Footsteps outside the door!

Riva dropped into her chair the instant footsteps echoed in the corridor. The impudent Philip moved with her, sliding beneath the folds of her gown and settling between her spread thighs. She smoothed the silk over his head just as her friend Melissa appeared in the doorway, shawl draped over one arm.

"There it is," Melissa said brightly, stepping inside. "I knew I left it here."

Riva forced a polite smile, hands gripping the edge of the table as Philip's movement settled close against her inner thighs and his warm breath electrified her skin. Under the fabric of her dress skirts, she felt...fingers? That brazen boy! She felt her smallclothes pulled aside, and two fingers dragged through her slick folds, spreading the wetness there. Riva's breath caught. She almost tried to cross her legs, imagining the motion would still his hand, but Philip simply adjusted and pressed two fingers inside her without warning.

Melissa chatted on about the latest gossip from the kitchens, oblivious. Under her dress the manservant's fingers curled, stroking the spot that made Riva's thighs tremble. And suddenly, with a rush of his hot breath, his tongue followed, licking broad and slow over her clit while his fingers pumped in a steady rhythm. Riva bit the inside of her cheek, trying to focus on Melissa's words.

"You look flushed, dear," Melissa observed. "Is the wine too strong?"

"A little," Riva managed, voice tight. Philip added a third finger, stretching her, and sucked her clit between his lips. Her hips jerked once before she could stop them. Wet sounds reached her ears, soft and obscene under the table. She pressed her knees together around Philip's head, but he only pushed deeper, tongue flicking faster.

The accursed Melissa lingered, adjusting her damned shawl and recounting the already popular scandal involving one of the foreign envoys. Philip's free hand gripped Riva's thigh, holding her open while he fucked her with his fingers and mouth. Riva felt the pressure building fast, her cunt clenching around the intrusion. She reached for her wine cup, needing something to occupy her hands, but her fingers shook too much to lift it.

Finally Melissa turned toward the door. "I'll see you at supper, then."

The moment the footsteps faded, Riva grabbed the edge of the table with both hands. Philip sealed his mouth over her and sucked hard while his fingers drove in deep. Riva bit down on the sleeve of her gown, muffling the cry that tore from her throat. Her orgasm crashed through her, cunt pulsing and flooding Philip's tongue with fresh wetness. Her thighs shook around his head as wave after wave rolled over her, leaving her panting and slick against the chair.

Philip stayed where he was, licking her through the aftershocks until she loosened her grip on the fabric and let her sleeve fall from her teeth.