So the picture inspired me to spend some time with Mairead and Ziba- totally fair since I wrote Happy and Iovita making love during my local write-in on Saturday morning. With Ziba having a Dutch parent and an Indonesian parent (heck if I can remember which one is which at the moment), I envisioned her largely "passing for white," which could cause weird reactions to her as she's a hijabi [a Muslim woman who wears a head scarf is the simplest definition, although it religiously means so much more.) But the picture made me think of a Ziba in her bed waiting for Mairead's attentions.
"Now this isn't very modest, what I find in our bed." Mairead knelt on the bed on level with Ziba's waist.
"But since you're the only one likely to see me here in our bedroom, my habibti." Ziba laughed. "Don't you like what you see, schatje?"
"Tease! Changing languages on me. You know tha' makes me all horny." Mairead traced her fingers over the backs of Ziba's knees, just above the knee high stockings' ruffles. "Is this 'my period's done so sex is no longer haram'? Tell me what you want." Her fingers continued drawing lines up Ziba's thighs.
"Please, I need your fingers and your tongue, your mouth. I... um... laeaq li, uh."
"Lover, that's not a bit of Arabic I know." Mairead brushed her fingers over Ziba's parted labia. Although I have a notion. "Do you want my tongue moving over your clit? Into your pussy?"
"Yes, laeaq li, lick me, lik me maar," Ziba babbled.
Mairead knelt between Ziba's spread legs. "You look so good like this. I hate to reposition you too much." Pulling up at the hips, she encouraged Ziba up onto her knees. Her gaze moved over her lover's asscrack. No, that is not okay, unless some imam decides that sodomy is okay. She bent her head a little more until she could see Ziba's labia. Moaning, she reached out with her tongue to touch the beauty. The wondrous tang of her arousal met her taste buds when she pried them apart and feasted on Ziba.
"My love," Ziba whimpered.
Mairead backed up and turned onto her back between Ziba's legs. She scooted until her head rested in just the right place to pull down on Ziba's ass. Her lips parted and she started to suck, first labia and then clit into her mouth. She caressed the relaxed asscheeks as she enjoyed the moans above her. Her lips released the clit as she plunged her tongue into Ziba's pussy. Pubic hair tickling her nose, she gloried in pleasing her lover, even as her own arousal grew inside her.
Ziba pressed her legs against Mairead. Her body trembled even with her rigid hips. "Mairead." She groaned at two fingers sliding into her cunt. "Yes."
Tip of tongue moving against Ziba's clit, Mairead sought to bring her love pleasure. She pumped her fingers into the wetness. Give it to me. You always come fast, the first time after your period. She stroked the inner wall, feeling for Ziba's G spot. She smiled even as she continued to suck when her fingertips passed over the bumpy, swollen patch of vaginal wall. Wetness dripped down her hand and onto her face as Ziba found her first orgasm.
"Please keep doing just that," Ziba purred as her body shifted slightly above Mairead, hinting that her arms and chest had crashed onto their bed.
Sucking and thrusting into her sweet Ziba, Mairead basked into the continued orgasm as pleasure washed over her, her hips pumping into the air. Such a pleasure to come from her pleasure.
"Love, on my back," Ziba cried out before pulling away from Ziba.
"As long as I can still enjoy making you feel good," Mairead growled as she in turn moved toward the end of the bed to give Ziba room to move.
"Of course." Ziba lifted her hips and then placed her feet flat as she settled onto the bed. "Ik hou van je. My sweet."
Mairead crawled back to Ziba and leaned in to kiss her inner thighs.
"If only my hair stayed still like yours," Ziba commented.
"And then I wouldn't get to enjoy you putting it into an impromptu twist when you're enjoying me."
"That's right." Ziba groaned as Mairead got down to business. "Oh, ja."
Fuck. All the different language dripping from her lips. Mairead traced the entrance to Ziba's cunt before thrusting her tongue in as far as she could. I could do this until she begged me to stop. She gripped Ziba's thighs as she caressed her love. Her gaze moved over the soft brown skin under her mouth, pressing against her nose.
"So beautiful." Ziba's hands moved over Mairead's shoulders. "Don't you want—" Her words dropped off.
Wrapping her lips around Ziba's clit, Mairead thrust two fingers into her pussy again. Her eyelids dropped into a smile when Ziba pushed down onto her fingers. When the muscles relaxed again, she slid in a third finger. Her gaze moved upward to watch Ziba's face tighten until she screamed out her orgasm.
Ziba pushed down into their mattress. "Love, sweet, schatje, let me hold you."
Mairead kissed Ziba's stomach and then withdrew her fingers. Smiling, she crawled up the bed and lay against Ziba's side.
"Let me," Ziba mumbled before taking Mairead's still wet hand and licked away her arousal.
"I've got the stuff for potato pancakes so we can have them without bacon." Mairead sighed as Ziba's tongue dipped between two fingers. Although maybe this is a sign that food will wait.
While Mairead is a fictional character, flesh and blood people like her continue to be murdered at alarming rates. Just for living as their authentic gender. Please spend some time reading about the Transgender Day of Remembrance.