Chapter 3: The Kiss

Patrick had just finished rubbing his arms and thighs when his room door flung open. He was naked and had thrown his white towel onto the blue chair. The young lady stepped into his personal suite without warning, carrying a tray of food in her arms, and he wondered if she had not left before.

“My goodness!” Loveth exclaimed. She had not expected to see the young master without clothes. She swallowed and almost lost her grip on the tray. Remembering that his mother had told her he had a weak stomach, she clutched the tray tighter, swallowed again and stared downward.

“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to …”

Patrick stared at Loveth for a second, confused. He had not expected anyone to invade his privacy. His blood boiled and he lost his words as she stood there with the tray he had seen earlier.

Not hearing a response, Loveth wondered whether to set the tray down somewhere in his large room or walk back out with it. Then she heard him ask, “What are you doing in here?”

She raised her head and her black eyes met his rod, which stood erect facing her.

Loveth swallowed and looked down again.

“I came to deliver your dinner, sir. Mother said you had a weak stomach and I felt it important to bring your dinner to you. She looked sad when I told her that you did not respond and left me to go back to your rooms.”

Loveth raised her head and saw Patrick walk back to the blue chair. She realized he liked purple and blue seats.

Patrick picked up his towel, tied it around his waist and stared back at Loveth angrily.

“Bring it over here, drop it on this table and leave,” he ordered.

Loveth walked closer. As she tried to set the tray on the table, her arm brushed against his and she froze, feeling goose bumps all over her.

“I'm sorry, sir,” she whispered. She became afraid, knowing the man had been subtly aroused before she stepped in.

Loveth had never slept with a man before, but her best friend, Nancy Leo, a fair 22-year-old, had told her a lot about men and the advantage of dating richer men.

Loveth came from an average home. They were not poor, but they were not rich too. They lived normal lives. Her mother worked with the local council as a servant, while her father was a taxi driver.

Still, Loveth felt her blood grow hot as the shameless, handsome, dark-looking man leaned closer. Before she could jump away, his hands held her back by grabbing her slim, curvy waist. She was still in her pink uniform and had not yet changed into her nightgown.

“Why do you smell of milk?” Patrick asked as he sniffed her.

Loveth turned her head to meet Patrick's handsome gaze, now so close. She lost her words to reply. They stood so near that she felt something hard caressing her buttocks, making her shudder. He let go of her a little and stared at her pretty yellow face.

“Have we met before?” Patrick asked again, confusing Loveth further. Before she could answer, his full lips brushed hers and then kissed her, giving her the greatest shock of her life. She had never kissed a man before, not even the boyfriend from her village who had asked her out.

Patrick's kiss deepened. His second hand slid down to grip one of Loveth's buttocks and fondled it.

Loveth wanted to push Patrick away as a new surge of feelings rushed through her. She did not know him and had never slept with a man, but her hands became numb and instead encircled his waist. She found herself succumbing to the kisses.

Patrick lifted Loveth up. She held his head for support and kissed him back, responding to his hot kisses. She was weak and she knew it.

Loveth had not thought she would fall so cheaply for her madam’s son. How would her parents react when they found out that she had shamelessly slept with her madam's only son on her second day of work?

Loveth was only 20 years old. The handsome man, as if he knew her weak spot, carried her to his king-size bed covered in a white bedspread and placed her gently on it.

Patrick removed his towel, exposing his full length to her. Loveth grew afraid and immediately sat up.

“I’m sorry, sir. Please let me go!” she begged with her pleading black eyes.

Patrick was too aroused to listen. He knew Loveth was scared because she was his mother’s new maid, but he felt she had known he was naked and had come into his room on purpose to offer herself.

Patrick had already been aroused, before she entered.

“Why are you calling me sir?” he asked, cupping her cheeks with both palms and turning her face toward him. He brushed his fingers across her lips.

“Your lips look so naturally pink. Did you rub something on them?” he asked, surprising her as their eyes met.

“No,” Loveth answered. As she tried to sit up properly, her right hand accidentally touched his rod. He moaned. She gasped in horror and stared at the hard length between his thighs.

“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to touch you there!” Her face filled with horror.

Patrick nodded, took Loveth's right hand and placed it on his rod himself.

“You can touch me there if you want. Isn’t that why you’re here?”

Before Loveth could respond, Patrick leaned forward and kissed her neck, tracing her neckline up to her lips. His lips caught her mouth again and kissed her passionately, feeling his raging nerves calm at the touch of her smooth body.

Patrick slid Loveth's pink gown upward to find her pụssy, wanting to feel every corner of her body—from her cameltoe to her navel, her breasts and every God-given feminine asset she possessed. He wanted to ravish it all.

Loveth melted at Patrick's touch. Whatever magic his hands worked, her body obeyed as if it had a mind of its own. She forgot she had brought his dinner and that he was supposed to eat it. Instead she had ended up in bed with him.

Patrick slid his right finger into Loveth's panties and touched her center. She stiffened and jerked, trying to pull away. She parted her lips from his and stared at him, afraid.

“What’s the problem? Haven’t you done it before?” Patrick asked, raising a brow as he stared at Loveth's pretty face and wanting to kiss her again. She shook her head.

Patrick loved the taste of Loveth's lips and did not want her to step away or stop. She kissed him so softly, a taste different from any other woman he had known.

Patrick touched Loveth's thigh, but she pushed his hand away and stared at his face, afraid.

Instead, Patrick played with his rod, giving himself a hand massage, feeling he wanted to ejaculate and had no warm place to release his seed.

Seeing Patrick stroke himself in front of her, Loveth felt her pụssy grow wet. She groaned and felt drawn to staring at his size. It was big, far bigger than the little street boys she had seen.

A soft gasp escaped her lips. Patrick removed the hand he had used to stroke himself and touched Loveth's lips.

“Can you suck it for me? It will make me feel better.”

“What?” Loveth gasped again in horror, staring from Patrick's rod to his face, and shook her head.

“No. How can I do that?” she asked nervously.

Patrick frowned, not wanting to believe Loveth had never slept with a man.

Seeing Patrick grow annoyed and start to stand, Loveth quickly grabbed his left arm.

With the little force she used to stop him while he was drunk, she ended up pulling him on top of her on the bed.

Patrick stared at Loveth's face. The alcohol he had drunk made him weak, and he lost his stamina when she simply pulled him back to wait.

His head rested on her large bosom, and he wanted her pink gown off that instant so he could feel her large breasts.