Chapter Twenty #2
Faye didn’t finish the rest of her sentence.
Diana sank her fingers into her, pumping hard and fast. The dresser rattled, but Faye was louder, her nails digging into Diana’s waist. Her breathy gasps forced Diana deeper, and she tilted her fingers to hit that spot that made Faye weak.
She wanted to feel her tighten around her, to feel that rush of pleasure soak her.
To feel her come completely undone, and for Diana to be the reason.
All for you.
Faye fell back with a groan, supporting herself with her arms, her legs wrapped around Diana’s back. Diana held her with one hand, the other fucking her with long, fast strokes, feeling her begin to tremble.
“Look at me,” Diana commanded, and Faye’s eye fluttered open. “That’s it. Watch me. You love it when I fuck you, don’t you?”
The woman could barely nod, her core contracting underneath Diana’s hand. Her gaze dropped to Diana’s chest, her eyes widening slightly.
“And so bloody pretty while I do it too.”
Faye groaned, fisting Diana’s robe in her hand and pulling it.
“Your r–robe. Fuck—” Diana kissed her, and she shattered, whimpering into her mouth as she came.
Diana kept the rhythm, toes curling at the sensation of squeezing around her fingers.
She savoured every moan, feeding on every sound Faye gave her until she couldn’t take anymore.
As Faye loosened her grip on Diana’s robe, Diana slowly pulled out her fingers, taking them to her mouth. Faye watched the movement, still quivering, trying to steady her thighs with her hands.
Diana hummed at the sweet taste—but it wasn’t enough.
She dropped to her knees, hooking underneath Faye’s legs and pulling her flush to her eager tongue.
She drank in the intoxicating taste of her—the hit instantaneous—but needed more.
She kissed and lapped at her, getting lost in her wetness, burying herself between her thighs until Faye gripped the back of Diana’s head, pleading with her not to stop.
So Diana indulged, her tongue working circles over Faye’s clit until she cried out again, tugging at Diana’s scalp.
Almost suffocated by the squeeze of her thighs, Diana spread them apart, mesmerised by the glistening wetness. How long could she get caught in this cycle, she wondered, before one of them tapped out? Was it possible to overdose on a person?
She swept the length of her again before pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh and finally coming up for air.
The sight of Faye, shiny with sweat, hair dishevelled and falling out of her bun, had the corners of her mouth twitching.
“I think you might have killed me if you’d have started again,” Faye said. “I’m pretty sure my clit has fallen off.”
Diana shook her head, unable to hide a smile, and offered a hand to help Faye up.
“No. No. I need a minute after that last one.” Faye let out a happy sigh and stretched her legs. “I swear they just keep getting better and better.”
“You did seem especially fond of my robe today.”
“It’s hot. I mean, I’m pretty sure you could wear a potato sack and still look sensational.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Sensational, huh?”
“You deserve all the adjectives, Diana. Resplendent, splendiferous…pulchritudinous.”
“Pulchritudinous?”
Faye grinned. “My dad used to do ‘archaic word of the day’, and it’s a pretty fun one. But yeah, that purple robe is pulchritudinous; the perfect choice for a queen.”
“I’m glad it pleases thee so.” She brushed her hand down the robe, feeling its silkiness, and smiled, remembering their day at the ruins. The play pretend and silliness, the fun side Faye so easily brought out in her.
Even Molly had noticed it too.
Best not think about that now.
Faye made to sit up, letting out a mixture of groans and laughter as she did so.
“Although your robe did start to open up at one point. I tried to tell you, but well, my words weren’t really working.
I didn’t see anything, though.” She smoothed the fold with her fingers, and Diana’s breath hitched as she grazed the bare skin of her chest. “Just this. Here.”
Faye traced the fabric of Diana’s gown, almost as if she couldn’t look her in the eye. Even deep in the throes of passion, seconds away from combusting, she still wanted to respect Diana’s privacy. That touched her in a place so delicate, it was hard to bear.
