Chapter 216: Chapter 216
Behind the wall at the edge of the room, Clara, the young maid, stood hidden, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement, fear, and curiosity. Her face flushed pink, her hands clutching her apron as she eavesdropped, catching every word, her breath shallow as she tried to stay unnoticed.
"Haha, oh come on, Ezra," Elizabeth said, her voice light and teasing as she twirled her fork in her pasta, her lips curving into a bright smile. "You're nothing but buttering me up now."
I laughed, shaking my head as I took another bite, savoring the rich sauce. "No, no, I mean it for real," I said.
Elizabeth's smile softened, her gaze lingering on me as she set her fork down.
With a subtle movement, she slipped off one high-heeled shoe under the table, her bare foot—smooth and pale, her nails painted a glossy red—brushing against my thigh. I glanced down, catching the sight of her delicate toes resting on my pants, and a soft smile spread across my face, warmth spreading through me at her touch.
"Do you mind?" she asked, her voice low and teasing as she propped her elbow on the table, resting her cheek in her hand, her eyes glinting with mischief.
"Not at all, Elizabeth," I said, sitting up a bit and gently adjusting her leg to rest more comfortably across my thighs, my hand brushing her soft skin for a moment. "Pretty nice view from here."
She laughed, a bright, melodic sound that filled the room. "Ehehe, good man you are," she said, her smile wide and genuine as she picked up her fork again, digging back into her pasta with a playful ease.
Clara, still hidden behind the wall, bit her lip, her face burning as she watched the intimate exchange, her heart racing. The way Elizabeth's foot rested so casually on Ezra's thigh, the easy banter—it was all so thrilling, yet terrifying, knowing she could get caught any second. She pressed herself closer to the wall.
"So, what else should we do today?" I asked, leaning back in my chair, a casual smile on my face as I took a sip of wine, the rich flavor warming my throat.
Elizabeth sighed, setting her glass down with a soft clink, her expression turning thoughtful.
"I don't know… we can't go outside the mansion," she said, her voice tinged with frustration. "Too risky with people around, and the media's nothing but a headache. They'd have a field day if they spotted us."
I nodded, my fingers brushing absently over her foot still resting on my thigh.
"True. You're the first lady of the country, after all," I said, my tone light but acknowledging the weight of her role. "Comes with a spotlight, whether you like it or not."
"Yeah," she said, her voice softening, a hint of resignation in her affirming tone. "Being a first lady comes with responsibilities, right? Gotta keep up appearances, smile for the cameras, all that." She rolled her eyes, but there was a flicker of something else in her expression—boredom, maybe, or a longing for something freer.
"Truly," I said, nodding gently, my eyes holding hers. "Sounds like a lot to carry." Check latest chapters at 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝕟𝕖𝕥
She tilted her head, her lips curving into a sultry smile as her foot slid higher, brushing over my pants, resting deliberately against my dick.
"So, maybe…" she said, her voice dropping to a low, suggestive purr, "we should just focus on enjoying ourselves here… in the house." Her toes pressed lightly, teasingly, sending a jolt of heat through me as she leaned forward, her gown slipping slightly to reveal more of her cleavage.
Clara's eyes widened from her hiding spot, her face flushing an even deeper red as she caught the shift in Elizabeth's tone, the bold move of her foot.
"Oh my god…" she whispered to herself, her breath hitching as she pressed a hand to her mouth, torn between fleeing and staying glued to the scene. "She's so… fearless," she thought, her heart pounding with a mix of awe and nervous excitement.
I looked down, gulping as a smile spread across my face, feeling Elizabeth's bare feet move with deliberate slowness. She slid both legs forward, trapping my dick between them through my pants, her polished toes rubbing gently but firmly, sending a jolt of heat through me.
My cock hardened instantly, straining against the fabric, but her movements didn't stop, her touch teasing and relentless.
"Oh, I see…" I said, my voice low and smiling, my eyes locking with hers as I leaned back slightly, savoring the sensation.
