Page 23 of Lessons in Touch

I pour hot water into the mugs and over the tea satchels. The fragrance of black tea, creamy and smooth, fills my nostrils with a scent of caramel and vanilla.

“Does that make you jealous, Rose?” I ask as I hand her a cup of tea and invite her to sit down.

“It makes me… Well, that’s a secret!” She toys with her words, teasing me.

We settle by the fire, wrapped in thick blankets, with mugs of steaming tea in our hands.

“Alright,” I laugh. “If you won’t tell me that, then tell me about you. You say that all the girls are mad about me, but I’m sure all the boys feel the same way about you. Should I be worried, Rose?”

There is so much tension between us, tension that’s been building since our first meeting. She understands what I mean with my question, and hesitates for a moment.

But then, instead of answering, she sets her mug down and rises to her knees. I watch as she undoes the buttons of her sweater and casually takes it off. She throws it on the floor next to us, like it’s nothing. Her silk bra is almost nonexistent, just a scrape of lace that barely covers her nipples. The small triangles are sewn together with a gold thread that loops around her shoulders and her back. Her breasts, full and generous, spill out freely, only the hard nipples still contained by the lace.

My cock wakes up at the sight.

“Shall I continue, Professor?” she asks me. “You’re the one in the lead.”

Her comment makes me feel like a god.

“Yes. Take off your jeans.”

She obeys and stands, removing her jeans swiftly. Her underwear matches the bra. Nothing but a tiny scrap of lace that sits just on top of her clit, leaving everything else exposed. I can feel my head growing heavier as I notice that the lace of herunderwear is held together by a string of white pearls. They dip into her pussy, lost between the wet lips.

She shifts from leg to leg, and forces the string of pearls to rub her pussy. Breathless, I realize that she’s pleasuring herself right in front of me.

“Turn around.”

She obeys again, and I can see a string of pearls in between her ass cheeks as well, a little perfect accessorie.

“Come here. Lie down.”

I can’t hold back. I lean in and find her lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. No more waiting, no more games. I’m just a man losing himself in her.

“I want to make you feel good,” I say, and she nods.

As she’s lying down, I reach between her legs and grab the string of pearls with my fingers. I yank it once and it comes undone, lace and all, leaving her pussy exposed to me and my mouth.

“Open your legs wider! Yes, very good…”

I reach in and spread her pussy lips with my tongue. I can see her clit, pink and swollen, practically begging me to suck it. I swallow and try to restrain myself even though all I want to do is take her pussy into my mouth and drink away.

To continue teasing her, I pull away and reach for the mug of tea. She sits there, not knowing what to do, while I sip the tea, looking at her.

“Spread your pussy lips with your fingers.”

“Mmm…”

“Good. Show me your pussy. Show me how much your pussy wants me.”

She dips her fingers into her pussy and moves them in and out a few times, fucking herself. She then pulls them out, covered in her white cream.

I lean in closer and offer her my cup of tea.

“I could use some cream in my tea. Isn’t that how the English drink it?”

She smiles and dips her fingers into my tea, swirling them around, flavoring my tea with her pussy.

I drink it all, my eyes on hers, and I can see how excited she’s becoming. There is more white cream dripping from her pussy now. The sight of me drinking her essence is driving her wild, and I know it.