Ace in the Hole

by Sedonia Guillone

  She paused against the flood of yin in her own body. Touching this man was truly a delight she hadn’t known in so long. “The fluid that comes forth from it has several names.” As she spoke, she brushed her fingertips over the head. “The droplets that seep out before ejaculation are called dragon’s tears.” Her thumbpad rubbed softly over the small cleft of its opening. “The pool of it is your yang cloud.” She slid her touch lower and circled the swells of his testicles with the pads of her fingertips. Tenzin’s pelvis shifted on the mattress. “These are your yang pearls. Any questions about that?” She looked at his face as her fingers gently deepened their pressure on his sac.

  Tenzin shook his head.

  “You are speechless?”

  His only response was to swallow. His dark eyes shifted from her face downward. The way she was leaning forward, she knew her breasts fell forward, suspended over him. She could feel the heat of his desire curl in her own belly. She turned completely to him and rose slightly on her knees. She smiled when his gaze shifted downward. He seemed fascinated by her tattoo, especially the tigress’s belly.

  She sat back and spread her thighs apart slightly, one leg almost straddling his. “There are many names for the woman’s intimate parts,” she said, feeling the heat burn again in her cheeks. Explaining these terms to Tenzin was a far different matter than teaching it to her Tigress cubs. “However, you need to know only a few. The jade gate.” She slid her fingertips to her lower lips and spread them.

  Another curl of heat traveled through her belly down into her sex. She slid her fingers over the tiny hooded nub. It tingled under her touch.

  “The yin pearl,” she said. “It is this spot that holds the key to both partners’ enlightenment. So much qi, life force, concentrates here that it is a vital part of the practice.”

  Tenzin’s gaze was locked on her open sex. He had raised himself on his elbows. His lips were slightly parted, and his chest heaved. Lily paused under his worshipful look. The way he stared at her intimate parts made her feel that he would never find anything wrong with them. She slid her fingertips to her opening and pushed her index finger inside. Soon, hopefully, it would be his fingers causing the ripple of pleasure her own touch gave.

  Tenzin leaned forward ever so slightly. “May I?” he asked softly, his own hand coming forward.

  The nearness of his eager hand sent another ripple of qi through her lower body. She wanted nothing more than to let him touch her, but couldn’t. A Tigress always maintained control.

  “In a moment,” she said.

  Chapter Seven

  Where the Green Dragon must retain, the White Tigress must absorb. Where the Green Dragon seeks tranquility, the White Tigress seeks activity.

  ‑‑ Madame Lin from The White Tigress Manual

  “This is the jade cave,” she continued. The friction of her own finger inside her while Tenzin watched stirred her yin to liquid heat. Feeling her cheeks burn, she slid her finger out, barely recognizing the lustful creature inside her who threatened to drown out her Tigress’s control. “Now, sit against the wall and open your legs.”

  Tenzin nodded and scooted to the head of the bed, his fervent gaze never leaving her body.

  That ridiculous flush of pleasure his silent admiration gave her spread through her once again. Gathering her hair into a quick knot at the nape of her neck, she suppressed a girlish smile and positioned herself in front of him, her back pressed lightly to his chest. The touch of his bare flesh to hers was pleasurable, and she resisted the urge to sink against him. She turned slightly. “What we’re going to do is bring forth my yin and then, when I’m ready, you will release it from me and draw it into yourself. This will help balance both of us. Give me your hands.”

  Tenzin raised his arms on either side of her. The warm masculine strength he exuded surrounded her, and she shuddered with the pleasure of it.

  She grasped his wrists and brought his obedient hands to her breasts. “With the lightest touch possible, you’ll circle my breasts, seventy-two times in each direction. By the time you’ve finished, my yin should have risen enough for you to harvest. Like this.” She moved Tenzin’s hands over her breasts. The callused flesh of his palms rubbed the swells of flesh, and she felt her yin surge. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Lily.” Tenzin’s voice was husky, and she could feel his hands tremble.

  She released his wrists and took a deep breath. “All right. Then begin.”

