Maid to Love You

by Ylana MIlls

  "Oh, you!" she exclaimed, gently poking his thigh with her foot after she finally realized what had crossed his mind.

  "Other than that, no," he replied, with a sly smile on his face as he positioned himself between her legs. "I'm afraid I'm running low on fuel, baby."

  "Oh, Devon…"

  "But I can make it," he replied, winking at her.

  "Well, at least have some water, then," she said, giving him a bottle of water as she shifted her hips to accommodate his body. "I don't want you to dehydrate."

  "How very kind of you," he said, drinking half of the bottle before getting rid of it and turning his attention to her body again. "You ready?"

  "Always."

  He pushed himself inside her, all the way to the hilt, sliding in easily after the little work out she had gotten minutes before. His eyes fluttered closed, and it took him all the strength he had not to let himself fall over the edge. After seven days of waiting… he was back inside her, her warmth making him shudder, her muscles tightening around his shaft.

  He pressed the palms of his hands against the back of her thighs and bent them towards her body, allowing him to penetrate her even deeper. A throaty moan escaped his throat when she tilted her hips upwards to meet his thrusts, holding his arm with one hand as the other reached for his butt, trying to bring him even closer.

  Not that it was remotely possible, at this point, for him to be any closer to her as he already was.

  Her eyes were closed, and he couldn't help but stare at her parted lips. When temptation got the best out of him, he lowered his body onto hers and caught her mouth in his, sucking her lips, covering her tongue with his.

  "Fuck…" he moaned, feeling he was, again, too close.

  When he withdrew from her, she opened her eyes, looking at him with a question on her face.

  "Sorry, baby," he whispered, replacing his cock with his fingers as he touched her folds, rubbing her clit with his thumb as two fingers slid in and out of her. "I just need to slow it down for a while."

  He was out of breath, and every fiber of his being cried for release. The waves of pleasure sweeping his body were overwhelming, but he would not let himself come… not yet.

  "You're crazy," she hissed.

  "I know. I just want it to last."

  She shook her head, and would honestly make an official complaint for his abrupt change of pace if only he had missed the spot, which was clearly not the case. His fingers, just like all the other parts of him that he was using to pleasure her, pushed all the right buttons in her body.

  "I want you… inside me…" she whispered, her breath coming in short gasps as she neared another orgasm. "Devon…"

  He rolled her on her stomach and lifted her hips, so that he could enter her from behind. That was it. His final round. He doubted he would be able to hold back his climax a third time, so he'd better go out with a bang.

  Even because, after he did, chances were he would be out of commission for much more than twenty minutes.

  He grabbed a handful of her hair as he thrust into her, one of his hands still rubbing her clit. By now, his whole body was covered in sweat, and his muscles were starting to burn. He had no idea how long they had been going at it, but he knew it had been long enough for Eliza to find her way into another mind-blowing orgasm.

  "Fuck!"

  Her hands clenched into fists as she cursed, her whole body shaking again. He bit her shoulder, feeling his own blood boil as he reached his peak. With a final jerk forward, he felt he had reached the point of no return.

  He couldn't stop it now.

  "Devon?" Eliza panted, feeling he had stop moving, his nails digging into her hips.

  "E-Eliza… I'm… I'm…"

  "Cum in my chest," she whispered, disengaging herself from him and rolling on her back.

  He barely had time to tear away the condom from his cock before it started twitching, each spurt eliciting a grunt from the depths of his chest. He felt like crying, and laughing, and screaming, and in time he ended up doing all three things. He had managed to miss her chest a good half of the times, and now that he had finally managed to open his eyes, he could see she had his semen splattered across her face, her shoulders, and even her hair.

  Still, she had a very content smile on her lips.

  And that was the last thing he saw before he passed out.

  ----

  "Devon… Wake up."

  He knew Eliza was talking to him, but he didn't want to open his eyes.

  "Devon…" she whispered again, but this time, shaking his shoulder. "Wake up, come on."

