“Okay.”
I tighten the last of the nuts. Mila turns away from me, and with another towel, dries her hair. The skin on her shoulders is so creamy and kissable. My gaze drops to her curvaceous figure, and I almost let out a groan. The towel comes up to her thighs. I feel like a perv. I need to get out of her room pronto before I break my own rules. She’s still drying her hair as I stand up. She doesn’t turn around.
“I’m finished,” I tell her. “There won’t be any more creaking noises.”
“Thanks.” She still doesn’t turn around. She continues rubbing her hair vigorously.
Then I say the stupidest thing. “Do you need some help with that?”
There’s a slight pause. “Yes.”
I get to her in record time and take the towel from her. Her blonde streaks darken when they are wet. I’m barely breathing as I gently rub the towel around her scalp. She smells of flowers and cleanliness, and I want to lick every spot on her skin.
“It’s dry,” I tell her five minutes later.
“Thanks,” she says and turns around. Her blue eyes are fixed on me. “I’ll just dry my feet now, and I’m done.”
“I can do that too,” I say.
She nods and gives me a small unsure smile. I drop to the floor and wipe her feet. She parts her legs as I keep rising.
“May I dry the rest of you?” We’re playing a dangerous game, but nothing can stop me now. My cock is rock hard and throbbing painfully.
Mila nods, and I stand and unhook her towel where it’s fastened at the top of her chest. I do it slowly, giving her time to say no. I can barely breathe as I pull the towel open to reveal her tits. I almost creamed myself at the sight of her enlarged nipples.
I need to taste them. A drop of water snakes its way from her neck down her cleavage. I lean forward and lick it off, my tongue lingering in her cleavage.
“Please,” Mila gasps.
My resistance breaks. I drag my tongue over her nipples. She tastes so good. I circle her tits and take each nipple into my mouth, teasing and tasting before moving to the other one. I need more. While still cupping her tits, I go on my knees and plant soft kisses on her navel.
Scents of arousal surround her, and I bury my head in her pussy to inhale it. She parts her legs. I don’t need another invitation. I look up at her pussy. Pink, tender, and gushing juices. I press my hands against her inner thighs, forcing her legs to part further.
A warning goes off in my head. She’s my employee. I’m crossing a line. I push it away to the back of my mind. I don’t care. All I can think of is how soft and sweet Mila is.
I glide my tongue over her pussy, and she sucks in a breath. I flick my tongue back and forth on her clit. It swells with every lap of my tongue. Mila’s hands grab my head as if to keep me imprisoned between her legs. That is one prison that I’d happily stay in.
I munch her pussy like I haven’t eaten in days. Sweet moans of pleasure fill the room, and I want to hear more of them. She fists a handful of my hair.
“Your pussy tastes so good,” I tell her.
Her legs tremble, and I can feel her buckling. I give her pussy one last long lick and get to my feet. I pick her up easily; I intend to carry her to the bed. Then she wraps her legs around me and kisses me. I moan into her mouth. I need to get my clothes off.
But I can’t stop kissing her.
“I want to see you,” she says as I kiss her neck.
“You want to see my cock?” I growl. I need her to say the words.
She exhales. “Yes. I want to see your cock.”
I kiss her, nibbling on her lower lip before I’m finally able to lay her on the bed. Our eyes lock on each other as I remove my clothes as fast as I can. The T-shirt is the first to go, then my belt, and then my boots and socks. Mila breaks the stare and lowers her gaze to the tent in front of my pants.
I pull down my boxer briefs and stand there butt naked for her to have her fill.
“Come,” she whispers and sits up. “It’s my turn now.”
I want to protest, but she stops me by kissing me on my mouth and gently guiding me to the bed. I lay on my back as Mila licks and trails kisses as she goes down my body. I close my eyes as a tentative hand touches the tip of my cock.