  Tenzin leaned in closer to her, and his dragon, now fully hard, pushed into the crevice of her buttocks. Another pleasant shudder passed through her, and she sagged against him a bit more. Tenzin began the circling she’d shown him, and his whisper light touch grazed her breasts, tapping her nipples with each round. Icy heat ignited in her breasts and spread through her belly. Her jade cave, already moist, grew slippery, seeping with yin dew more on each round.

  Tenzin had barely begun the exercise, and her body already demanded release. His breath was warm on her skin, pulsing lightly onto the curve of her neck. His life force, potent and male, swirled in the air and made his musky scent fill her senses.

  Without meaning to, Lily let her eyes flutter closed and tilted her head back, letting it rest against him. This brought her breasts closer to his fingers. His circles grew harder until he cupped the swells in his palm and kneaded her hardening nipples with the flats of his hands. He wasn’t supposed to touch so closely, but Lily found she couldn’t…didn’t want… to correct him. After so long, a gentle man’s touch was irresistible. There would time enough to correct him later, when she had been balanced.

  His hands lightly squeezed her breasts. The warm male energy around them whirled into her body. She grasped the bedclothes and curled her fingers harshly into them. She was determined for Tenzin to finish the seventy-two rounds in each direction even though she was ready now for release. The way he was touching her had made her yin surge hotter and faster than she’d intended.

  Tenzin pressed his lips to her neck and feathered the tip of his tongue over her quivering flesh.

  Her resolve slipped.

  “Tenzin,” she breathed, “I’m ready now.” She grasped his hands and turned around, maneuvered her body so that they sat facing each other, and her legs straddled his hips. “First, drink my yin through our kiss and then through my breasts.”

  “Yes, Lily.” Tenzin leaned forward, cupped her cheeks and pressed his lips to hers.

  The kiss was so soft, so gentle that Lily felt herself melt. Her lips fell open, and Tenzin’s breath pulsed softly into her mouth. She could feel him drink in her essence, felt the soft peaceful flow of qi between them. In the next heartbeat, she slipped her tongue between his lips and brushed it against his. He responded in kind and danced his tongue against hers, following the rhythm she made.

  She slid her hands from his cheeks down his chest and around to his back. Without thinking, she sank down, against the pillows, with Tenzin following on top of her. The movement caused their mouths to pull apart, and Tenzin rained a trail of soft kisses over her chin, dappled his lips over her throat and chest. Tingling heat ignited in her skin wherever his kiss touched her skin.

  He closed his lips over one hard nipple and tugged it gently against his tongue.

  Lily moaned softly. She clasped her hands around his head. His hair brushed her fingertips pleasantly, and the twinkling lights pulsated gently in her mind as her body filled with ecstasy.

  Lily’s sweet, dark nipple pebbled under Tenzin’s tongue. The light, musky flavor of the tight bud rolled on his taste buds, making his mind feel like it was melting away. He loved the way she clasped his head and arched her back, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth. Suddenly, he felt her raise her legs. In the next second, her supple inner thighs pushed into his hips, and the heels of both her feet pressed into his backside. He could swear she was drawing him closer, and he answered by sinking down onto her inviting softness. His dragon, fully hard to the point of throbbing brushed her pelvic bone
.

  With one hand, he caressed her other breast, kneaded the nipple to hardness between his fingertips. With his other, he reached down between her thighs to the tigress’s belly, that deeply intimate part of Lily that fascinated and compelled him. He slid his fingertips over the smooth fleshy lips and slid them between the folds.

  Lily moaned softly and tilted her pelvis against his hand. Her yin juices seeped freely from her sex, and the intoxicating scent diffused into the air.

  He coated his fingertips with her musk and rubbed it over her pearl in light quick strokes.

  Lily’s body shuddered in response. She sighed and arched her back in what felt like a silent demand.

  Suddenly her thighs tightened on his hips. “Tenzin, stop.”

  The pressure of her hands on his shoulder made him still on her breast. He lifted his face up. “Am I hurting you?”

  She shook her head. “No, but you must harvest the yin correctly. Do only to me what I did for you last night. Only that.”

