Chapter Twenty-Nine #2
Diana’s dark eyes held hers. “Do you see the need for any men here?”
Faye swallowed. “Absolutely not.” Her fingers fumbled over the fastening, but once she’d snapped it closed, the large pink toy stood proud.
“Touch her. Have a feel.”
Faye ran her hand along the smooth length, watching it spring back into place.
“She’s yours. She’s an extension of me. Remember that when she’s inside you.”
Sweet Jesus. That stirred the ache between her legs again, and she gulped, her heart beating faster.
Diana passed her a bottle of lube from her bag. “Get her ready for you.”
Faye coated the toy with the liquid, smoothing it with her fingers until it was completely covered, shiny and slick.
“Now, lie back and use the excess on yourself.”
Faye leaned back on the bed, supporting herself with the pillows, and let her legs fall open. She took her time, tracing her fingers through her pussy. Diana’s eyes followed each movement hungrily, the look in those dark irises making her even wetter. She definitely didn’t need the extra lube.
“Good,” Diana murmured, voice thick with want. She bent down to kiss her, letting the strap graze against Faye’s abdomen. The sensation was a little strange until she remembered Diana’s words—she’s an extension of me—which quickly alleviated the feeling.
Diana’s lips started soft, kissing her jaw and neck before sucking hard below her ear. Faye dug her nails into her back, pulling them closer as her mouth continued laying its claim.
She groaned, pushing into Diana, rubbing herself against the strap.
The thought of Diana putting it inside her made her restless.
She couldn’t think of anything she wanted more.
She threaded her fingers in Diana’s hair, tugging her up to meet her mouth in a rough kiss.
Diana met her with just as much ferocity, her lips hard and bruising.
Faye’s clit ached, her head dizzy with need. With another tug of Diana’s hair, she guided her tongue into her mouth, her muscles loosening as Diana’s warmth brushed against her. She probed deeper, and Diana sucked on her tongue.
Every atom melted, undoing her, leaving her a trembling mess in Diana’s arms.
God. Faye was going to die.
“Please, Diana,” she begged. “I want to feel you. Her. All of it.”
Diana pulled back, her eyes pinned to Faye’s as she gently teased the toy up her slit. Faye shuddered, her stomach rolling, anticipation eating at her. Then slowly, Diana pressed the strap to her entrance, easing inside.
Faye groaned as the toy filled her, inch by inch. Her eyelids fluttered closed, soaking in the feeling.
“That’s it…good.” Diana gripped her thighs. “Eyes on me.”
She opened her eyes to the hottest sight she’d ever seen. Diana was towering over her, body wrapped in burgundy underwear like a gift, her hands parting her legs, her pelvis buried into hers.
“Fuck,” Faye whispered.
“You like it?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes.”
A smirk curled that perfect mouth. “I knew you would.” She rocked her hips, slowly drawing the toy in and out, each thrust taking Faye deeper. She increased the pace, pushing a little harder each time, keeping those dark eyes on Faye’s.
There was something so intense about the way Diana watched her. Assessing each movement, every reaction, as though her sole focus was making Faye feel good. The coils in her stomach tightened even more.
Faye gripped the sheets; she was unravelling in every sense of the word. To be so wanted and cared for, to be fucked so good…and by her. It was too good to be true.
What if it changed again? What if this was a taste of the life she could have before it was taken away?
She couldn’t look at her.
“What are you thinking?” Diana asked, her voice low and husky. The sound alone made Faye’s toes curl.
She let out a soft breath, embarrassed by her train of thought. Diana stopped her thrusts, sliding her hands from Faye’s thighs to her waist. Oh god. She’d really ruined the moment.
“What is it?” Diana asked. “Is something wrong? Did I hurt you?”
“No. Nothing’s wrong.” She shook her head, emotion bubbling up and pricking her eyelids. Oh no, she was crying now, too?
What are you doing, Faye?
Diana gently pulled out the shaft and lay down next to her, the heat from her body an immediate comfort. She cupped Faye’s cheek. “Darling, talk to me.”
“It’s silly.”
“Nothing is silly.” Her voice softened. “Look at me.”
Faye let her turn her face, her gaze blurring when she met those irises. She swallowed. “Nothing is wrong. Everything is right. And that’s the problem.”
Diana’s mouth quirked. She brushed her cheek softly with her thumb. “Everything being right is bad?”
“All of this with you. I love the way you make me feel, Diana. But I lost you once. I don’t want to lose you again.”
“Darling…” She brushed the hair from Faye’s face and cupped her jaw. “I don’t want to lose you either.” She let out a sigh. “I’ve waited forty-one years to meet you. Do you think I’m going to let you go so easily?”
“It happened once.” A few stray tears slipped down her cheek. “I don’t know if I could do it again.”
Diana caught the tears with her thumb. “I can’t say that Molly was the only obstacle we’ll face, Faye. But we’ll face everything together. If you want me, if you want this…then have a little faith.”
Heat bloomed in Faye’s chest. “I like this new side to you.”
Diana gave a small shrug. “We’ve got to have hope.”
