Chapter 29 - I’m Sorry, and Thank You (19+)
“Are you wet?” he asked her. She nodded in assent after her coughing subsided.
He immediately pulled her face toward him for a kiss. As he did so, he laid her down onto the sofa, his hand reaching up her skirt and divesting her of her underwear. He broke the kiss and lifted one of her legs over the back of the sofa. The position bared her to him, revealing the black of her pubic hair and the delicate pink of her heated core.
“You’re going too fast,” Anna said, embarrassed.
He took his thick shaft in hand and rubbed it against her slit, teasing her. She stretched her arms out toward him, and he leaned into them, showering her lips with an endless litany of kisses. As he rubbed himself against her sensitive flesh, warm, hot precome began to gradually leak out of the tip, moistening his manhood along with her dripping juices. He began to enter her, slipping slowly inside of her.
When he had gone halfway in, he started to slowly rock his hips. Anna sought to match his rhythm. Their hot breaths intermingled and they never broke their shared gaze. He would push himself deeper into her with every thrust, filling her up. As soon as he bottomed out, she gasped aloud, her body jerking against him.
He reached behind her and pulled down the zipper of her dress. Then, he pulled it off her, taking her bra along with it in a single movement. Dylan took a moment to enjoy her nude visage before he resumed thrusting his hips. The sofa, which had already been creaking, started to strain even louder as time went on. The area seemed to grow hot enough to drive anyone away from its exorbitant temperatures. The lewd sound of their bodies meeting, flesh slapping against flesh, resounded throughout the room.
Dylan increased his pace. Anna’s breasts swayed to the rhythm of their coupling. He took hold of her soft mounds, spurring his arousal into greater heights. She was shaking beneath him, and instead of holding onto his shoulder, she gripped the sofa, crying out in a combined mixture of pain and ecstasy.
He slammed his entire length into her, reaching as far as he could go, and Anna screamed. Her legs seized and she felt herself fall apart. Dylan, joining her, trembled intensely, collapsing over her. Instead of voicing his climax with a loud moan, he emptied the results of his pleasure into her depths.
Anna’s arm slipped off the sofa. She wanted to lift her hand and stroke his back, but she couldn’t even muster up the strength for it.
“I told you to buy rosemary, yet this is basil!” Hans exclaimed. He was the head chef of the Kilner household’s kitchen and he had been working for the family even longer than Samantha. After having made the unbelievable mistake of sending out an undercooked chicken that one time, he had been on edge for quite a while.
“But Samantha definitely…” Anna began, but Hans was too overcome with rage to listen to her excuse. He turned right around and went back into the kitchen.
“You over there!” he shouted. “Go exchange this with some rosemary and bring it back!”
Samantha definitely told Anna to buy basil. Unfortunately, Anna was incapable of saying anything in her defense, so all she could do was feel dejected as she turned to leave.
Casey found her. “Anna, girl. Master Dylan told you to bring him some chamomile tea.”
“Yep. He said that it must be you. Did you make some kind of mistake again?” Casey asked. She looked at Anna with a gaze that conveyed precisely how convinced she was that Anna must’ve messed up again. She clicked her tongue in pity.
With some chamomile tea prepared on a tray, Anna went up to Dylan’s room and knocked on the door. “I’ve brought the tea you ordered,” she announced.
Inside Dylan’s room was another servant working hard to change the window’s curtains under Samantha’s orders. Samantha approached Anna as soon as the latter entered the room.
“Have you finished all your duties before coming here?” she asked.
“Yes. Well, I did, but…”
“What is it?”
“…Nothing,” Anna shook her head. “It’s nothing at all.”
Samantha regarded her curiously, but Anna decided not to mention it. Samantha definitely couldn’t have given her the wrong orders on purpose. She was human, after all, and sometimes people just get rosemary and basil confused.
Anna came up to Dylan, glancing at him as he read a book. “Shall I pour the tea?” she asked him. Instead of replying verbally, he slowly nodded just once, remaining focused on his book. She felt a pang of disappointment at his inattentiveness.
She was pouring tea into his cup when the title of the book he was reading strangely caught her attention.