Hot Tea by aphrodite196
Rose opened her eyes groggily, her pupils squinting at the morning light that showered her bedroom. She reached over for her phone and checked the time: 12:20.Fuck, the perfectly comfortable woman thought to herself. The sheets whispered softly as Rose peeled herself from the bed and sat on its edge. The young woman ran her hands through her unruly head of fiery hair and shuffled over to her vanity. Rose’s eyes bulged in surprise.
Holy shit, she muttered through smiling lips. Apparently her body remembered what happened last night better than she. Rose flexed her wrists towards the mirror, stretching out the impression the ropes had lovingly left behind. Similar marks decorated the skin around her full, impressive tits and muscular shoulders. She traced the marks and gasped lightly as she felt their kiss again. The naked woman rotated her hips to reveal an ass a few shades pinker than her natural olive-colored complexion.I’m gonna kill him for this one, she chuckled to herself as an absentminded hand reached its way down to her vagina, which also had a steamy image of last night’s escapades.
Her fingers slid across her labia to her clit, eliciting a sharp moan. The delicate skin surrounding her most sensitive area had small impressions, as if they’d been cruelly pinched. The pain was intense, but her hand lingered for a moment. She spread her folds and positioned two fingers at the entrance to her vagina, which was already slick with arousal. Rose almost slid the digits inside when she noticed a pair of crossed legs out of the corner of her eye.
“John! How long have you been watching me?” the startled woman asked her lover, covering her vagina with one hand and her erect nipples with the other. The tall, quiet man leaned on the doorframe in his boxers with an amused expression on his face and a hot cup of tea in his hand.
“Long enough…” He responded in a deep tone. “You know I’ve seen it all before” he gestured to her laughably unsuccessful attempt to cover her nudity.
“Shut up,” Rose quipped, soon followed by a “Gimmie,” and an outstretched hand to the tea. John handed it to her and positioned himself behind her, grabbing her sides and pulling her against his body. Rose smiled softly as she raised the cup to her lips. The combination of the warm, muscled body pressing into her back and the fragrant tea in her throat was a special kind of flame that only her body could describe. She watched in the mirror as the deceptively gentle man kissed her neck and ran his hands down her sides.
“It’s funny,” Rose started, “I don’t actually remember a single thing that happened last night. I remember taking a shot of Limoncello and throwing open the door to a bathroom, and that’s it.”
“You’re kidding,” John laughed as he slid his right hand down to her sex while continuing his leave light kisses on her neck and shoulder. “THIS remembers,” he teased, lifting two fingers slick with her cum to her lips. Rose set down her cup and sucked his fingers clean, feeling his dick harden against the small of her back.
“What exactly did you do to me?”
***
“Cheers, love” John saluted his lover. The pair downed their shots of sweet, lemon liquor to some degree of success. Rose didn’t exactly agree with the harsh bite of the alcohol and shuddered as it hit the back of her mouth.
“Not a word,” Rose spoke preemptively, slamming the decorated glass on the terrace table. John obliged with a small smile and enjoyed his beautiful view. The sun had set on the busy Sicilian town, but the moon and candlelight illuminated the soft woman’s features beautifully. Her tight, yet elegant black dress hugged her well-displayed cleavage with a dangerously low neckline and her smooth, powerful legs were exposed by a slit that ran all the way up to her hip. This singular piece of clothing was all she needed tonight, save for matching black heels, a tiny red thong, and red leather choker. The woman hadn’t noticed the looks she was getting from other men and a number of women, for her eyes were only for the seductive man before her. She could see his toned muscles and athletic form underneath his thin, white linen shirt and felt a warmth inside of her to match the burn in her throat.
Rose didn’t know exactly what to call the attractive man before her. They had met numerous times to fuck, usually prompted by an impulsive late-night longing. However, that is where their arrangement began and ended: an ungodly late text and an early morning departure. She told herself that the sex was hot, passionate, and everything she could want. John was respectful of her limits, gave her as many orgasms as she could handle, and was gentle in a way that most men were not. Despite this, she felt like there was something he was holding back; Rose didn’t know what she wanted, but she wanted more.
“Why’d you ask me to come here today?” Rose deliberately uncrossed her legs as she spoke, noticing John’s eyes drift down to her upper thighs. “I usually have to wake you up to get your attention,” she teased.
“I figured I’d treat a real lady to a real date,” John stopped looking for a glimpse of her nether regions and met Rose’s striking hazel eyes with his own.
“See, that’s your problem, you always treat me like a lady.”
“Right, so you’re saying I should bend you over the table right here and now like a slut? I figured you’d enjoy a charming dinner with a sophisticated view,” John teased, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt to expose his muscled forearms. Her eyes drifted from his muscles to his eyes and her mind wandered for a moment.
Rose bent over the table, lifting her dress to the side to reveal her dripping wet pussy. She felt her breasts press into the cool glass as she grasped the other end of the furniture. John grabbed Rose’s hips and positioned his penis at her entrance. She pushed back against him and he buried his length inside of her, rattling the dishes on the table with the force of his thrust. Rose felt a chill go through her spine as she took him inside her. She felt her walls tighten around him as he increased his tempo, their bodies colliding in a rhythmic passion. They paid no mind to the stares and shocked expressions of the other patrons in the restaurant, their entire world was the shared orgasm that was about to reach its peak. John dug his hands into Rose’s hips, knowing that she was on the edge of a powerful climax.
“Rose, I’m gonna…”
“Rose… Rose?…”
“Hey! Are you there? I’m gonna use the bathroom real quick,” John waved his hand in front of her aloof expression.
“What? Yes, ok yeah,” Rose snapped out of her dream state and casually rested her cheek on her hand. John squinted his eyes suspiciously at her. He could see her face blush and her legs re-cross. The seductive man tossed a few euros on the table, walked around to her chair, and put his lips to her ear.
“Meet me in the restroom in two minutes. Don’t be late.” Rose pushed his head away and laughed at his joke, shaking her head as he walked away. She finished her drink and waited for her lover to return. The seconds ticked by and Rose began to wonder if he was actually serious.There’s no fucking way, he wouldn’t actually do something like that, the nervous woman wondered.Would he? She drained the rest of her drink and checked her phone.Fuck it. She had fifteen seconds and if he was messing with her, she’d kick his ass later. Rose rushed over to the bathroom and threw the door open, not immediately seeing John.