Chapter Seventeen
Diana
As the door to Faye’s cabin slammed closed behind them, their mouths collided. Hands that had been structured and formal for the dance now roamed and pulled at any hot flesh they could find. Hard, hungry, and heavy.
Diana kissed Faye back with equal need, as though every second had been building until they could be alone in this room again.
She could already feel herself soaked through her underwear. She needed to pace herself. Take it slow.
She pressed Faye to the wall, letting her weight hold her there while her lips softened to trace her jaw and neck. Her teeth grazed the sensitive point she’d committed to memory, and Faye groaned.
“Fuck. I love it when you do that.”
Diana responded by doing it again, a little harder, and Faye dug her nails into her back.
Her stomach pulled, a fresh wave of arousal flooding between her thighs. She shifted, doing her best not to squirm under the pressure building. If she were ten years younger, she’d not have so much resistance, but fine-tuning her control made everything much easier to manage.
Faye ran her hands over her back and then gripped her waist. Diana let her curl her fingers under her dress for a moment before directing her attention elsewhere. Her collarbone. Her neck. Her ear.
She savoured each sound, each whimper; every shred of evidence of Faye’s pleasure deepened the ache sitting low in her navel. When she pulled back, Faye’s eyes were hooded, a deep indigo as they combed Diana’s face.
“You’re so fucking hot,” she said.
Her mouth ticked at the edges. The compliment warmed her—all the more as it came from Faye. To avoid thinking about it too deeply, she kissed her again, this time deep and slow, her fingers tangling in Faye’s hair.
Faye pulled back suddenly. “Just give me five mins to empty my bag. I’ll be right back.”
“Of course. Take your time.” Diana watched her until she turned around in the doorway to the bathroom, flashing her a red-faced grin.
God. She’s cute.
She let out a shaky breath to collect herself and straightened her dress. She looked at herself in the mirror, fluffed up her hair, then took a seat on the edge of the bed. Her heart continued to race; her skin tingled like an electric current ran through it. She wasn’t sure why she was so…nervous.
Diana didn’t get nervous.
She shook her head, letting her gaze pass over the room as the clang of cupboards being opened and closed came from the bathroom.
Faye’s space was tidy. Either she’d anticipated this might happen and prepared for it, or she naturally kept things organised.
The stack of books beside the bed were in colour order, making a rainbow of fiction mixed with non-fiction nature books and her sudoku.
Her make-up and extra medical supplies were arranged on the dresser, tidied into patterned zip-bags.
The only thing out of place was a pair of large pineapple sunglasses.
Before she could go and inspect them, the door clunked behind her, and she turned. Faye was resting against the door-jamb, wearing black lingerie. The patterned lace rose over her belly button, and a matching bra held her cleavage.
Wow.
Diana didn’t hide the look on her face as she drank her in. She wanted Faye to know just how beautiful she was. She wanted to show her.
She rose, closing the distance between them, and brushed her fingers over the lace. “You look incredible, but I hope you know, you don’t have to hide your bag from me.”
Faye let out a nervous laugh. “It makes me more comfortable like this. Keeps things secure, you know?”
“Alright. Good. And you know we can take—”
“If you say take things slow one more time, I swear I’m going to lose my mind.” There was a teasing tone to her words, but it sure sounded like a challenge.
“Come.” Diana headed back to the bed and took a seat, tapping the space next to her. “Sit.”
Faye did as she asked, moistening her lips. Nervous? Good.
“I’m not sure what your previous love affairs have been like.
” Diana took her chin gently, turning her to look at her.
“But I take my time. I don’t rush.” She brushed a thumb over her mouth.
“I’ll give you what you need. My tongue?
My fingers? But you have to understand, the best things in life are worth prolonging. You need to exercise some patience.”
Faye nodded, her chin still cupped by Diana’s hand.
“Good.”
“I’m not trying to be a brat,” Faye said. “It’s just hard for me. Before I met you, I had no desire for any of this stuff. I just felt so…unsexy. Now it’s like that part of me has woken up. I want you so badly, it hurts.”
Faye’s words landed square in Diana’s chest. So raw. So…vulnerable.
Faye opened her mouth to talk again, but Diana silenced her with her finger. “Lie back,” she commanded.
Faye shuffled to the headboard, propping herself against a pillow.
Diana’s eyes dipped. “Let me see you.”
