Under His Roof - Love Under Lockdown

“I think you were holding back last night,” she says abruptly. I’m putting soap on my washcloth, but I pause to glance at her. I cant keep secrets from her now, so I laugh guiltily and tell her she’s right.

“Yes, I was, since it was your first time.” She stares at me hard for a few seconds, then shocks me.

“No more holding back. I want everything you’ve got.”

I nearly drop my soap and washcloth. I wasn’t expecting that from her so soon. I can’t believe how lucky I am that I found someone who is so innocent yet hungry. I forget about washing up.

I grab her and pull her to me, lifting her and spreading her legs. I know that we are both ready for each other. Her ass presses against the tiled wall of the shower as I slide inside of her. She moans at my touch.

The warm water from the shower and the steam filling the bathroom only make this hotter, the moisture clinging to our skin and putting our senses into overdrive. She pushes her head back against the wall as I take her hard against the tiles.

She’s practically screaming, crying out for me. Her breasts look amazing, shining and glittering with water drops as they bounce, all soapy and wet. I grunt with each hard thrust that I give her, and she gasps back.

All too soon, she cums so hard that she goes limp. I have to catch her and hold her up. I carry her out of the shower and dry her off. She looks weak but satisfied. I dress her in one of my robes, and we wait for her to recover before we go down for breakfast. I sit at the counter and watch as she cooks for us. I find myself getting turned on again as I realize that she is wearing nothing more than panties and a bathrobe. I get up and walk across the kitchen to her. She jumps in surprise as I grab her by the shoulders and gently turn her around to face me.

“What are you doing?” she asks with a smile. I can’t help myself, so I start playing with her and teasing her body until she is as turned on as I am.

“Please, don’t stop,” she begs softly.

I’m all too happy to oblige. I loved the way her voice sounded when she said that. I pull apart her robe and push her panties aside. I crouch between her thighs and go down on her against the kitchen cabinets.

She bites her lip and throws her head back in delight. She moans softly and grinds on my face.

I nibble on her hard little clit and shove my tongue into every crevice in her pussy. Then once I bring it back out, I circle it around her clit again, teasing her.

“Yes, Boss, Sir!” she cries out. “Mr. Barnes. Matt. I love this. It feels so good. Oh, my God.”

She cums quickly, and I leave her breathless.

I slowly stand to look at her.

She looks back at me, wordlessly, before sinking to her knees in front of me. It’s my turn to be shocked. I watch silently as she opens the front of my pants. My erection springs forth. She gently grabs it and slides it into her mouth.

I’m in awe as she deep-throats me right there. She pumps me faster and faster until I explode into her mouth. Her eyes are still on me, and I watch as she surprises me by swallowing.

“You’re such a bad little girl,” I tell her, smiling. “But I love it. Keep eating your boss’s cock like that. Let me shove it all the way down your throat.”

And I do, pushing myself further down her mouth, filling her with my cock.

I must be the first guy she’s ever eaten like that. I groan as I empty my seed into her mouth.

She swallows it as I say, “That’s right. Clean up the mess you made your boss make.”

She does so, groaning, “yes, boss,” into my cock, and then licks her lips afterwards and I love every second of it – I love every little thing that she does and I never want to let her go.

Later in the day, we’rre sitting on the couch. I’m going over a file and she’s reading some novel she found in my office. She puts the book down suddenly and stares at me.

“Is everything okay?” I ask, not looking up from my work.

She hesitates a second, then says, “I just don’t know how things can go back to normal for us at the office, after the Coronavirus and the quarantine ends, and that worries me. Will people at work talk? Will I be fired?”

I hate that she’s having such doubts about me and about this relationship we both willingly walked into. I know it’s unorthodox, but it’s amazing, and I don’t want her to start second-guessing things and to say it has to end.