Accept tea from the hater
From Create Your Own Story
He smiles dashingly, poring hot tea into your cup. He adds a splash of milk, and a dolip of honey. He puts a teaspoon into your hand, gently taking your hand in his, he directs you too stir the tea then clink the spoon, placing it on the saucer your cup resides.
Locking eyes with you, he cups your hands around the teacup, lifting it to your lips. You take a sip, comfortingly warmth enters your mouth, flows down your throat, and rests pleasantly in your stomach.
Your left hand drops too the table, his hand rests softly over it. Rubbing it slightly. He lets go of your other hand, not breaking eye contact and you take another sip. And another. You eyes never leaving his beautiful, infinitely layered and complex blue eyes.
You take a few more sips, his thumb brushing your cheek. His face is now closer to yours. You go to put the cup down, but he shakes his head slightly, smiling comfortingly, and tips the bottom up, more of that exquisite liquid entering your body.
You feel a hand on your back. Another sip. It runs feather light up and down, raising goosebumps. Another sip. A pleasant tingle runs up your spine, your hole body shudders. The hand unclips your bra, the other rubbing over your cheek, down your neck too the shoulder and back, resting on the corner of your lip. Your eyes are still on his, gazing into that blue void.
The bra falls onto your lap, tits springing free. Another sip. You barely notice as he lifts places you delicately onto the table. Eyes never leaving yours. Hand stroking your back, the other slowly moving up your thigh. Another sip. Nipples erect in the cool air. Fingers brushing past your smooth clit. Another sip.