“Wow.” She laughed dreamily. “Look at you speaking with all the wisdom of a dove.”
“You have a way of bringing it out of me.” She smiled that perfect Diana smile, and Faye brought her lips to hers.
It wasn’t long before they were caught in a back and forth of want and consume, mouths territorial, imprinting.
The vibrations from Diana’s moan rumbled in Faye’s throat, and her pussy tightened.
She was suddenly very aware of the strap pressing against her leg.
She palmed it in her hand, still wet from earlier, and guided it back inside, lifting her thigh over Diana’s as they lay side by side.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” Diana said, breathless in between kisses. “Do you?”
She adjusted herself, moving lower and hooking Faye’s leg higher. The toy tilted, and Faye bent her torso, tweaking the angle so it didn’t press on her bag. Diana pushed into her, and she groaned as the dildo hit a sweet spot.
“Oh my god. That feels so good.”
“Open your legs wider for me.”
Faye did as she was asked, allowing Diana to slide in and out of her easily. Diana held her thigh, gripping the soft flesh as she thrust her hips, meeting her with short, hard strokes.
Diana pressed her lips to her chest, licking a trail to her nipple. She swirled the tip with her tongue, sending pings of pleasure between her legs.
“Touch yourself,” Diana instructed.
Faye immediately brought her hand to her clit, fingers slipping, already tensing under the touch.
Diana pulled and sucked at her nipples, the strap hitting Faye with a steady rhythm. Their heavy breathing filled the room, Faye’s moans mixing with Diana’s exertion as she drove into her. Diana tightened her arm around her, planting another kiss on her shoulder.
“Turn over.” She rolled her so that Faye was on her front, her legs shaking, mind lost. “On those lovely knees of yours. That’s it.”
Faye could barely support herself on her arms. She sucked in a hiss as Diana scratched her nails down her back. Goosebumps rippled her skin, and she shivered, feeling empty without the strap filling her.
Diana teased the length against her entrance, and she moaned, needing it back inside her—needing her back inside her.
Thankfully, Diana didn’t wait, pushing the toy into her pussy.
The heat of Diana’s body followed. She pressed against Faye’s back, teeth grazing her shoulder as she sank deeper, stretching her, until her pelvis rested flush.
“Wow,” Faye breathed.
“You’re taking her so well,” Diana praised, placing a kiss on her neck.
She pulled back, guiding Faye with her so she rested on all fours.
She gripped Faye’s waist, and then she started to move, sliding the shaft in and out, slow and deliberate so she could feel every inch.
“Did I tell you to stop touching yourself?”
The sound of Diana’s stern voice sent another roll of pleasure through her, and she brought her hand back to her clit.
Diana quickened her pace. “This is all for you, Faye. Tell me what you want.”
“Harder.”
The word had barely left her lips when Diana was fucking her with such delectable force, she whimpered.
“God—yes!” Her words were muffled in the sheet, her fingers pressing against her clit. She couldn’t move; she could only take everything Diana gave to her, and she soaked up every second. Her orgasm pulsed inside her, threatening to burst.
“Let me hear you,” Diana said, low in her throat. “Show me how it feels.”
Faye moaned, not recognising the sound of her own voice, her fingers circling her slippery clit.
Diana tightened her grip on her, continuing her pace while cursing like a woman on the edge.
The thorough strokes combined with the filth leaving Diana’s mouth tightened the pressure in Faye’s core.
She had never been so consumed by someone.
So seen. She was so close to erupting, the brilliant white heat burning through her veins.
She pleaded, panting, pleasure coiling through her body until finally she came with such force she could hardly breathe. The intensity rippled through every sense, bursting through the surface with the weight of a tidal force, taking all the air with it.
Diana cried out as she tumbled into her own climax. Her hips shuddered against Faye’s thighs, the sweet, raw sounds of her pleasure taking Faye’s to another height. Her grip tightened around Faye’s waist as the two of them spiralled, sinking into the feeling together.
Slowly, Diana pulled out, removing the harness and collapsing beside her. Their hot bodies lay curled together, sticky with perspiration, limbs entwining.
Faye traced Diana’s cheekbones, while Diana drew slow patterns up her arm. Their heavy breathing began to slow, falling into one steady rhythm. Faye had never known anything so intimate. She never wanted the moment to end.
But then, she realised, it didn’t have to. Their relationship didn’t end at Sandy Springs.
Not this time.
“What’s that smile?” Diana whispered, tracing the contours of Faye’s lips.
Faye kissed her fingers. “I just…don’t remember ever feeling this happy,” she admitted.
“Me neither.”
She let out a happy sigh, taking in all Diana’s softness, shimmering under the sheen of sweat. “I don’t know what the next chapter holds for us, but I’m excited to find out.”
“Me too.” Diana nuzzled into her neck, planting soft kisses down to her collarbone. “Although we still have a lot of making up to do yet.”
“Is that so?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Faye’s toes curled as Diana hummed against her skin, her lips soft and warm.
Faye couldn’t wait for their new start—but she also couldn’t wait to find out what other surprises Diana had hidden in her suitcase.
It was going to be a long night.