Chapter Eleven #2
“We’ll start slow.” She leaned down to place a kiss on Faye’s neck.
But Faye didn’t want slow. The last six months had all been building to this moment, and it had peaked overnight. She didn’t want to wait any longer.
“I’m not fragile.”
Diana didn’t break stride, her breath tickling her skin. Her sharp tone contradicted the softness of her touch. “Everyone has limits, Faye. We’re going to start slow. No exceptions.”
Well, fuck.
Diana kissed her neck again, shutting her up. Then she drifted lower, to her shoulder blade, lips soft but firm. Her collarbone. Neck. Jaw. Despite her commanding mouth, her touch was curious, gentle, as her hands skimmed Faye’s hips.
She cupped Faye’s breasts, pinching her nipples just enough to make her moan.
Her whole body fizzed with Diana’s caress, every part aching to feel the softness of her lips.
All she could do was remain there at Diana’s mercy as she glided to stand behind her, hands steady on her waist, leaving a trail of fire.
If she hadn’t already come, she’d be in trouble.
“I want you to tell me what you like. What you want,” Diana said. “If anything hurts or makes you uncomfortable. Communication is very important to me.” Her lips found Faye’s back, soft, teasing, before her teeth sank into her flesh. Faye groaned, her head tipping back.
“Too much?”
“No. I like it.”
Diana hummed, caressing Faye’s jaw before tilting her head to expose her neck. “What about here?”
“I really like it,” Faye said, her whisper somehow still too loud for the room. The pressure of Diana’s finger vibrated underneath her voice box, then Diana replaced it with her mouth, and Faye groaned, slick wet heat slipping between her thighs when she sucked hard at the sensitive skin.
God, she needed this. She needed this more than she dared to admit. Could she really say what she wanted? Was it that simple?
She swallowed hard, turning so she could look into Diana’s eyes. “You wanna know what I really want?” She waited, letting their heavy breathing fill the silence. “What I want is you. Now. Here. No more waiting.”
A beat passed before Diana’s lips curled into a gorgeous half-smile, and she closed the gap between them. Her mouth commanded Faye’s, hot and forceful, as they sank onto the mattress, making Faye’s stomach dip and dive.
She happily let Diana guide her to the headboard.
When Diana leaned over her, holding back her full weight, Faye tried to grind their pelvises together; the ache so strong, it was painful.
She wanted to feel all of her. Taste all of her.
But she wasn’t calling the shots. She could hardly stand the distance between them as she squirmed underneath her.
She wasn’t going to last five minutes.
Diana pulled back with a playful tsk. “Do you not remember what I said?”
Faye wrapped her legs around her, hooking her in place. “Sorry.” She let out a soft, breathy laugh. “But have you seen yourself?”
“Have you seen you?”
Faye had to look away. “You can hardly compare the two of us.” She caught sight of her black underwear, holding everything in place. “You’re an absolute goddess, and I’m just—”
“Stop comparing yourself to other people.”
Diana was right; she was seriously killing the mood. They hadn’t kissed for thirty seconds, and it was thirty seconds too long. She could self-deprecate another time.
“You’re incredibly smart, Faye. Beautiful. Strong. Don’t wish that away.”
“Fine.” Faye tightened her legs around Diana’s waist. She’d agree to anything to kiss her again. “But you know what I want. Please.” She pulled Diana’s face to hers, locking her in a kiss. The taste of her sweet tongue in her mouth made her whimper, pushing her to the edge.
When they parted, both panting, Diana whispered, “But do you know what I want?”
Her soft breath against Faye’s lips made her shiver, and she shook her head.
A million different scenarios fired through her brain, making it impossible to think.
She wanted all of them. At once. Her clit was going to explode.
She didn’t know where this energy had burst from, but she wanted to take full advantage, afraid it might slip away if her brain started to wake up.
Diana kissed her again, slow and soft, her teeth pulling at Faye’s bottom lip. “I want you to show me what you were doing. Before I rudely interrupted you.”
Her throat tightened. “You want to watch me touch myself?”
“Is that a problem?”
“No.” The only problem would be if Diana stopped touching her. When her voice took on that low, husky tone, she was pretty sure she’d do anything she asked.
Diana untangled herself from Faye’s legs and stood. Faye missed her weight immediately. She leaned against the stack of plump pillows behind her, while Diana moved to the foot of the bed, her eyes glued to Faye like she was a work of art.
