The Butler

Chapter 33

Richard kissed me hard—a kiss that was both demanding and tender, a contradiction that ignited every nerve in my body. I never knew a kiss could be so intoxicating, so thoroughly consuming, until now. His hands explored my body, sliding under my shirt. His touch warm and confident. When he pulled my tee over my head, I shivered, not from the cold but from the heat of his gaze as it roamed over me.

I followed his lead, pulling off his shirt to expose the sculpted lines of his chest and abdomen. My breath hitched as I touched him—he was all lean muscle and raw strength, a body honed to perfection and unapologetically masculine. My tongue slipped out, wetting my lips without thinking, and I caught the faint smirk that curved his mouth. He knew exactly the effect he was having on me.

Richard gently pushed me back onto the bed, his weight pressing me down. He claimed my lips again, then ventured down my neck, each kiss leaving a trail of fire across my skin. When his mouth found my chest, his tongue teased my nipple, and I let out a sound I couldn't suppress. It was a low moan, raw and undeniably needy.

"You're so responsive," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "I've wanted this for so long, Carl. Always wanted you."

His words caught me off guard, but they pleased me more than I expected. My hands roamed over his broad shoulders, down his back, marveling at the hard lines of muscle beneath my fingertips. It was so different from the soft curves of the girls I had been with, but instead of revulsion, it made me crave for more. I felt this deep, aching desire building inside me. His hands slid lower, gripping my hips as he leaned in, his breath hot against my ear.

"Once we do this, you'll never escape me," he growled, his teeth grazing my earlobe. It wasn't a threat—it was a promise.

I nodded, spellbound, as if his words alone had tied me to him. Everything was overwhelming and intense.

His hand slid under the waistband of my sweatpants, wrapping around me with a confidence that left me breathless. A smirk played on his lips as he felt me harden almost instantly in his grasp. I threw an arm over my face in a futile attempt to hide the embarrassment flaming in my cheeks.

"Look at you," he said, his tone full of amusement and desire. "You're so turned on, Carl. Don't hide from me."

He pulled my arm away, pinning it gently to the bed. His eyes locked on mine, "I want to see your face. I want to see how much you want me."

His lips found mine again before trailing down my body. When he reached lower, his fingers curled into the waistband of my sweatpants, pulling them down in one fluid motion I felt my face flush as my arousal was fully exposed before him.

"You're perfect, Carl. Do you know that?" he rasps. "I'm going to make you feel so good."

Before I could respond, his mouth was on me, hot and wet, taking me in completely. A strangled moan escaped my lips as he worked his tongue around me, the sensations so intense I thought I might come undone right then and there. My hands found their way to his hair, my fingers tangling in the dark strands as I gave myself over to the pleasure.

"Richard," I gasped, my voice trembling as I felt the heat coil tighter in my core. "Richard, stop... I'm..."

He didn't stop. Instead, he doubled down, his hands gripping my thighs as he held me in place. The world tilted as I came undone, my release pulling me into a haze of oblivion. I trembled beneath him, barely able to catch my breath as I came down from the high.

I barely had time to recover before I felt his fingers, slick with lube, pressing against me. The sensation was foreign but not unwelcome. He worked me open slowly, one finger at first, then two, taking his time to ensure I was ready. My body reacted instinctively, a mix of discomfort and pleasure that had me gripping the sheets.

"You're doing so well," he murmured, his lips brushing against my temple. "Just relax. Let me take care of you."

When he finally withdrew his fingers, I couldn't stop the whimper that escaped me. The emptiness was maddening, but it didn't last long. He stood, removing the last barrier between us as he slid his pants down. My eyes widened at the sight of him—thick, hard, and utterly intimidating.

"No way!" I breathed, my voice shaky. "Don't tell me that's going in me."

He chuckled, the sound low and rich. "It'll fit. I'll make it fit."

He slicked himself with lube before positioning himself between my legs. His eyes met mine, searching for any sign of hesitation. "Tell me if it's too much," he said softly. "I'll stop."

I nodded, unable to find my voice. The moment he pushed in, I felt a stretch that was both uncomfortable and electrifying. He moved slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside me. The fullness was overwhelming, and I fought to adjust to the sensation.

"You're so tight," he groaned, his voice strained. "So perfect."

He paused, giving me time to breathe, to acclimate. When I finally nodded, he began to move, each thrust sending shockwaves through my body. The initial discomfort gave way to a pleasure so intense it left me gasping. He leaned down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss as he set a steady rhythm.

"You feel incredible," he murmured against my lips. "I've never wanted anyone like this."

My nails dug into his shoulders as he pushed me higher and higher, every movement uncovering something primal within me. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mingling with our ragged breaths and the occasional moan that slipped past my lips.

He lifted me slightly, changing the angle, and I cried out as he hit something deep inside me that sent sparks shooting through my vision. "There it is," he said with a grin, his pace quickening. "Let go for me, Carl. I want to you come for me."

I didn't think it was possible, but he pushed me over the edge again, my second orgasm ripping through me with such force that I thought I might shatter. The sensation triggered his own climax, and I felt him tense above me before he let out a deep, guttural groan.

We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies tangled, our breaths mingling. When he finally pulled out, he collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms.

"You're mine now," he murmured, his voice soft but possessive. "And I'm never letting you go."

I closed my eyes, exhaustion washing over me as I let myself sink into his warmth. For the first time in a long time, I felt completely and utterly at peace.