  "No…"

  "You have to… I brought you some food."

  He scrunched up his face, and finally lifted his head from the pillow to look at her.

  "What time is it?"

  "Almost four."

  "Four?" he complained, and then let his head fall back onto the pillow. "How long have I been asleep?"

  "One hour."

  "One hour?"

  Once again, he groaned, his hand hiding under the pillow by his side as he lay on his stomach.

  "You have to eat something."

  He turned his head to look at her, although he could barely stand to keep his eyes open.

  "Can't it wait?"

  "And take a shower."

  "Can't it wait?"

  "Your head is bleeding."

  "What?"

  That word did the trick. Bleeding? He brought himself to a sitting position, maybe a bit faster than he could afford to without feeling dizzy, and searched his head for any injuries. When his fingers grazed his scalp a few inches above his left ear, he winced.

  "The hell?"

  "You hit your head on the corner of the nightstand when you passed out…" Eliza said, rubbing his thigh as she kneeled next to him on the bed. "I guess I could stop the bleeding, but your hair is a mess…"

  And it was, indeed. His fingertips could barely reach past the layer of hair that seemed to be matted with his own blood.

  "I don't think it is too big of a cut, but still… you scared the bejesus out of me."

  Judging by the spots of blood on his pillow, and on the bed sheets, she had had reason to freak out.

  "Never a dull moment, huh?" he winked, trying to ignore the dull ache on his head and he slid his hand up her thigh.

  "Never…" she whispered, pressing her forehead against his, with a wide grin on her face. "Now eat."

  Without further notice, she shoved a slice of apple past his lips.

  "What did you bring me?" he asked, chewing the apple as his eyes tried to see what was on the tray behind her.

  "Fruit, cheese…" she stretched her arm to grab a dish behind her. "And peanut butter and jelly sandwiches."

  "Strawberry jelly?" he asked, and his eyes seemed to smile as he looked at the plate.

  "Uh-hum," she nodded, after taking a bite of one of them.

  His favorite. He had to bite his tongue not to propose there and then. Under any other circumstances, he would certainly do so, if only to see her gasp and punch him away. But after everything that had already happened that night, he felt he was already too close to scaring her away.

  "Can't believe I'm having a snack in bed at four in the morning…" he muttered, glancing at her with a smile. "I have a job interview tomorrow at ten, did you know that?"

  Her jaw dropped slightly.

  "Shut up!" she whispered. "You mean… tomorrow, tomorrow, or tomorrow… today?"

  "Today," he replied, picking up a sandwich as well. "In exact six hours."

  "Devon… Why didn't you say something?"

  "Maybe I got sidetracked by Viktor showing up…"

  He raised his eyebrows as he ate, staring into her eyes long enough to see she had blushed a little at the reminder.

  "You're not letting go, are you?"

  As she spoke, she reached behind him to grab the bottle of champagne.

  "Never," he answered, trying to keep himself from chuckling when he looked at her a
gain. "Another thing I'll add to the list of your inexcusable behaviors."

  "Oh my, do we have a list already?" she said, taking a swig from the bottle and then wiping her mouth on her arm.

  "We do," he replied, taking the bottle from her hand and gulping down a few inches of the champagne. "In case you don't remember, you've put me through a lot so far..."

  She let her mind go back to their first days together, and everything that had followed… The first time she had told him about Viktor, then the night he had offered his shoulder for her to cry on, just for her to pass out on him… then the challenge, and Viktor again…

  He was right. She had, indeed, tested his patience in far too many occasions.

  "I bought a suit, you know?" he whispered, studying her face after the long minute she stayed silent, lost in her own thoughts.

  "Oh, no way!" she replied, her eyes wide at his words. "You're kidding!"

  "Seriously. A four-piece suit."

  He wiggled his eyebrows. Now, it had been a really long time since he last wore one of those, but after working as a maid for that long, he had at least managed to scrape up the money to get back on the game: he couldn't show up for that interview wearing jeans and a T-shirt, no matter how comfortable he had gotten with that particular attire.

