Miss Yuan complied, gently at first. Her hands moved to Moriah’s face, and then went down her neck to her shoulders and her arms.
Moriah marveled at the softness of the other woman’s lips. Miss Yuan moved closer to her, and the kiss deepened, followed by the short dart of a tongue and the graze of teeth. She opened her mouth wider and gently pressed on Miss Yuan’s lips, feeling the pulse of her desire.
A roar filled Moriah’s ears as she fisted the other woman’s hair and embraced her. Instant desire filled her as she trailed her hands down Miss Yuan’s mostly bare back. Their hips aligned, and Moriah cupped her bottom, an unsubtle move—but a move that felt right.
“Is there somewhere else?” Moriah whispered in her ear.
Miss Yuan led the younger woman by the hand down a short flight of stairs to the main stateroom. Large windows flanked an immense bed, revealing the lights of the city skyline surrounding the harbor. After closing the door, she pulled Moriah to her and resumed the kiss, pushing her against the wall without breaking contact. Her tongue swept Moriah’s mouth as she pressed her tighter. Her fingers went to the tiny buttons on Moriah’s shirt, gliding over the material as she worked the buttons free. “I’ve been thinking of this for weeks,” Miss Yuan said.
Moriah kissed her in return, breaking off only long enough to shake out of her cotton top and bra. The clothing, along with Miss Yuan’s expensive blouse, fell into tangled piles on the deeply carpeted floor.
The older woman’s small, teardrop swellings rode high on her chest. She’s aging well, Moriah thought. She was slender, almost skinny, and her olive skin contrasted with Moriah’s white, soft and pale complexion. Moriah noted that her small breasts were a mirror image to her own—a delicious contrast to what Moriah was accustomed to: Alison’s swelling curves and, on the rare occasions they made love, Kate’s large breasts.
Moriah cupped one of Miss Yuan’s breasts with her hand, and felt the press of a firm nipple in her palm. Bending down, she took one in her mouth, rolling her tongue around it, savoring the little peak and eliciting a low moan from Miss Yuan.
Moriah lifted her mouth away and brushed her lips along the other woman’s throat to her ear. “What do you want me to do?”
Miss Yuan’s eyes glittered. “Please, kiss me. Kiss me down there.” Her hips pushed against Moriah’s. “Then I want you inside of me. After that, I want to devote all the time that remains to you.”
Moving her hands to the zipper at the back of Miss Yuan’s skirt, Moriah pulled it down and drew the dress over her hips. Miss Yuan stepped out and stood in panties that matched her bra. Her high heels accented her slim, toned legs. She walked to the bed and kicked the shoes off.
“Miss Moriah, remove my panties,” she ordered.
The younger woman’s doubts, fears and misgivings about the evening were replaced by a sense of empowerment. Moriah decided this was a situation where she would give as well as take. As she slid the panties down Miss Yuan’s legs and they fell to the floor, she wanted nothing more than to pleasure her.
Moriah pushed her back on the bed, and Miss Yuan opened her thighs, revealing her pussy. A black triangle of closely trimmed hair adorned her mound. Moriah kneeled on the floor, her knees sinking into the soft carpet, and pushed Miss Yuan’s knees apart. Her labia glistened, the fat outer lips covered with her juices, the inner lips just peeking out. Moriah put her lips between Miss Yuan’s thighs. Remembering Kate’s words, she focused her eyes on the other woman’s face.
At the slight touch of Moriah’s lips, Miss Yuan bucked, and her hips lifted off the mattress.
Moriah inhaled the musky aroma of arousal as she tongued and licked the furrows of her cunt. The familiar slickness of her own rising excitement gathered between her legs as the tip of her tongue lashed Miss Yuan’s clit. Her own satisfaction, however, would have to wait.
Miss Yuan’s thighs clenched Moriah’s head as her orgasm built, and her hips rocked as Moriah attacked her pussy with her lips and tongue, torturing her folds as her hands gripped her hips. Miss Yuan’s juices ran copiously, and she gasped as she clenched the bedspread and moaned as Moriah pushed her relentlessly toward a climax.
Moriah slid her hands up her belly and grasped both of her small, pert breasts. Circling her teats with her thumbs was the final straw that pushed Miss Yuan over the edge, and she came in a rush, her hips lifting off the bed as she thrashed, moaning and whimpering, as wave after wave of sexual energy washed over her.
Moriah moved up the bed, took her face in her hands and kissed her, her tongue pushing into her mouth. She moaned in reply, and Moriah moved a hand down her cheek, along her neck, over her breasts, past her belly and came to rest on her mound. “That was just a warm up,” Moriah whispered. “Now I’m going to fuck you. Miss Yuan, please tell me. Have you ever been fucked by a woman? Have you ever been fucked by a woman who knows how to please a woman?”
In reply, Miss Yuan kissed her eagerly, moaning in anticipation and pleasure.
Sliding a finger down Miss Yuan’s wet and swollen slit, Moriah pushed a finger inside her vagina. Then another. Miss Yuan’s pussy was tight, but slick, affording easy entry. Moriah could feel Miss Yuan’s cunt muscles relax as she slowly pistoned her fingers in and out. She slid a third finger inside, and then let her thumb find Miss Yuan’s stiff and glistening clit. A few moments later, another rush of moisture and a clenching of pussy signaled Miss Yuan’s second orgasm. Her pussy muscles spasmed around Moriah’s fingers as she screamed in ecstasy.
Moriah kissed the soft mound, now deep red and wet, and pulled her fingers out with a slurpy pop. Her own sexual excitement was at a fever pitch. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation.
She couldn’t stand it anymore. Moriah stood and wiggled out of her panties. She was now nude like Miss Yuan, her pale skin glistening in the half-light of the stateroom. The heat between her legs moved up her belly and chest. Her nipples stood erect on her pert breasts. Moriah’s hands went to the smoldering mass of nerve endings between her legs.
