This time, T'chai takes control of the kiss. It's not flirty and light like when I use my tongue. T'chai's kiss is a conquering stabbing of his tongue, artless and enthusiastic, and I try to gentle him and steer him with whimpers and flicks of my tongue, to show him what I like. It takes a little time, but when he slicks his tongue deep into my mouth, it hits me just right and I whimper at how good it feels. His demanding thrusts turn gentler, just as deep and conquering but not nearly as invasive, and by the time we break, panting, I'm practically wriggling in his lap with arousal.
