Grandmother Left Half the Onsen Inn to the Chef novel · Chapter 2 of 24

Chapter 2: Two Futons

In the one empty room, with paper walls and a neighbour on each side, Yuzu takes Sakura apart with her hands and tells her to be quiet. Sakura says please for the first time in two years.

The attendant room was eight mats of old tatami, one paper door, and two futons laid side by side.

Sakura had not even closed the door before Yuzu's mouth was on hers again.

They were both in thin cotton yukata, still damp from the bath, and the cloth stuck to every curve it touched.

Yuzu pushed her back until her shoulders met the wall.

The wall was paper over a thin frame.

It creaked.

"Careful," Sakura whispered. "The head maid is on the other side."

"Does she hear well?"

"She sleeps like a cat."

"Then you'd better be quiet, Okami-san," Yuzu murmured against her jaw.

Sakura's whole body went hot.

Yuzu's hands slid down her sides and found the knot of her sash.

She pulled it open with one tug.

The yukata fell apart down the front.

Cool air touched Sakura's skin, and then Yuzu's palms did, rough and burning, spread flat across her stomach.

"Look at this," Yuzu said, very low.

She was looking down at Sakura's body, openly, the way she had looked at it in the bath.

"You've been hiding all this under a work kimono for three years."

"It's a uniform."

"It's a crime."

Her thumbs moved up and over the underside of Sakura's breasts.

Sakura's head knocked back against the wall.

"Soft," Yuzu said. "Heavy. God, look at you."

She took one breast in her whole hand and squeezed.

Sakura bit her own lip hard.

Yuzu leaned in and sucked the other nipple into her mouth.

The heat of it went through Sakura.

Her knees went loose.

Yuzu caught her by the hips and held her up against the wall.

Her tongue circled and flicked.

Her teeth closed once, gently, and Sakura's hand flew to her own mouth.

"Good," Yuzu breathed, against wet skin. "Just like that. Don't let anyone hear."

Sakura had been giving orders since she was twenty-five years old.

Nobody had told her what to do with her own mouth in a very long time.

It went through her.

She shut her teeth on the heel of her hand and held on.

Yuzu moved to the other breast.

She worked it the same way, slow and wet, and the sounds that came out of Sakura's nose were small and desperate.

"On the futon," Yuzu said.

She stood up.

She was a head shorter than Sakura.

"Lie down on your back and open the yukata."

Sakura's mouth was dry.

"I've never," she started.

"Never what?"

"Nobody has told me to."

"I know." Yuzu's eyes were very dark. "I can tell. Do it."

Sakura crossed to the nearest futon on legs that did not feel like hers.

She lowered herself onto the cool white sheet and lay down.

She pushed the yukata off her shoulders, and let it fall open on both sides.

She lay there naked in the lamplight, her black hair spread out around her head, and her thighs pressed shut.

Yuzu knelt at her feet and looked at her for a long time.

"Open your legs, Sakura."

It was the first time she had said the name.

Sakura opened her legs.

The air was cold on her wet skin, and she felt every bit of how wet she was.

Yuzu made a low sound in her throat.

"Look at that," she said. "From a kiss in a bath."

"Don't."

"Tell me to stop, then."

Sakura shook her head.

"Say it, then. What do you want?"

"I don't know how."

"Yes, you do." Yuzu slid a hand up the inside of Sakura's thigh, so slowly.

"You say it all day long. You say please and thank you and of course. Say it for yourself."

Sakura's breath shook.

Yuzu's fingertips stopped at the crease of her thigh, one inch from where she ached.

"Please," Sakura whispered.

"Please what?"

"Please touch me."

"Where?"

"My." Her face burned. "My pussy."

Yuzu smiled, quick and bright.

"Good girl," she said.

She dragged two fingers up through the wet.

Sakura arched off the futon.

It was one slow stroke, from her entrance up to her clit.

It was so much better than her own hands that her eyes stung.

"Quiet," Yuzu warned.

She circled the swollen little bud with her fingertip, light and exact.

Sakura's thighs shook.

"I can feel how much you want it," Yuzu said. "You're so wet it's running down."

She pushed one finger inside.

It slid in with no resistance at all, and Sakura's mouth fell open on a sob.

Yuzu laid her free hand over Sakura's lips.

"Shh. The head maid."

Sakura nodded frantically against the palm.

Yuzu added a second finger.

She curled them up, and found the place on the first try, and pressed.

Sakura's whole body locked.

Her eyes rolled back.

