3: Desiring Her

Patrick had just finished rubbing lotion on his arms and thighs when his bedroom door flung open. He was nàked, having tossed his towel onto a chair. The young woman stepped into his room, carrying a tray of food, and he wondered if she hadn't left earlier.

"Oh my!" Loveth exclaimed. She hadn't expected to see him without clothes.

Loveth almost dropped the tray, but remembering Mrs. Eleanor's words about Patrick's weak stomach, she tightened her grip. She swallowed and looked down. "I'm sorry, Master. I didn't mean to…"

Patrick stared at Loveth for a moment, confused. He hadn't expected anyone to invade his privacy. His blood boiled, and he was momentarily speechless. She stood there, holding the tray he'd seen her with earlier.

Hearing no response, Loveth wondered whether to leave the tray somewhere in the room or take it back with her. Then he spoke. "What are you doing in here?"

She looked up, her eyes meeting his. She swallowed and quickly looked down again. "I came to deliver your dinner. Mother said you have a weak stomach, and she looked sad when I told her you hadn't eaten."

Loveth glanced up and saw Patrick walking toward the purple executive chair. *He likes purple,* she noted.

Patrick picked up his towel and tied it around his waist, glaring at her. "Bring it over here and put it on this table. Then leave," he ordered.

Loveth walked toward him. As she placed the tray on the table beside him, her arm brushed against his, and she froze, goosebumps erupting over her skin.

"Sorry, sir," she whispered, suddenly afraid. She sensed he had been aroused before she entered.

Loveth was a virgin, but her best friend, Nancy Leo, a 22-year-old, had told her a lot about men and the advantages of dating rich ones.

Loveth felt a flush of heat as the handsome man leaned closer. Before she could move away, he grasped her waist. She was still in her maid uniform.

"Why do you smell of milk?" Patrick asked, sniffing Loveth. She turned her head to meet his gaze, so close to her own.

Loveth couldn't answer. Standing so close to Patrick, she felt something rigid touching her behind, making her shudder. He released her slightly and looked at her face.

"Have we met before?" Patrick asked, confusing her further. Before she could answer, his lips brushed against hers, and he kissed her, sending a shock through her. Loveth had never been kissed before.

Patrick's kiss deepened. He slid his other hand down to grip her hip. She wanted to push him away, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensations, but her arms went numb and instead encircled his waist. She found herself succumbing to his kisses.

Patrick lifted Loveth up on his waist, and she held his head for support, kissing him back with as much intensity as he kissed her. Loveth felt weak. She hadn't meant to fall for her employer's son so easily. What would her mother think if she found out Loveth had slept with him on her second day of work?

Loveth was only 20. As if sensing her weakness, Patrick carried her to his king-size bed and gently placed her on the white bedspread.

He removed his towel, exposing himself. Loveth was startled and sat up. "I'm sorry, sir, please let me go!" she begged.

Patrick was aroused and couldn't listen. He assumed she had deliberately come to his room and offered herself to him, knowing he was naked.

"Why are you calling me 'sir'?" he asked, cupping her cheeks and turning her face toward him. He brushed his fingers across her lips. "Your lips are so naturally pink. Did you put something on them?"

"No," she replied. As she tried to sit up, her hand accidentally touched his manhood, and he moaned. Loveth gasped, staring at his erection.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to touch you there!" she said, horrified.

Patrick nodded and took Loveth's hand, placing it back on himself. "Ah!" She exclaimed, fearfully.

"You can touch me there if you want. Isn't that why you're here?" Patrick inquired.

Before Loveth could respond, Patrick leaned forward and kissed her neck, tracing a line up to her lips. He kissed her lips hungrily, his raging nerves calming at her touch.

Patrick slid Loveth's pink maid uniform up, wanting to explore every part of her body. However, Loveth melted at his touch, her body responding to him as if it had a mind of its own.

She forgot about his dinner. He slid a finger into her panties and touched her intimately. She stiffened and jerked, trying to pull away. Loveth broke the kiss and looked at him fearfully.

"What's wrong? Haven't you done this before?" Patrick asked, raising an eyebrow. He wanted to kiss her again, but she shook her head.

Patrick loved the taste of Loveth's lips, so different from other women he'd been with. He touched her thigh, but she pushed his hand away. He began to stroke himself, feeling close to climax.

Watching him, Loveth felt herself becoming wet. She groaned, drawn to his size. It was much larger than she had ever seen.

A soft gasp escaped her lips. Patrick stopped touching himself and touched her pink lips instead. "Can you suck it for me? It will make me feel better."

Loveth gasped again, looking from Patrick's face to his erection, and shook her head. "No… how can I do that?" she asked nervously.

Patrick frowned, disbelieving that Loveth was a virgin. Seeing his annoyance, Loveth grabbed his arm, trying to stop him from getting up from the bed.  

However, because Patrick was drunk, her small effort was enough to pull him off balance, and he fell on top of her.

Patrick looked at Loveth's face, the alcohol weakening him. His head rested on her ample breasts. And he wanted to remove her uniform immediately.