  "Does that mean I'll get to see you wearing it in a few hours?"

  "You will, indeed," he answered, returning her smile with an even wider grin as he kissed her lips. "Question is, what you wanna do 'til then…"

  He let his hand slide up her inner thigh as his mouth moved over to her neck.

  "Are you sure you're ready to go again?" she whispered.

  "Are you really asking me that? After everything you've done?"

  "I don't know what you're talking about."

  He felt her hand go up his thigh as well, and rest a mere inch away from his crotch. That woman. He was probably going to fail miserably at his job interview, since that one hour in which Eliza had let him sleep was likely to be the only sleep he would get that night at all.

  "Really?" he said, his hand going further up her thigh, making her jump lightly at his touch. "Because waking me up in the middle of the night to feed me was a bit obvious, don't you think?"

  She bit her lip as she felt his fingers graze the sensitive skin right below her mons, and shifted her legs so that she was straddling one of his thighs.

  "I woke you up because I was worried."

  "Liar…" he moaned, closing his eyes when she rubbed herself gently against his leg. "You woke me up because you wanted more."

  Her lips were now on his neck, and he felt the usual shivers run up and down his spine when her tongue flicked against his skin, his cock hardening against her thigh.

  "I have to warn you, though…" she whispered in his ear, when his hands undid the belt of her silk robe. "I'm a little sticky… haven't showered yet."

  "Sticky, huh? I wonder why…" he replied, as his hands closed around her breasts, still hidden from his eyes by the robe. "Is that what you were wearing when you blindfolded me?"

  "Like it?"

  "Pretty… very pretty…"

  He then peeled the robe off her shoulders and buried his head between her shoulder and her neck, biting her skin, then soothing it with kisses, feeling her hands wrap around his neck to pull him closer.

  "Shower," she whispered.

  "No."

  "Yes."

  "No…"

  She could feel her wetness on his thigh, and all he wanted was to slip inside her, to feel her tight walls wrapped around him… The shower could wait.

  "Yes."

  He let out a sigh when she disengaged herself from him, put the robe back on and got off the bed, heading to the bathroom.

  There was no point arguing with Eliza Clark.

  He let his body fall onto the mattress, staring at the ceiling and taking all the time he could before he got to his feet. When he did, his muscles reminded him that he was no athlete, and that therefore no marathon, of any kind, any length or level of difficulty, should be taken lightly by him – at the risk of him being rendered useless the next day.

  Or the next round, as it was.

  After drinking another bottle of water, he held one of his wrists behind his back and stretched, wincing at how poorly his whole body seemed to be taking to the idea of walking, let alone engaging in another round of lovemaking. But then, that was the same body – and mind – that had been intent on penetrating Eliza only a minute ago.

  Such a conflict of interests.

  Hopefully, his stamina would not let him down, he thought, with his eyes closed, as he dragged himself to the bathroom. When he glanced down at himself, though, he realized that 'down' was not a fitting word at the moment, on the very contrary. His body was ready – and very ready, at that – for whatever it was Eliza Clark had in mind.

  Which, apparently, had something to do with a bath.

  "I thought you had said 'shower'," he whispered, leaning against the doorframe and watching her as she sat on the edge of the bathtub to drop some kind of oil into the water.

  "We are taking a shower…" she replied, barely bothering to look at him. "Only, not now."

  Saving further explanations for later, she got rid of her robe and entered the bathtub, disappearing under the water only to emerge a second later, wiping her eyes and smiling at him.

  "But I guess that a warm bath will ease tired muscles," she said, biting her lip as she leaned back and rested her head.

  "Who said my muscles are tired?" he asked with a frown, ignoring the cramps on his calves as he walked towards her.

  "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, with another sly smile spread across her face when she leaned against the edge of the tub, crossing her arms as she looked up at him. "I was talking about my muscles."