Understanding dawned on Faye’s face and, slowly, she unfastened the clips securing her underwear, popping them one by one. Then she spread her legs, letting Diana see all of her glistening wetness.
“Perfect.” Diana swallowed, her own arousal curling in her centre. “Now turn around. Get on your knees. Let me see that pretty pussy from behind.”
Faye pushed herself up, head down, giving Diana the perfect view of her slick entrance.
Diana positioned herself on the bed, tracing two fingers through her wet heat.
Faye shivered. “God, Diana, you’re killing me.” When Diana’s fingers stilled, she added, “I’m not complaining, by the way. I’m having a great time absolutely losing my mind over here.”
Diana couldn’t stop the smirk on her face as she applied more pressure, circling Faye’s clit and hearing her reaction. As more wetness flooded her fingers, she dipped closer, replacing her fingers with her mouth.
Faye gasped and groaned into the pillow as Diana explored with her tongue, slipping deeper into her. One taste of her tangy sweetness, and she was addicted, kissing, lapping, and sucking at her, Faye’s moans deepening the ache in her own pussy.
“God, you taste good.”
She spread her wider, teasing at her with flicks of her tongue. Faye whimpered, her legs trembling beneath Diana’s hands. As much as she wanted to stay there all night and let Faye finish on her tongue, she wanted to see her face while she did so.
She pulled back, pressing her hand flat to Faye’s clit. Faye groaned, rubbing against the contact, breathing heavily.
“Turn around.”
Faye grumbled again. “Diana, I—”
“You’ll do as I say if you want to come.”
Faye fisted the sheets before flipping over, her stare burning into her.
Her quiet defiance only pleased Diana more.
Her thighs continued to tremble, and Diana leaned over her, taking her lip into her mouth.
Faye grasped at her, pulling her closer, and she deepened the kiss, slipping their tongues together.
Faye bucked underneath her. “Fucking hell.”
Diana broke the kiss and slid down Faye’s front to rest between her legs.
She pushed them apart, leaving her fingers on her thighs, her face just inches away from her.
“I want to be able to see your face.” Her eyes flicked from Faye’s wet heat to meet her gaze.
She pressed a kiss to her sensitive spot before sweeping her tongue over her.
Faye reacted immediately, and Diana did it again, this time a little slower.
“I’ve been wondering if your orgasm tastes as sweet as the rest of you does. ”
She let her mouth do the rest of the talking, building slow circles around Faye’s clit, soaking in every reply she gave her.
God, she loved the feel of her. The taste.
She noted every detail. How Faye’s brows were furrowed slightly, her lips parted, her eyes dark with unhinged desire.
How her soft moans mixed with chesty sighs.
And how every one made Diana’s clit swell.
Deciding she’d teased her enough, she quickened her pace, and Faye writhed on the bed. She traced two fingers up her soaked entrance, sensing she was close, and slipped them inside.
“F–fuck—Diana—”
Her stomach rolled, hearing her name leave Faye’s lips. She flicked her tongue right where Faye needed it, her fingers giving that extra friction to push her over the edge.
Faye cried out, legs trembling and locking around Diana’s head.
She continued to roll over her clit, dipping lower and replacing her fingers with her tongue.
Warm liquid flooded her mouth, and she groaned at the sweet taste, gripping Faye’s thighs and pulling her closer.
She looked up to find Faye watching her through half-closed eyelids.
When their gazes locked, Faye groaned again, her muscles contracting underneath Diana.
Diana passed her tongue lazily over her, evidence of her orgasm coating her cheeks, then propped herself on her elbows, taking her in.
Faye followed her movement, still breathing heavily. “That was intense.”
Diana planted a kiss on the inside of her thigh, caught between quiet disbelief and pure satisfaction.
“I don’t think I’ve mentioned this before,” Faye started, voice gravelly. “But you’re so fucking hot.” She gave her a goofy half-grin. “Seriously, though. How is it legal for someone to be that attractive?”
“You flatter me.” Diana pushed herself up further. “But I’m not finished with you yet.”
Faye sat up too, gripping the material of Diana’s dress and wrapping it around her fingers. “If you think I’m going to let you out of here without taking this off again, you’re sorely mistaken.”
The hesitation must’ve shown on Diana’s face before she could squash it. Faye’s smile faded. “What’s wrong, Diana?”
Now the question had been put to her, the fear became real. Tangible. Sticking to the roof of her mouth like glue.
What was wrong?