Morning Light

2

When the snoring of the stranger next to her confirmed that the man was indeed asleep, the brunette untangled herself from her husband’s grasp, relieved at the freedom of no longer having his sweaty palms on her stomach. Carefully opening the wardrobe, she slipped out of her nightgown, putting on a blouse and skirt that could easily be undone quickly. She smiled to herself in anticipation before slipping quietly out the front door, careful not to wake any of the house attendants in the process.

She made her nightly route to the small speakeasy, down the alleyways and across the cobblestone streets that had slowly grown familiar to her over time. After her threat to tip off an investigator to expose the juice joint’s location, Ct, or Tzuyu as she liked to be called during their secret rendezvous, let her in without needing a password.

“Attagirl!” The vixen encouraged as Sana nursed her third drink of the night. The green-eyed woman smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind the debutant’s ear before leaning in.

“Come here, baby.” She purred, tugging her wrist lightly as she led them to the back room.

The second she heard the lock click shut, her back was against the door, her body pinned roughly to the hard surface as red hot lips attached themselves greedily to her neck, sucking hard, but not enough to leave a visible mark somewhere so publically exposed. No, she would leave those somewhere else later in the night.

“Ct…” She panted as nimble fingers skillfully undid the buttons of her blouse, tossing it aside carelessly. The pair of emerald eyes devoured every inch of skin, pulling her skirt up to her waist, slipping her red nails to graze her inner thigh. She whined, the sound getting cut off by equally red lips, chuckling at the fact that she was struggling to contain herself.

They broke apart and the sheba kneeled down, pulling at the waistband of Sana's panties in a teasingly slow manner.

“Please.” She begged. The taller woman nudged the side of her thigh with her nose, the scent of her arousal clearly noticeable even with all the smoke and alcohol in the air. She placed the woman’s tan leg over her shoulder and kissed a trail up the tanned skin, biting occasionally causing Sana to buck her hips in need.

“Pushover.” The minx chuckled, clearly amused by Sana's desperate wanting.

Sana loved the way Tzuyu touched her, the way her hands would ghost teasingly over her skin, the way her nails would float over her, the smell of her; like cigarettes and rain. The flapper was an absolute tease when it came to their sexual escapades. It made Sana's head spin in the greatest way possible.

“Patience, bird.” The woman underneath her husked, running one finger along the soaking folds of her center. Sana let out a whimper, throwing her head back in ecstasy. Without warning, the vixen plunged not one, not two, but three fingers into the aristocrat, causing her to yelp, walls clenching tightly around the digits. The seductress smirked, her tongue darting out to taste her work. She moaned at the sweet liquid as it dripped onto her tongue.

“Come on, doll.” The green-eyed woman hummed as she began pumping her fingers in and out of a writhing Sana who was struggling to keep herself upright, her hips bucking sporadically as the flapper increased her pace. The brunette looked down, her eyes meeting the green ones that glistened mischievously.

“Oh…” she panted. “Ct, yes. More.” Her hands tangled in the woman’s hair, probably gripping too tightly, but she couldn’t control herself at this point.

“Ct” she gasped. “Ct. Please.” Her stomach muscles clenching. “Tzuyu... I need…” She needed to bring her closer in any way possible. Tzuyu always seemed to have this power over her, making her lose all ability to speak and control her body.