of his tongue. She squirmed and bit her lip, grabbing fistfuls of his hair, not wanting him to move an inch from where he was. He obliged her, pushing his tongue through her pussy lips and twirling it before returning to his ministrations of her clit.
She began to breathe heavily and he felt her body tense. Her legs clamped shut against his head. He could hardly breathe. His only choice was to finish what he'd started. He increased his pace, alternating suctioning kisses with rapid strokes of his tongue. She was blinded by a trance of passion. What had started as a pulsing buzz of pleasure was now a shrieking tremor of ecstasy coursing through her. She released the grip of her thighs as minor convulsions of orgasmic aftershock reduced her muscles to liquid. It was a few panting moments before she regained the will to speak.
"My lord, I have never known such pleasure."
"Miss Dahlia, I have desired for so long to give you such pleasure. To be more to you than merely master of this house. To be your Andrew as you are my Dahlia. You are a fire in my veins and my thoughts are only of you."
Her heart swelled but her mind rebelled with consternation.
"My lord-- Andrew. We must cease. This cannot be."
"No, Dahlia. I cannot quench the fire. I care nothing for the consequences. I must have you."
Looking in his eyes she knew there was nothing she could say that would convince him otherwise, but neither did she want to. The last barriers had crumbled, leaving only a silent urge that would no longer be denied.
She pushed him away from her and he stumbled back into the chair sitting behind him. He sat there stunned and aghast in confusion. She only smirked at his dumbfoundedness and it wasn't until she turned around and reached back to unfasten the clasps of her uniform that he realized he had not been rebuffed. When the last clasp released she let the black dress fall to the floor and stood naked before him, her brown skin glistening with a light sweat. His eyes traced down her spine to the round glory of her ass and he felt his heart race as his eyes continued down her shapely, tapering legs. She turned slowly with her left arm folded over her breasts, pressing them together and accentuating her cleavage. He spied a birthmark beneath her right breast and delighted in the giddy thrill of discovery. He lifted his gaze and found himself locked in her brown eyes. Her glowing cheeks were framed by raven locks and carried by a smile that arced across lush, moistened lips, making eminently clear her intentions.
His rigid manhood strained against his trousers, all the harder as she stepped toward him. It was a distance of but a few feet but she crossed it in what seemed like slow motion. When she reached him she bent down and immediately set about releasing his swollen member from the stifling prison of his clothing. He adjusted himself in his seat, allowing her to free his pants from under his backside, all the while staring in admiration at the swinging globes of her breasts. With one quick motion she swept off his trousers, laying him bare from the waist down. His prick stood stiffly upright and she drank in the visual, a glint of greedy lust in her eye. A drop of precum was pooling around his foreskin. She bent down and touched her tongue to it, allowing herself a hint of the bittersweet taste of him. She pulled back, trailing a viscous string from her tongue, a transparent leash drawing her mouth back toward his tumescent flesh. She twirled her tongue around his glans and then slid it slowly down one side of his shaft and up the other.
He moaned, "Oh Dahlia."
There was a note of pleading in his voice and he felt sure that she was fully aware of the delicious torment she was subjecting him to. His pleas continued, "Dahlia, Dahlia," growing softer and yet more urgent. Every time he spoke her name became more like a mantra, fuelling her need for him. She seized his cock and plunged it deep into her mouth. He gasped as it reached the back of her throat and remained there for a tantalizing moment before her lips caressed their way back up the length of him and she entered a slow, steady rhythm. He ran his fingers through her hair and over her skin, watching the rise and fall of her head in his lap. She sucked vigourously but gently, bringing him to a state of rapturous pleasure and yet no closer to climax. Her hand had busied itself between her legs but now, having savoured the taste of his desire, she needed more than merely her fingers. Her satisfaction could only come with him inside her.
She rose and turned away from him, standing between his legs. His hands reached out to her, following the curve of her hips up to her waist. Looking over her shoulder she saw his eyes widen as she bent forward. She let her ass hover over his lap, delaying her own gratification to inflict one last tease upon him. When he could stand it no longer and began to push down on her hips she offered no resistance. Keeping her thighs together she bent her knees and slowly lowered herself toward his waiting cock. When she felt his hot crown against her moist pussy lips she stopped. This is what she longed for, what she had patiently waited and hoped for, what she had imagined since they first met, seemingly an eternity ago. A deluge of thoughts and emotions flooded her mind in an instant and then just as suddenly dispersed as he thrust up into her.