  He studied Lily’s violet eyes; they were tinged with sensual desire, but there was something else in them too, something that hung on the last two words she’d said. Only that.

  She rose up on her elbows, watching him. Her beautiful face was flushed and her lips swollen from their kiss. “Is this something you wish to do, Tenzin?”

  The scent of her yin musk rose in the air, making it hard to concentrate on his train of thought, but he managed to nod. “Very much so.”

  She smiled and scooted back, toward the pillow. “You can stay on the bed or kneel down on the floor. As you wish.”

  He cleared his throat. His mouth watered at the mere suggestion of tasting her so intimately. “Here is fine, Lily.” Without another word, he lowered himself down until he was nearly off the foot of the small bed. Lily spread her legs open, causing her female scent to invade him. The soft folds of her sex invited his touch, and a mere glance at it showed her dew glistening within.

  “Please, taste me now,” she said, her voice a breathy whisper.

  Her words made his insides jump. With a touch as light as a flower petal, he slid his fingertips down her belly. He heard her breath catch softly, and her stomach caved and rose again under his fingertips. Slowly, gently he traced the contours of the leaping tiger, starting with the claws over her ribs. The fascinating colors had done nothing to mar the soft perfection of her skin, which felt to him softer than downy feathers.

  Lily’s stomach fell and rose under his fingers. He flattened his palm over her smooth belly, covering the tiger’s shoulder and deepening the kneading of her skin. Her breath hitched, and he glanced at her. “Too hard?”

  “No ‑‑ oh. Keep doing that.” Her words came out breathless.

  She encircled one of his wrists and stopped his motion when he reached the gentle slope of her breasts. She began to move his hand downward. “Do what I did…to you,” she repeated.

  “I will,” he said softly, resisting the pressure on his wrist and bringing his hand back up to the rise of her breast. “I just had to touch you some more.”

  His cock tightened, grazing her leg as he moved his body upward. She finally let his wrists go, and he was free to do what he’d been dying to do since he’d glimpsed her dusky nipples through her sheer robe. As if he were a priest at a shrine, he bowed over her twin breasts, and brought his palms against each side. Again, he resumed the gentle kneading until he could sense her relaxing once more against the pillow. Like a hummingbird over a flower, he let his thumbpads hover over her nipples, touching and retreating, touching and retreating, as his warm palms rubbed circles over her breasts, until the aureoles wrinkled and the peaks hardened.

  “Yesss…,” Her back arched, pushing her nipples closer to his thumbs even as she shook her head back and forth. “Oh…no…oh,” she moaned and lifted higher.

  He lifted his head. Her nipples were hard, taut, reaching up to him. He closed his mouth again over one and suckled it. She whimpered and tilted up to him. Her sweet flavor fueled his need to taste her yin pearl. He retreated and rained kisses down the center of her stomach, over her belly button, and lower.

  He smoothed one hand over her inner thigh, his forehead resting on her soft stomach. Never had he felt skin so silky. Her scent wafted up to his nostrils as he lowered his face to her tiger’s belly. Lily’s smooth mound was as soft as a flower petal. He sank lower on his knees to concentrate his attention on what lay beneath. Her fleshy lower lips were open, revealing the soft pink contours of her inner sex. Tenderly he ran the pad of his thumb down the moist center and felt her body quiver in response. He brought his finger up to his mouth and tasted her dew.

  Her breathing deepened, and the husky sound filled his ears. He caressed the soft skin of her thigh again, loving the dusky pale gold tone that contrasted with the darker hue of his own skin.

  Closing his eyes, he brushed his lips across a spot on her inner thigh. She released a soft quick breath, and the scent of her yin juices surged, hot and potent. He kissed the spot again, lingered this time, and trailed soft kisses upward, closer to her sex.

  With gentle thumbs, he spread the fleshy lips wider and pressed his mouth to the small, hooded nub at her core. He’d learned long ago that when this part of a woman was properly touched, it brought her to bliss. And he fully intended to do that to Lily.

