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Something a wrote a while ago...
A combination of two of my favorite things!
I entered the room, a black cast-iron tea pot portraying a series of sea waves hung from the handle in my fingers. It glided through the air to a trivet decorated with a flame pattern on my coffee table. I set down the two cups I had been balancing in my other hand; one depicting a rooster, a plum blossom on the other.
“It’ll take a few minutes to steep” I told my date, the smartly dressed woman sitting on the couch holding her knees in her long-nailed hands. She had been scanning a painting on the wall to her left, but now had averted her attention to the teapot on the table before her. I sat closely next to her, getting wafts of her near-subtle perfume.
“I like the way the steam comes from the spout” she said somewhat abstractly. I smiled, putting an arm around her. She leaned against me, the side of her face close to the front of mine. I examined the curve of her cheek, the smoothness of her neck, the tone of her skin.
“I think the tea may be ready” I interrupted the quiet, and she sat up straight again. I sampled the drink, and found the taste acceptable. As I poured the light-brownish liquid into the cups, she asked me
“What’s this tea?”
“It’s an oolong” I told her. “It’s called Tie Guan Yin” I said, mustering my best Chinese accent.
“And what does that mean?” she asked smugly, as if she didn’t expect me to know.
“Iron Goddess of Mercy” I said, with a smirk.
We sat for a few moments, taking small sips of the hot tea.
“I like this” she finally said. “It tastes strange…” Her eyes narrowed, and it looked as if she had something more to say. The words died in her mouth and slip back down her throat with another sip. Several more moments, and I emptied the pot and filled again the cups.
“Oh, hot” she said, placing her fingers against the cup. She left it on the table to cool. I placed an arm around her again, and she rested her shoulder against my chest. Extremely slowly, our bodies shifted until her back was to the couch cushions, and I was inches above her.
Her head was tilted slightly to the side, but her eyes were stuck against mine. Her elegant brows were raised, her eyes squinted very slightly, her lips were parted just enough that I could see some pale teeth against the textured redness of her mouth.
A hand glided to my back, and in all gentleness, her fingers caressed against my black dress shirt. The nails against my shoulder blade felt unreal. They pulled me towards her in a forceless way.
Before I could embrace her drawing lips, her cup rested against them, as she sipped the cooled tea. She placed the cup back on the table, and licked a spare drop off of her upper brim. My face bowed down to hers, and I caught her warm breath in my mouth.
For a smooth ten minutes, I tasted the oolong on her tongue, which controlled my tongue towards her cheek. Her molars gripped my tongue, a sensational sting that ended with a clasp by her canine. She followed the bite with a sweet sucking, contrasting the first feeling.
Her thin fingers slid up my spine, following up my neck to the top of my head. Using again the strange power in her hands, my mouth lowered to her neck. Minutes of licking, sucking and biting as we each spared a hand to lift her shirt above her breasts. My fingers wrapped around the amazing firmness of her breast. I ran my fingers along her bra strap to her back, placing my index finger between her skin and the elastic. With practiced digits, I unhooked her bra in a matter of seconds using my thumb and two fingers.
Gentle guiding fingertips brought me from her neck to her nipple. Before I had a chance to do more than roll my tongue around her nipple, her dominating nails demanded I travel further down. I left a trail with my tongue and lips down her tight stomach, towards her moist, smooth area.
I kissed her thigh, inching slowly inward, but teasingly passing my lips against her hole, kissing a path up her inner leg. I slid the tip of my tongue back down, to her center. I opened my jaw extended my tongue down, covering her vagina entirely and let her flavor slowly cover my tongue. My fingers spread her labia, and I headed for her clitoral area.
I found her clit in a matter of second, recognizing it by her reaction more than the texture. Once I had located it, I started to stray around the area, returning every few seconds to give it a gentle lick, and left it again. I could feel her muscles tighten and relax, and I heard the changes in her breathing.
I changed my technique to a slow, but constant licking motion. Her thighs started to close around my head as her spine moved slightly left and right. One of her ruling hands came and started tugging gently at my hair. As I continued, she let out soft moans and said occasionally “Oh…”
I started drawing circles around her nub, applying more pressure. I had one shaking hand squeezing her ass, and another on the bottom of one of her trembling thighs. I deep kissed her clitoris, my moustache tickling her inner-lips. I alternated kissing and licking, feeling her cum drip down my chin.
I returned to constant licking with my inner tongue, lapping noticeably faster than before. Feeling her squirm more intensely above and around me, I clutched her hips. Both her hands were tugging and running through my hair now, as she moaned and muttered for me to keep going. We continued for a while, as I tasted her subtly-sweet tea.
When she had enough, she pulled me up by the shoulders with her fingertips. My jaw was glad to have a rest, after staying open so long. She guided me above her, and she rubbed my clothed erection, as her other hand ran up my shirt. I reached down and unbuttoned my hands, and immediately after her fingers took my penis from my boxers. With what judgment I had left in my mind, I opened my mouth to suggest…
“Birth control” she said in a breathless voice, as if she had heard the words before I asked them. That was enough for me, and I placed my penis where my tongue was only moments ago. My head was next to hers, my breath rolled against her neck as I pressed more deeply into her vagina.
We stopped momentarily so she could unbutton my shirt, her nails gliding around my back. As we resumed, I felt her nails dig into my back, ripping streaks of skin. Moans, sighs, grunts and sounds of young bodies filled the air.
Later, when we had finished, we were laying together on the couch, fiddling with each other’s hands. We were coated in sweat from both our pores, and had opened the window to let fresh air in the room. Sounds of the night crept in through the window screen.
We sat in the ambiance provided by the rising and falling waves of wind, and the consistent chirping of crickets that couldn’t be more than a few feet away. She turned her face to mine, the tip of her nose almost touching mine, I could smell vague hints of the tea still on her breath.
“You should make that tea for me again sometime” she said in delicate way. I smiled, and took a moment to respond.
“As you wish, my Iron Goddess.”
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