"There it is," Yuzu said, soft and pleased. "That's it. Is that where you want it?"

Sakura nodded.

"You can have it. Don't move. Don't make a sound."

She began to fuck Sakura with her fingers, slow and deep and steady.

The heel of her hand rocked against Sakura's clit on every thrust.

The wet sound of it was obscene in the quiet room.

Sakura felt it building low in her belly, tight, shaking.

Her heels dug into the futon.

She turned her face into Yuzu's arm and bit down on the cotton of her sleeve.

"That's it," Yuzu whispered. "You're so good. Look how well you take it."

Sakura shook her head against the sleeve.

"It's been two years," she breathed through the cotton.

"I can feel that," Yuzu said gently. "You've been so tight, Sakura. So carefully tight."

She sped up.

Her thumb found Sakura's clit and rubbed it in small hard circles, in time with her fingers.

The pressure rose and rose.

Sakura's hips jerked up to meet her.

She was making a tiny, high keening sound into the sleeve, and she could not stop it.

"Come for me," Yuzu said. "Come on. Now."

Sakura broke.

Her whole body went rigid and then wrung itself out, and wave after wave went through her, and Yuzu did not stop.

She kept working inside her, slower, through every last pulse.

Sakura ended limp and shaking, wet from her thighs to her knees.

Her mouth was still pressed into Yuzu's sleeve.

There were tears on her face.

She had not known she was crying.

"Roll over," Yuzu said.

Sakura could barely move.

"Over. On your side, facing the wall."

Sakura rolled onto her side, trembling.

Yuzu lay down behind her and pulled the yukata off her own shoulders.

Then she fitted her small naked body along the whole length of Sakura's back.

Her breasts pressed against Sakura's shoulder blades, hard-nippled and warm.

One of her thighs slid between Sakura's legs from behind and lifted.

"Again," Yuzu said into her ear.

"I can't."

"You can. Feel."

Her hand slid around Sakura's hip and down.

Sakura was so sensitive that the first touch made her jerk.

Yuzu held her there with an arm across her ribs and rubbed her clit with two slick fingers, slow, in lazy circles.

"Shh," Yuzu said. "There. You're swollen. You're so wet for me."

Sakura pushed her face into the pillow.

Behind her, Yuzu rocked her hips.

Sakura could feel the wet heat of Yuzu's pussy sliding against the back of her thigh.

It left a slick trail with every pass.

Yuzu was getting herself off against her, quietly, and not letting her turn around.

The thought of it undid Sakura.

"Yuzu," she breathed.

"Mm. Say it again."

"Yuzu. Please."

"Please what?"

"Please make me come again."

"Good," Yuzu said, hot against her neck. "Beg me nicely."

Sakura begged.

She said please six more times into the pillow.

Yuzu rubbed faster and bit the back of her shoulder.

She ground against Sakura's thigh until her breath hitched.

The second orgasm tore through Sakura without warning.

It was smaller and sharper than the first, and it made her thighs clamp around Yuzu's hand.

Behind her, Yuzu shuddered and went stiff.

She pressed her open mouth to Sakura's spine, and a long ragged breath shook out of her.

For a while neither of them moved.

Yuzu slid her fingers out slowly.

She held them up in the lamplight, wet to the knuckle.

Then she put them in her own mouth and closed her eyes.

"Mm," she said.

Sakura made a sound that was almost a laugh and almost a sob.

Yuzu propped herself on one elbow, and her other hand stroked Sakura's hair off her wet face.

"Okay?" Yuzu said.

"Okay." Sakura's voice cracked. "That was."

"I know."

"Nobody has done that in."

"Two years. You said." Yuzu kissed her temple. "You were so good for me."

Sakura turned over to face her.

Her whole body felt like it had been dipped in the hot water again.

She reached for Yuzu's bare hip, clumsy and eager.

Yuzu caught her wrist.

"No."

"But you."

"I already had a little, against your thigh." Yuzu kissed the inside of Sakura's wrist, right over the pulse. "Next time I'll tell you when it's my turn."

A hundred reasons to be angry with Yuzu rose up in Sakura.

None of them would hold.

"You've been in this inn for ten hours," she said, hoarse.

"Nine and a half."

"And you're already giving me orders."

"I'm a cook." Yuzu pulled the blanket over them both. "Tomorrow I start in your kitchen, Okami-san."

"Over my dead body."

"You won't need to die." Yuzu's smile was against her shoulder. "I'll just have you."

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