  Lily’s breath, though still soft, panted more rapidly. He swiped his tongue lightly across her clit, and then blew on it.

  She released a sigh and from the corner of his eye, he saw her long-nailed hands clutch the bed sheets.

  With his thumbs, he held her sex open and licked her yin pearl gently with tiny strokes of his tongue, up and down, around the small nub.

  Lily was nearly breathless. The sight of Tenzin’s dark head between her thighs blurred, and she panted. Tenzin was obviously skilled in the ways of a woman’s body, and he seemed determined to show her just how much so. She thought she’d die from the pleasure when he’d sucked her breasts, but that was nothing compared to what he was doing now.

  The moist warmth of his tongue descended on her yin pearl again, stroking the sensitive flesh until she could only throw her head back and stare upward into the shadows. She tightened her grip on the bedclothes and tried not to thrust her sex down, demanding the release he was coaxing from her.

  Her nipples, hardened to tight peaks, tingled, a sensation directly connected to the waves of pleasure traveling through her from Tenzin’s mouth.

  Tenzin shifted, moved one hand, and then pushed a finger through her jade gate. She sucked in a breath. He was being so careful, filling her passage so gradually, as if she were a virgin. He licked her pearl again, teasing it with tiny licks of his tongue while he pulsed the finger in and out of her in gentle strokes.

  She moaned and writhed on the bed. Her eyelids shuttered as the room seemed to darken, and those tiny lights she’d seen before twinkled again in her consciousness.

  Her body unclenched, and she felt the soft tingling energy pass from Tenzin’s mouth and hand into her. The energies swirled together and gathered swiftly in her core. She felt as if she were floating even as the tension mounted.

  Tenzin sucked her faster now. His tongue flickered over her pearl with a more fevered rhythm, and his finger worked up a friction of heat inside her. He closed his lips over her inner sex and tightened them.

  The tiny lights expanded and shimmered. Time seemed to stop as waves of bliss plowed through her sex. She shuddered and cried out, not recognizing the voice as her own. Her hips rose up to meet Tenzin’s mouth, as her sex craved more and more of the release only he could give her. He responded by grabbing her buttocks in his hands and pressing his tongue deeper into her opening.

  The waves mounted and crested, mounted and crested, as every inch of her consciousness centered around her core.

  One last whimper of sheer pleasure and her body collapsed into the mattress, wilted as a jade plant left in the sun for too long. She could barely breathe, her mind consumed
with the intensity of sensations that had rocked her body. Tenzin’s hands remained on her thighs and he stroked her skin lightly with his thumbs.

  She let him remain quietly like that, resting on her as she recuperated.

  She could do nothing else but gaze up at the ceiling, her mind too dazed to form cohesive thoughts. All she could concentrate on was how intense, how…uplifting the experience she’d just had had been. It was as if every light in the universe had exploded inside her and now only gradually was her body putting itself back together again.

  She felt Tenzin shift below her, and she lifted her head an inch, the motion almost too much effort. His dark eyes gleamed with desire. Her yin dew coated his lips and chin. He looked wild and predatory. “Did I please you, Lily?”

  There was no mockery in his voice, only a simple humility. She stared at him. He had had mastery over her for those minutes, and yet there he lay, his gaze open and honest, asking if he had pleased her. Speech was difficult, but his seeming rawness compelled her to answer. “More than words could say.”

  “And I didn’t hurt you in any way?”

  Hurt her? Lifting her head she stared at him. Her eyes took a moment to focus and when they did, she clearly read the uncertainty in his eyes. Without thinking, she reached out and brushed a fingertip across his damp cheek. For the second time in less than a day’s time, she’d experienced the Place of One Hundred Returnings. Until Tenzin, she had thought her Tigress practice to be completely in vain.

  “It was…beautiful,” she managed in a broken whisper.

  She was unprepared for the smile that met her praise. The uncertainty left his eyes, and they filled with warmth. His full lips curved upward, and he bowed his head. “Thank you, my teacher.”

  The gratitude in his expression and in his voice made her heart flutter. She levered herself up to a sitting position and patted the spot beside her. “Come.”