Chapter Twenty-Two
Faye
Faye hadn’t stopped smiling for days. Maybe it had something to do with wrangling one of the poachers, subsequently exposing a network of baddies trying to exploit the island.
Maybe it had more to do with the beautiful woman wrapped between her thighs, making her feel things she didn’t think were humanly—or scientifically—possible.
Another one of those blinding orgasms ripped through her, taking her breath and her vision along with it.
She clung to Diana, biting her nails into her shoulders as her tongue continued to roll over her clit.
Pleasure blanketed her, warm and fierce, and she moaned, bathing in the feeling, the pressure of Diana’s lips against her enough to keep it rippling to the tips of her toes.
Faye exhaled happily, her chest tight. “Well…Good morning to you, too.”
Diana hummed contentedly, placing a wet kiss on her thigh. “Indeed.” When her eyes flicked up and met Faye’s, another ping of pleasure jolted through her.
How was that even possible?
It should be concerning how much she reacted to her. When her rich, honey-sweet voice took on that husky tone, Faye was pretty sure she’d steal children’s lunch money if Diana asked her to. And don’t get her started on that mouth.
The ungodly crimes she’d commit for that mouth.
The soft shape of her lips had to have been sculpted by goddesses.
It was the only way to explain the silly somersault her stomach did whenever her mouth pulled up in the corner.
Lips smooth and wide, their deep pink the most beautiful colour Faye had ever seen.
Those lips could easily replace the Mona Lisa’s in the Louvre, with people crowding around for hours in the hope of seeing them move.
Nothing compared to her smile—the real Diana smile—when laughter poured out of her like a shaken-up can of pop.
Electric and unstoppable, unfiltered in a way that made Faye feel like she was standing in that museum where no one else was allowed entry and her pockets were lined with gold.
A little nip on her thigh made her gasp, and that tinkle of laughter vibrated against her skin, sending her stomach loop-the-looping.
“Did you hear me?” Diana asked. “Or have your other senses become numb from overstimulation?”
Faye stretched with a laugh, the burn pulling through her muscles. “The second one. You might have to be my guide Labrador for a few minutes while I recover.”
“Is that my new spirit familiar, hmm? Labrador? I had hopes it might be something a little more exotic.”
Faye brushed a stray hair behind Diana’s ear. “Do you think anyone has ever actually gone blind from coming? At least temporarily.”
“I’m not sure.” She pushed herself up, her gaze passing over Faye’s body. “But maybe we could concoct our own study?”
“So now you want to be my Labrador? Interesting.”
Diana shook her head, but Faye caught her smile. “Anyway, I said I was going to hop in the shower.” She stood, and Faye couldn’t help but ogle her round—and milky-white—arse, and how it jiggled gloriously with every step. “You’re more than welcome to join me. In fact, it’s encouraged.”
“Give me a minute to recover, and I’ll be right in.”
“Well, don’t take too long. We have to be at yoga in twenty minutes.”
“Of course, my queen.”
Diana disappeared into the bathroom, Faye glued to every slow sway of her hips until the door closed.
Diana really was a masterpiece.
She stretched her legs, fighting off a yawn with the back of her hand.
The early morning would catch up with her later, but with both of them struggling for time in the evenings—Diana spending time with Molly, and Faye with Quin—they had to make some time somewhere.
She rolled onto her side, shamelessly inhaling Diana’s scent on the pillow.
She wished she could’ve stayed the night.
Faye wasn’t complaining. Though the doubting part of her brain would disagree.
She didn’t want to explore the reasons why they hadn’t slept in the same bed.
They’d stay up for hours talking until the early morning, but then Diana would make it clear that they needed to go back to their respective cabins.
Faye didn’t want to read too much into it.
She wanted to be respectful. But the selfish side of her, the one that wanted to know everything about Diana, from the way she took her coffee to her favourite colour Power Ranger, ached for the things she wouldn’t ever know.
Did she snore? Did she curl up on her side or sleep on her front?
And how soft would she look when sleep overcame her, and she didn’t have to worry about anything at all?
Faye wanted to ask her, wanted to tell her that she didn’t want this to end when the week did, but every time she opened her mouth, the words wouldn’t come.
That little doubting voice whispered in her ear, telling her she was going to ruin everything.
And now the Fire Ceremony was tomorrow, and they were leaving the day after. Two days.
Her heart squeezed at the thought of saying goodbye. Of going back home at all. She missed her dads and her four cats, but trying to go back to her old life before she knew Diana would be like trying to breathe underwater.