Miss Yuan, splayed on the bed, motioned to the younger woman. “Come to me, Miss Moriah.”
She obeyed, and got on the bed beside Miss Yuan, who took her face between her hands and kissed her, first tentatively, then with more confidence, and then with the possession of a lover. She pushed Moriah onto her back, and moved a hand down her body to her breasts. “I’ve never touched another woman,” she said. “You are so beautiful, so soft, so delicate.”
Moriah thrust her shoulders up, brushing the tip of her breast against Miss Yuan’s hand. “Stroke me. Kiss me,” she pleaded.
Miss Yuan fluttered a fingertip on a hard nipple, then dipped her face down, her tongue lightly moving across the offered nub. She kissed Moriah’s breast, making sweeping circles with the tip of her tongue around her stiff nipple.
The ache in Moriah’s pussy intensified as Miss Yuan’s hands explored her breasts and stomach in light, barely-there touches that had her vibrating. A drumbeat of need, hot and urgent, erupted between her legs. Her cunt felt like a gaping maw.
She wasn’t thinking of Miss Yuan as a client, as a woman of means who will make a meaningful difference in the lives of women who need Come Again’s help. The disturbing thought that she was compromising herself—prostituting herself, crossing a moral boundary—had vanished. Moriah wasn’t thinking at all. She was a mass of quivering need, a body perfectly matched to this needy person making love to her. Her pleasure was of the moment.
She wanted Miss Yuan to enter her, to put her fingers into her wet pussy. She wanted to come hard, really hard, around the older woman’s hand deep inside of her. She wanted to try something new with her new lover.
Moriah took Miss Yuan’s hand, folded all her fingers except her index finger into her palm, and guided the extended digit down her swollen pussy, and directed it inside her. Miss Yuan looked into her eyes as Moriah raised her hips in unspoken invitation.
One finger inside, Moriah held the other woman’s wrist and started a slow pumping motion.
Miss Yuan slid a second finger inside.
“Put your other hand under my ass.”
Moriah pulled herself up on her elbows and watched as Miss Yuan fucked her.
Three fingers now penetrated Moriah, and she knew it wasn’t enough. She wanted to be stuffed full. She wanted the constant throb between her legs to go away. She wanted to fuck until the throb was gone.
Moriah could think of only one way to make it happen.
She reached between her legs and pulled Miss Yuan’s fingers out of her. She sculpted her five, wet fingers into a taper, spread her knees farther apart, and pulled the point of the other woman’s hand to her entrance. “Push,” she ordered.
Miss Yuan’s gaze didn’t waver from Moriah’s eyes as her hand slowly moved inside her pussy. Moriah, sitting nearly upright, grasped Miss Yuan’s forearm and pulled her wrist toward her. She paused, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, as Miss Yuan’s fingertips, and then her knuckles, passed the entrance of her tight hole. More of her hand disappeared inside her, and she yelped as the widest part stretched her vagina to its widest point. Miss Yuan paused, her eyes pleading for instructions. Moriah pulled on her wrist, and the older woman’s hand was inside her pussy.
“Make a fist,” Moriah said, her voice wavering.
Moriah threw her head back and cried as Miss Yuan’s hand came together deep inside her. The pain and intensity was unique. Moriah wanted it to stop. Moriah wanted it never to end.
“Oh, god, push!”
Miss Yuan slowly churned her fist inside Moriah, who threw herself back on the bed, her arms extended, crying and whimpering. “Oh, god, fuck me, fuck me!”
As the older woman churned her fist, Moriah sat up and put her hands on her pussy. Feeling around Miss Yuan’s wrist and her stretched entrance—marveling at the miracle of another woman’s hand deep inside her—she moved a fingertip to her clit. She circled her hard nub.
The bed shook as Miss Yuan pushed her fist into Moriah’s cunt, each jarring thrust sending shock waves through her body. Moriah rubbed her clit in ever faster circles as waves of prickly energy spread from her womb, over her breasts, up her back, and out the top of her head.
They fucked like that, leaning into each other, slippery and groaning on the huge bed, rocking back and forth in a crazy rhythm. Each thrust forced an animal-like groan from Moriah’s throat. She gasped and yelled, demanding more, demanding harder, pulling and pushing on the other woman’s arm, her wrist and forearm slippery and wet from Moriah’s copious juices.
With every push, the fire inside her intensified, until Moriah exploded, her cunt muscles spasming on Miss Yuan’s fist. Moriah wailed in pleasure and despair, coming in a sweaty, screaming rush. She gripped Miss Yuan’s forearm as the waves of her orgasm slowly ebbed.
Moriah sat up, her knees splayed, Miss Yuan’s hand still deep inside her pussy. Dope-brained from the intensity of her orgasm, she pulled on the other woman’s arm. It was time for Miss Yuan to remove her hand from her womb.
“Undo your fist,” she ordered.
Miss Yuan stared at her, following orders. Moriah pulled on her forearm and cried out as Miss Yuan’s hand stretched her hole to its widest. With a loud pop, Miss Yuan’s hand came out her cunt. Her fingers were slick and sticky.
Slowly, gently, they peeled their bodies apart. Moriah felt slightly broken open, while the older woman looked at her lover with an awestruck expression, her eyes full of wonder. Miss Yuan moved her wet, glistening hand, bathed in the younger woman’s juices, to Moriah’s mouth, smearing the wetness over her face. Moriah licked and sucked her fingers.
She pulled Miss Yuan to her and kissed her. “I’ve never done that before. I’ve never been fisted,” Moriah whispered. “I’ve never felt that full before.”
“I didn’t know you could do that.”
“I wasn’t sure, either.”
[Excerpt from China Dragon]