Part 10 (1/2)
”You could get your wish in just a few short minutes.”
”I knew rubbing that lamp would pay off.” Well, Zi was certainly eager. The ol' Hana charm really worked aboard s.h.i.+p. If she was one of the officers all decked out in their white uniforms she'd never get any sleep on a week like this one. ”This is the stairwell closest to my room,” she said, guiding Zi toward it.
Zi was a lithe more serious when she said, ”I get the impression you do this often.”
”Often enough to make me and a number of other women very happy.”
”Don't oversell yourself-I could be disappointed if my expectations are too high.”
After Hana stopped laughing, she managed to say, ”And do you do this often?”
”As a matter of fact, no.” Zi paused on the landing between decks. ”I just got out of a relations.h.i.+p and I'm ready to kick it over.”
”I'll be happy to help you forget all about her. Anything you'd like.” Sometimes being a butch with a sincere desire to make a woman happy had its rewards.
”Believe me, she's easy to forget.” Zi resumed their downward journey, one hand gracefully sliding along the handrail. ”It's her endless c.r.a.p I want to be sure is out of my head.”
”Like what? One more floor down I think.” The lower they descended, the narrower the stairwell became and the more rhythmic and noticeable the engines were.
”She never could reconcile being gay and being Asian. Being gay brought shame and dishonor on her family, so she made up for it by practicing being gay as little as possible.”
”I don't get it.”
”We had good s.e.x for two months, then it was more important to be good girls. She actually thought that her family would accept us as a couple if she told them we were more or less celibate.”
”Oh, I get it now. Like some religious nuts say it's okay to be gay as long as you don't have gay s.e.x.”
”Bingo. Except her s.h.i.+t was all family stuff.”
”Right here,” Hana said, pointing at her cabin door. She had die key ready. ”So you didn't have much s.e.x, I take it.”
Zi looked her right in the eye. ”I haven't had s.e.x in thirteen months and eleven days.”
Hana spared one last pitying thought for Evie. ”So, I guess you'd like me to scratch a few itches for you?”
Standing right there in the hallway, her back to Hana's door, Zi reached up and undid her bikini top. She had really beautiful t.i.ts and her nipples were begging for attention. Hana didn't see the need for any further talk.
”That's right, baby,” Zi moaned. Hana was all over her, seemingly intent on devouring every inch of Zi in as little time as possible. The kisses almost bruised, and the teeth at her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were almost too rough, but she was certain she was about to get very, very f.u.c.ked and every part of her body was in favor of that. d.a.m.n Yiyi and her constant lectures about being above the base carnality that plagued gay society. d.a.m.n Yiyi for getting Zi's heart all caught up before announcing that the s.e.x had to stop. d.a.m.n Yiyi for making her ashamed that she really liked lesbian s.e.x, and ashamed for all the nights she'd rolled over looking for a cuddle and maybe a fond caress only to be pushed away and, in the morning, scolded for her nymphomania.
A middle of the night f.u.c.k-what was wrong with that between lovers? If she was some kind of nympho she'd have not lasted thirteen days without s.e.x, let alone thirteen months. All that Yiyi had f.u.c.ked was her mind, and right now, with a hot butch on top of her, she wanted the rest of her to get f.u.c.ked so her mind could let Yiyi go.
”Tell me what you want.” Hana was kissing her ribs, her stomach.
”I want lesbian s.e.x,” Zi said with a laugh. ”Lots of it, and right now.”
”How about we start with the basics?”
Zi yanked on a handful of Hana's hair, which made Hana grin. ”Like what?”
”I lick your c.l.i.t until you scream.”
”Okay.” Zi felt slightly dizzy. Yiyi, shut up, she thought, annoyed she could hear the remnant of that judgmental, scolding voice.
Then, courtesy of the sinuous touch of Hana's tongue between her legs, Yiyi shut up for good.
Zi dug her nails into Hana's scalp, drawing a groan and a hard tap on her c.l.i.t from Hana's tongue. She wanted to hold Hana's head still and rub her c.l.i.t back and forth across Hana's mouth. It felt fabulous and incredibly real and good and lesbian and queer and female and downright raunchy in the very best way possible.
She arched into Hana's mouth, all of her alive and wanting to go as far as she could feeling just the physical delight of being with another woman. Her writhing brought her quickly to the edge of the narrow bed, her head hanging over the edge while Hana continued to feast on her. I'm gonna pull a muscle or something when I come, she thought distantly, but by then it was all academic-she was coming, and hard, one leg twined around Hana's shoulders and one hand still yanking on Hana's hair.
She was still gasping when Hana dragged her back on top of the bed. Zi made a show of trying to evade her.
”Vixen.” Hana flattened Zi with her body. ”Am I going to have to tie you up to keep you where I want you?”
”You wish. You travel with that kind of gear?”
Hana got a very s.e.xy, very c.o.c.ky grin and Zi wanted to swoon. In her experience there wasn't a butch walking who didn't fancy herself a top, and if Hana wanted to play, Zi wasn't going to resist. The first two weeks with what's-her-name had been full of all sorts of fun. Then the guilt had arrived and the toys had disappeared.
She was unceremoniously rolled over onto her tummy as Hana pushed her arms over her head and wrapped something silky and strong around her wrists. Once again, Hana used her body to flatten Zi into the bed.
”I'm guessing you can probably rip that open, vixen, but it's your own bikini you'll be ruining if you do.” Hana began a slow grinding motion on Zi's a.s.s. ”You want to party like this?”
Being small, most people underestimated her in a number of ways. Zi hooked one foot behind Hana's knee, then quickly flexed up with her shoulders as she rolled to her hip. Hana practically bounced off the wall as Zi settled onto her back. Varsity wrestling had proven useful in more than just the ring.
”You're a tiger,” Hana said appreciatively.
Zi planted her high heels into the low footboard and extended her arms over her head. ”Now I'm ready to party.”
Hana ran a lazy hand down Zi's torso, smoothing her skin and tweaking her nipples. A light ma.s.sage of her neck followed, and when a finger wandered too near her mouth, Zi bit it, drawing a laugh from Hana. ”Okay, you want to get f.u.c.ked. I get the message. You don't have to mark me.”
”Meow,” Zi said, wrinkling her nose.
Hana got off the bed to fumble in the bottom dresser drawer. Drawing out a small black bag, she unzipped it and smiled at the contents. ”Based on my examination, you're a medium girl.” She held up a sleek, ungrooved toy. ”Pink suits you.”
”And who says butches don't care about fas.h.i.+on?”
Hana was stepping into a harness mainly comprised of thin straps that made her a.s.s look fantastic. ”I think you're going to look great with your hair in that just-f.u.c.ked style.”
”Talk, talk, talk.”
”You are really asking for it, baby.”
”Are you finally figuring that out?”
Hana unhooked Zi's sandals and tossed them aside. ”I don't want a stiletto in my back, thank you.”
Zi stretched her bound wrists over her head again, not laughing anymore, and neither was Hana. There wasn't anything but l.u.s.t between them, and Zi's focus narrowed to the feeling of Hana fitting the head of her c.o.c.k right where Zi wanted it so badly.
”d.a.m.n, you're hot,” Hana whispered as she pushed forward, opening Zi with a long, steady glide inside. ”Feel that, baby? It's just the beginning. Want it so bad you going to stop giving me att.i.tude?”
”If you want me to moan, give me something to moan about-oh yeah, that's better.”