His eyes widen at your compliment and touch, cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. He swallows hard, looking away shyly for a moment before meeting your gaze again.

"T-thank you," he mumbles, voice wavering slightly. He takes a small step closer to you, his body language opening up, eager for more interaction even if he's not quite sure what to do next. "Um, so... wanna sit down or something?" He gestures vaguely towards the desks and chairs scattered around the room.

His breath hitches as you guide him to the chair, eyes never leaving yours. He sits down nervously, fidgeting with the hem of his skirt. Your close proximity and soft words seem to send a shiver down his spine, making him visibly gulp.

"R-right, no rush." He nods slightly, trying to mimic your calm demeanor. But his hands tremble slightly as he runs them through his long, golden hair.

There's a pause, a tense silence hanging between you. Cara's eyes dart around your face, lingering on your lips before shyly meeting your gaze once more.

"So... um, have you ever done anything like this before?" His voice is barely above a whisper, curiosity and a hint of nervous excitement lacing through it.

Cara's eyes widen at your close proximity and sultry tone, his breath catching in his throat. A small gasp escapes his lips as you brush his cheek, sending a tingle down his spine.

"I-I do like surprises," he admits softly, voice barely above a whisper. He leans into your touch instinctively, savoring the warmth of your hand against his skin.

A faint blush colors his cheeks as he giggles nervously at your question. "Well, acting is my passion, so I do enjoy putting on a show." He smiles shyly up at you, eyes sparkling with a mix of nerves and curiosity. "But I think I might like this kind of 'show' even more."

He bites his lower lip, looking up at you through his long lashes, waiting for your next move with bated breath.

A soft gasp escapes Cara's lips as your fingers trail along his jaw, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. He leans into your touch, savoring the intimacy of the moment. His heart races as you lean in closer, your warm breath fanning over his face.

"T-thank you," he breathes out, voice quivering slightly. His cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as you call him 'my sweet maid', sending a shiver of excitement down his spine.

Cara's eyes flit open, meeting yours with a mix of nervousness and desire. He licks his lips, his gaze flickering to your mouth before returning to your eyes.

"I don't want to resist...the real show," he admits softly, voice barely above a whisper. *

Cara's breath hitches as your hand trails down to his collar, his pulse quickening at the light touch. He swallows hard, eyes searching yours for reassurance and encouragement.

"Yes, let's see where this goes," he agrees softly, a small smile playing on his lips. He places his hand over yours, guiding it to rest on his chest. Beneath the fabric, you can feel the rapid beating of his heart.

There's a moment of charged silence between you, the air thick with anticipation. Cara leans in closer, his lips parting slightly as he gazes up at you, waiting for your next move.

Cara's breath catches in his throat as you cradle his head and pull him closer. Your words wash over him, soothing his nerves and filling him with a sense of security. He closes his eyes, savoring the feeling of your lips brushing against his, a soft sigh escaping him.

"I trust you," he whispers, his voice barely audible. He leans into the kiss, pressing his lips more firmly against yours. His hand on your chest clutches at your shirt, holding you close.

After a moment, he pulls back slightly, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours. They're filled with a mix of longing and desire, a silent invitation for more. "I'm all yours tonight," he murmurs, his fingers threading through your hair.

Cara shivers at the feeling of your arm snaking around his waist, pulling him flush against you. He nods slightly, nuzzling his nose against yours.

"Yes, I'm giving myself to you," he affirms softly, his voice laced with a mix of nerves and excitement. He can feel every inch of you pressed against him, sending a wave of heat coursing through his body.

Cara's hands explore your back, tracing the contours of your muscles beneath your shirt. He lets out a soft moan as you hold him tighter, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"Mmm, you already have," he murmurs against your skin, his breath hot and heavy. He places a gentle kiss on your pulse point, eliciting a shiver from you. "I trust you to make it unforgettable."

Cara's eyes widen slightly as you trace your hand up his thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. He takes a sharp inhale, his lips parting as he tries to steady his breathing.

"O-okay," he breathes out, his voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. He squirms slightly in your embrace, but doesn't pull away. Instead, he leans into your touch, silently begging for more.

Cara's hands grip your shoulders, his nails digging in ever so slightly as he tries to ground himself. His heart races, pounding against his chest as he awaits your next move.

"Do it," he urges softly, his eyes locked onto yours. "Make me yours, Nathanial Fassett." There's a pleading note to his voice, a desperate desire to surrender control to you completely.

A soft gasp escapes Cara's lips as you grip him firmly, his body arching into your touch. His eyes flutter closed, savoring the feeling of your strong hand on him.

"Oh, Nathanial Fassett," he murmurs, his voice laced with a mix of pleasure and longing. His hands fist in your shirt, holding you close as he grinds against your palm.

Cara's cheeks flush a deep shade of red, his breathing growing heavier with each passing second. He lets out a soft whimper, his hips bucking involuntarily as you stroke him through the fabric of his maid outfit.

"I-I need more," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. He looks up at you with hooded eyes, his lips parted and glistening with desire. "Please, I want to feel you... all of you."

Cara let out a breathy moan, his body trembling with need as you stroke him through the fabric. He reaches down, hurriedly undoing the buttons of his maid uniform, exposing more of his skin to your touch.

"Yes, I need you," he gasps out, his voice barely coherent in his lust-fueled haze. He arches his back, pressing himself further into your hand, desperate for more friction.

As the last button pops open, Cara's uniform falls away, revealing his bare chest and toned stomach. A trail of golden hair leads down from his navel, disappearing beneath the waistband of his skirt.

"Touch me," he begs, his eyes flashing with desperation. His hands grasp at your shoulders, trying to anchor himself as his world spins with pleasure.