A low hum, mingling with the patter of water on tiles, infiltrated her thoughts. Was Diana…singing?
Faye turned her head to the bathroom. Then her voice came again. “Tell me why…”
Wait. The biggest grin took over Faye’s face. Not only was Diana singing in the shower… She was singing Backstreet Boys in the shower?
She had to press her hands to her chest, afraid her heart was going to burst. The feeling was too much, touching places it had no right to. The most gorgeous, smart, impeccably dressed woman she’d ever met had a guilty pleasure for nineties boy bands?
Are you kidding me?
Then a high-pitched scream cut through that feeling like a knife, and she sprinted into the bathroom, the steam hitting her face.
Diana had pressed herself back against the tiles, the stream of water hitting her feet.
“What’s wrong?” Faye asked. “Are you alright?”
“Yes.” Diana swept her hair back, releasing a breathy laugh. “There was just a big spider.”
Afraid of spiders, too?
Faye bit the inside of her cheek, trying to squash the surging feeling in her heart, but it was too powerful, too full. “Would you like my spider-removal service?”
“If you wouldn’t mind.”
She picked up the glass from the sink and stepped inside the shower, water droplets sprinkling her skin as she trapped the spider, then escorted the trespasser outside through the window.
“Thank you,” Diana said.
“You’re welcome.” She leaned against the tiles. “You’re kind of adorable when you’re scared.”
“I wasn’t scared. Merely caught by surprise.”
“Sure, sure. He was probably just a Backstreet Boys fan.”
Diana tried to hide her smile. “I don’t know what you’re inferring.”
“Mm-hmm.” She let her gaze drop over Diana’s body, her soft stomach, full breasts, the contrast of her pink nipples, sharp and hard. She was going to say something clever or make a joke, but everything emptied out of her mind.
“Are you going to join me?” Diana’s voice made her eyes drag up. “Or just continue to gawk from over there?”
Wordlessly, she moved towards her, her hands finding Diana’s waist as she stepped into the stream of warm water.
She kissed her, pressing her against the wall, and the sensation rippled over her body—wanting Diana, needing her, being unable to separate the two, no matter how hard she tried.
She nipped at her lip, lowering her hands to tug their bodies closer together.
Diana groaned, putting her hand to Faye’s chest. “As much as I’d love to, we don’t have time.”
“Are you sure? That sounds like a challenge to me.” She flexed her hands, which were still cupping Diana’s arsecheeks. “I’m already wet, I bet it wouldn’t take longer than a minute.”
She caught the flicker in Diana’s eyes, then gasped when her hand pressed against her clit. She moaned at the fingers gliding through her folds.
“A minute, you say?” Diana murmured, slipping inside her easily. Faye arched, letting Diana turn her, then bend her over, her fingers pushing deeper. “Then that’s all you’ve got.”
She started fucking her hard and fast, and Faye whimpered, supporting herself on the wall with one hand, the other reaching behind her to grab Diana’s waist.
Diana twirled Faye’s hair into a makeshift ponytail down her back, holding it with her free hand. “I wish I had my strap,” she said breathlessly. “God, the things I want to do to you.” She pulled on Faye’s hair, tightening her grip, thrusting inside her, drawing her closer and closer to the edge.
Each drive of Diana’s fingers was thorough, punishing, and deliciously building pleasure in her centre. “F–fuck, Diana. I’m close.”
Faye whined when Diana stopped fucking her for a second, pulling her upright and guiding her foot onto the shower shelf. She pressed into her back, nipples sharp, and kissed her neck, the water drizzling over them, and spread Faye wider with her fingers, rolling her thumb over her clit.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” she said, half-whisper, half-growl. “Then show me just how bad you need it.”
“P–please, Diana. I want to come for you so badly. I can’t get enough of—fuck!”
Diana filled her again, deeper, hitting a sensitive spot that she hadn’t been able to reach before.
It wasn’t long before Faye was cursing, the coil in her core winding tighter and tighter until it snapped.
She cried out, the air ripping from her lungs as she came hard around Diana’s fingers, her legs barely holding her own weight.
Diana held her upright while her body trembled, the shower sprinkling them with droplets. Faye relaxed into her, the tightness in her chest easing, but her breathing still shallow.
Diana pressed a kiss to her shoulder, and her spine tingled. “We might have run a little over, but it was totally worth it to feel you fall apart like that.”