Chapter 13 #3
Diane grips the steering wheel hard enough that her knuckles go whiter than her already pale skin.
What in the hell is she thinking? She's forty-five years old, parked on a secluded street in her own car with a woman who makes her lose her mind — but the need inside her is so intense it's burning her from the inside out, and she can't get it under control.
"I don't want to talk," the older of the two hisses, and when she turns, Cassidy finds her blue eyes dark as embers wrapped in flame.
Cassidy doesn't answer. She gets out of the car and climbs into the back seat. Diane stays still, caught in that game they have where nothing else exists, where Cassidy demands and she — well, what a surprise — obeys.
"Come here."
A heel hits the pavement, and seconds later she's straddling the blonde's warm body without stopping to think. The Cobra in Diane has gone quiet, because this girl squeezing her waist has found exactly the right way to put her to sleep.
Cassidy raises a hand, touches her face, and traces her thumb along the shape of Diane's lips.
Diane parts her mouth and licks it, and both of them moan, undone.
The blonde isn't going to explain either how she's so good at turning a back seat into the perfect place for sex, but she undresses Diane so fast it's a miracle the nice dark slacks are still in one piece.
"I've never seen these on you before." Cassidy runs her fingers over the white lace.
"There's a lot you haven't seen," Diane breathes, and bites down on a sound when Cassidy presses her fingers against the center of her.
"Then you'll have to show me all of it."
Diane doesn't get the chance to process what she said, because Cassidy has already dragged the tip of her tongue across her lips before kissing her.
It's a hard kiss — one that carries an entire week of hell and the fire between them that no matter how hard either of them tries, refuses to go out.
Cassidy rolls her hips upward, hands pushing Diane's body down to meet her.
"Yes," Diane gasps, grinding against the blonde's thighs.
Their bodies tremble, and Cassidy can't hold back a second longer without touching her.
She slips her fingers beneath the underwear and finds Diane wet, scorching, so much so that she has to bite her own lip to hold onto the control that's slipping away — to keep herself from pushing inside with the roughness she's desperate for.
"You missed me," Cassidy says. It isn't a question. "And yet you didn't look at me once all week."
She presses gently against her clit, and Diane shudders on top of her. It's a sight — those unfocused eyes, the flush blazing across her cheeks, her mouth falling open.
Cassidy pulls her back into a kiss, and in the middle of it her fingers trace slow circles against her. She moves carefully, then dips lower to test her entrance, which from what she can feel is completely ready for her.
"I need you inside." Diane is breathing hard as she pushes her hips forward, chasing more contact.
She doesn't say please. She doesn't beg. But Diane herself knows she's giving this girl more than she's ever handed to anyone, and it isn't exactly by choice — it's that being this close to her makes her lose control of her own body.
"God, I love fucking you," Cassidy growls as her fingers sink deep into Diane. "Move for me. I love watching you do it."
Diane places both hands on Cassidy's shoulders and starts to move, slow and deliberate, pressing down when she reaches the bottom and staying there for a beat, feeling herself full.
With her free hand, Cassidy frees one of Diane's breasts and takes it into her mouth.
They're nowhere near as full as hers, but they're soft, with a pink nipple that drives her crazy.
There's a moment when Diane begins to feel that familiar tightening — she starts to clench, and her eyes lock with the green that has gone as dark as lust can push it.
It's just a few seconds, but there in the back seat of her car, riding Cassidy Collins, the realization hits her square in the chest. It isn't only that she enjoys these encounters.
It's that this girl makes her feel... whole — in the way that makes you believe you need nothing else, and the what ifs start to surface.
"You look gorgeous when you're about to come." Then the circling thoughts scatter from Diane's mind, and the orgasm shakes her hard.
Her mouth falls open and she cries out Cassidy's name for the first time. Her eyes fill with tears from the intensity of what she's feeling, and for a moment she's certain she's going to die.
Fortunately, she survives, and she pulls in a long, deep breath as she tries to come back to herself. She feels the fingers slide out of her, and immediately arms wrap around her.
"Wait." Cassidy holds her in place when Diane tries to sit up, and runs a hand gently down her back. "Stay here with me."
Diane swallows a sob and tries — with everything she has — to quiet her mind and let herself stay pressed against the warm body of a girl who looks at her like she's the most important thing in her world, without knowing that she can't be.