  "Pff…" he snorted, raising an eyebrow. "I expected more from you, Ms. Clark."

  He lowered his head to catch her lips in his, and let her tongue slide into his mouth for a quick, wet kiss before entering the tub himself and lodging himself behind her.

  "O-OK…" he stuttered, chuckling as soon as he felt his body surrounded by warmth. "Maybe… just maybe… I really needed this."

  Eliza simply snuggled against his chest and smiled as his arm encircled her waist and pulled her closer to him.

  "This is good, isn't it?"

  "It sure is," he whispered, closing his eyes as the scent of rosemary and lavender filled his nostrils. "We should do this more often."

  His voice was sleepy when he replied, and as he did, he saw Eliza cover her mouth to stifle a yawn. If they didn't watch out, they would both fall asleep and drown in that bathtub.

  "So… tell me more about this job you're interviewing for."

  "It's a nonprofit… They are looking for a compliance specialist."

  "Nonprofit?" she asked. "Does that mean you're not getting paid?"

  He chuckled as his lips moved along her shoulder.

  "Well, no, not exactly…" he replied. "I'll be working as a volunteer for the first month… but then, if they decide to keep me, I'll be in the payroll…"

  "Of course they will want to keep you…"

  He felt her fingertips going up his arm, and smiled. He had not even interviewed for the job yet, and there he was, talking about being in the payroll.

  "But first I have to survive the interview…" he said, his hand going down her stomach under the water. "And given the fact someone did not let me sleep tonight…"

  "Oh, stop whining…" she replied, opening her legs slightly when his fingers spread her lips apart, one of his digits rubbing softly against her entrance. His touch, combined with the warm water caressing her skin, made her shudder, and she had to clutch the edge of the bathtub to steady herself when his mouth moved back to her neck, adding to the pleasure sweeping her body.

  "Devon…"

  He felt his fingers encircling her clit as his other hand fondled her breast. Her breath caught in her throat when his cock stirred against he
r back, and not for the first time that night she was consumed with a blinding need to feel him inside her… though now that she thought about it, it would be a shame if he stopped what he was doing… That man and his skilled hands would be the end of her.

  She arched her back, and her arm reached behind her to hold his head as he sucked on her neck. It was true, it was her fault that he was not getting any sleep that night. But then, it was also true that she would probably have a hard time walking when he was done with her, so at the end of the day, they were even.

  "Get up," he whispered, and his voice was so filled with lust that it made her muscles clench with anticipation.

  When she stood up, she turned around to look at his face, and saw him licking his lips as he stared at her.

  "Come here."

  "Here where?" she asked, but before she got an answer, he grabbed her leg and lifted it slightly, so that one of her feet rested on the edge of the bathtub while the other remained lodged between his legs.

  "Here," he replied, sitting straight and looking up at her as he held her hips and lowered her body onto his mouth.

  "Oh, fuck…" she moaned, as soon as he felt his breath on her inner thighs.

  Her legs shook lightly when his tongue covered her outer lips, coating them with his saliva. She tasted of lavender with a hint of rosemary, and she was hot, moist, and he could see her hands moving around her stomach to spread the drops of water rolling down her body before it reached his mouth.

  His eyes locked with hers as he licked her slowly, with broad, wet strokes, until her lips parted to grant him further access to her sex. Her eyes fluttered closed, and when her head fell back slightly, it was the encouragement he needed to go down on her with even more eagerness, sucking lightly on her folds and then harder, deliberately avoiding her bud as his tongue danced around her inner lips, spreading around her own juices, savoring them, letting them coat his tongue and mix with his saliva.

  "Oh, shit… yeah…"

  Her hands were now clenched in fists as she moaned louder, and after probing her dripping wet entrance with the tip of his tongue, he finally let it slide up to tease her clit, slowly, softly… until she was rocking her hips against his face, as if trying to get more friction.

  "Fuck, Devon…"