Elizabeth's lips curved into a sultry smirk, her eyes glinting with mischief as she shifted in her chair.
I lifted my leg in response, sliding it between her thighs under the table, my toes brushing against her panties, feeling the warmth of her pussy beneath the thin fabric. She let out a soft gasp, her hips moving forward, pressing into my touch as she absorbed the tickling sensation, her feet still rubbing against my hardened cock.
"Yeah, you see…" she said, her voice dropping to a soft, moaning purr, her gaze never leaving mine. "We've got a lot of things to do right here in the mansion." Her toes curled slightly, intensifying the pressure on my dick, her movements slow and deliberate, each one sending a fresh wave of heat through me.
Behind the wall, Clara gulped audibly, her eyes wide as she peeked around the corner, catching sight of our legs under the table—Elizabeth's feet teasing my cock, my toes pressed against her panties.
"Ahem…" she whispered to herself, her voice stuttering with shock. "They're really… doing this at the dining table…" Her legs pressed together tightly, her thighs rubbing as a flush of excitement coursed through her, her heart racing at the boldness of it all
Elizabeth's eyes flickered briefly toward the wall, catching Clara's presence, but she chose to ignore it, a sly smirk tugging at her lips as she leaned forward, clearly enjoying the thrill of being watched. Her foot pressed harder against me, her movements more deliberate now, her cheeks flushed with a mix of arousal and amusement.
"You wanna feel it more?" she asked, biting her lip, her voice sultry and teasing as she tilted her head, her dark hair falling over one eye.
"Yeah, I do, baby," I said, my voice low and rough, my toes pressing firmer against her panties, feeling the wetness seeping through as I moved in slow, teasing circles.
As if a silent understanding passed between us, Elizabeth's eyes locked with mine, a sultry spark igniting in her gaze.
With a slow, deliberate move, she reached under the table, her fingers hooking the hem of her lacy panties. She slid them down her smooth thighs, letting them drop to the floor, exposing her glistening pussy beneath the table. She picked up the eet fabric and tossed it toward me, the panties landing in front of my plate.
I grinned, my heart racing as I unbuckled my belt, the metal clinking softly as I tugged my pants and underwear down, freeing my hardened cock under the table. I kicked my underwear toward her, the fabric sliding across the polished wood.
"That's how it should be," Elizabeth said, her voice low and teasing as she picked up my underwear, bringing it to her nose and inhaling deeply, her eyes fluttering with a mix of arousal and mischief. The musky scent of me seemed to fuel her, her lips curving into a wicked smile.
"Yeah, baby…" I murmured, grabbing her panties and pressing them to my face, breathing in her warm, intimate scent as my foot slid higher between her legs, my toes rubbing against her bare pussy. Her hips bucked slightly, her pussy leaking under my touch, her juices coating my skin as I teased her with slow, deliberate movements.
Elizabeth's foot moved with purpose, her toes wrapping around my hardened cock, stroking it gently through the air, her other foot grazing my balls, sending shivers through me.
"You're so hard," she whispered, her voice sultry as she leaned forward, her gown slipping to reveal more of her cleavage. My toes pressed into her pussy, feeling her wetness as I rubbed in slow circles, both of us still sniffing each other's underwear, the act raw and intimate.
"You like that?" I asked, my voice rough as I pressed my foot harder, feeling her clit under my toes, her juices spilling over my skin. The food sat forgotten, the wine glasses untouched as the air crackled with our heat.
"Oh, I do," she purred, her foot stroking my cock faster, her toes teasing my balls with a featherlight touch. "Keep going, Ezra… make me feel it." Her eyes locked on mine, her smirk widening as she inhaled my underwear again, her hips rocking against my foot.
Behind the wall, Clara gulped, her eyes wide as she peeked at our brazen display under the table—Elizabeth's bare pussy, my exposed cock, our feet moving with reckless abandon, the underwear clutched in our hands.
"This is so lewd…" she whispered to herself, her voice trembling with fascination. Her thighs pressed together, her body tingling with excitement as she watched, unable to look away.