God. Another roll of pleasure swelled in her centre, and she groaned, touching her throbbing clit. Even this dance with Diana was intoxicating. The way she demanded her attention. How that fuelled Faye, made her drunk on the feeling.
The best thing was that she didn’t care about her bag. Her brain was focused on doing, not thinking, and that was fucking magical.
She pressed her fingers harder through the soaking material, loving the way Diana followed every movement. The power it gave her.
“Let me see you,” Diana rasped, voice dark and velvet-smooth.
A deep throb pounded in Faye’s pelvis, and she opened her legs wide. Diana’s focus fell between her thighs, and she rubbed herself in circles, letting out a little whimper. She was so turned on, she could feel herself pulse underneath her fingers.
“Did you keep that closed the whole time?” Diana nodded at the fasteners on her underwear.
“I was so wet, I didn’t need to open it.”
She caught the dip in Diana’s eyes, how her teeth dragged over her bottom lip.
“Thinking of you tends to have that reaction,” Faye murmured.
Diana’s mouth curled into a slow, sexy smirk. “Show me.”
Faye fumbled for the vibrator in the bedsheet and wasted no time in finding the same setting as earlier. When she brushed it against herself, her whole body convulsed. “Oh…fuck.”
Her eyes squeezed shut as she rolled her hips. Only one thing fired through her mind on repeat. Diana. Diana. Diana.
She forced her eyes open, needing to see her, needing to check this was actually happening. The sight of Diana at the foot of the bed sent another bolt of pleasure through her core, and her hips bucked.
“I’m…not…gonna last long,” she managed between gasps. “I want to…feel you.”
She was losing focus. All she could think about was how the most attractive woman she’d ever seen was standing a metre away and not touching her.
“Diana,” she pleaded. Her voice bordered on a whine, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. “I need your fingers. Please.”
The slight quirk of Diana’s lips, cracking through her serious, sultry expression, almost pushed her over the edge. But Diana didn’t move. How could one woman hold that much power?
For a horrible second, Faye thought she was going to deny her. Then something flickered across Diana’s face, and she glided to her side of the bed. Faye’s core tightened as she approached, dress swaying around her hips, the scent of her perfume tangling in her senses.
In one movement, she popped the fasteners on her underwear. A jolt of pleasure pinged through her pussy. Then slowly, Diana slid her fingers up her slick entrance and around her swollen clit.
“Oh, fuck!” Faye grasped her shoulders.
“You’re so wet,” Diana hummed, leaning over her. “This is what you want?”
A rush of pleasure erupted through her as Diana slipped her fingers inside.
Diana raised an eyebrow. “I can’t hear you, Faye.”
“Y–yes.” Lust robbed her of her voice as it claimed her completely. “Please, Diana. Fuck me.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, Diana pumped her fingers lightly, every reaction tracked by her steely gaze. Faye squirmed, a moan tearing out of her throat. Satisfied, Diana fucked her harder, her fingers gliding easily.
Faye clawed at her, pressing her head into the pillow. The sensation of Diana’s fingers inside her, the delicious friction, tightened and swelled in her centre, pushing her over the edge.
“F–fuck! I’m—” She cried out as the feeling crested and burst, flooding all of her senses. Unlike before, the intensity didn’t die. She grasped at Diana as her legs trembled, her muscles quivering, hot pleasure firing through her until she was completely spent.
She lay back on the bed, head dizzy, chest tight. The feeling lingered, fogging her brain. As the ceiling swirled above her, she could hardly breathe.
Now that was an orgasm.
It was only when Diana tilted her fingers upwards, and she gasped, that she realised she was still inside her.
She looked into her eyes, drinking in the different shades of gold and brown as they combed her naked body. Realising Diana was still fully clothed, she wound the material between her fingers, giving a light tug. “This hardly seems fair.”
Laughter quirked Diana’s mouth. “We’re taking it slow.”
Faye didn’t have it in her to be irked. She’d go at whatever pace Diana wanted. To do anything with her was nothing short of miraculous.
She reached out and tucked Diana’s hair behind her ear, just because she could, letting her thumb caress her cheekbone, then her favourite mole. She thought she knew the answer to the question swirling in her brain, but she had to check.
“Does that mean you’ve accepted my proposal, then?”