“Can I ask a question?” Faye said, her attention still on Diana’s gown.
“Of course.”
“Are you naked under here?”
Diana’s heart kicked up another notch. “Yes.”
Faye groaned like the answer was painful, but she didn’t press. “That is…good to know.”
Diana knew how much she wanted her; she saw it in Faye’s eyes, felt it in the way she kissed her. But Faye hadn’t pushed, not once, since their conversation.
If Faye had been brave enough, with all her concerns about her stoma, Diana could be brave too.
Could she?
Faye finally looked at her, those big blues soft and full of emotion.
She caught her reflection in them, wondering what Faye saw, then closed the distance, capturing her with a kiss.
Slow. Deliberate. Like they had all the time in the world, and it wasn’t slipping through their fingers.
Desire pulled low in her belly, curling deeper when Faye kissed her back, just as soft.
Like Diana was something she was afraid to ruin.
But maybe she already was ruined.
“Undress me.”
Faye pulled back. “What?”
Diana cupped her face, looking deep into her eyes, hoping she could see how much she wanted this too. “Undress me.”
The words caught in the air between them.
“Are you sure?” Faye continued searching, and the kindness in her gaze made Diana want this even more.
“I want to feel your hands on me. I want you to know how much my body craves yours.”
“Fuck.” Faye’s throat bobbed, and Diana wanted to follow the movement with her tongue, her teeth. To mark her, leave an imprint of herself that could never be washed off.
Faye loosened the tie around Diana’s waist, slowly, as though she was waiting for her to change her mind.
The thin material opened, and Faye dragged her gaze over the bare skin revealed, with a mixture of curiosity and hunger that had Diana pulsing.
Faye slipped a hand underneath one of the folds, caressing Diana’s collarbone as she gently it eased over her shoulder.
Then she repeated the movement on the other side, letting the gown drop to the floor with a whisper.
The room filled with the sound of their breathing.
Something so simple had wetness already gathering between Diana’s legs. She’d never felt more naked—or more alive. Laying herself bare for someone, giving them something she normally kept locked away.
“Oh my god. You’re a fucking masterpiece, Diana.”
Faye pressed her lips to Diana’s chest, the warmth making her tingle—or maybe it was the soft hands, skimming her as though trying to memorise every detail.
Faye was gentle at first, caressing her waist, the swell of her hips, then she stood, pushing off the dresser, her hands firmer, confident, as she guided Diana back to the bed.
Diana had forgotten just how good it felt to surrender to the feeling.
Control kept her safe, absolutely, but it restrained her from really letting go.
How might it feel to give herself to Faye?
She couldn’t lie and say it was just about sex anymore; it was more than that.
And as Faye leaned over her, eyes commanding her, she wanted to give herself.
She wanted to give herself so much, if she stopped to think about why, she might cry.
Her back hit the headboard, and all those thoughts vanished, her mind driven solely by her throbbing clit and how badly she needed Faye to touch her. For her to know how much she wanted her too.
“I want to kiss every part of you.” Faye’s breath tickled her stomach as she followed through on the promise, peppering her torso with kisses until she reached her nipple. “Your boobs are perfect.”
Diana hummed as Faye took her nipple between her lips, teasing her with her tongue. Slowly at first, testing, then harder as she sucked more of her breast into her mouth. With her free hand, she caressed the other breast, rolling her hardened nub between her fingers.
“Harder,” Diana commanded, her clit pulsing with every flick of Faye’s tongue against her nipple.
Faye obeyed, sucking and nipping with her teeth, sending hot jolts of pleasure between Diana’s legs. Her breath hitched as Faye trailed a hand lazily down her waist, a teasing thumb resting just above her clit.
Faye pulled back, and those striking eyes floored her. Was she asking for permission, or wanting Diana to see how much this was affecting her, too?
“Don’t stop,” Diana said, her voice low in her throat.
Faye dipped her hand lower, brushing her slicked folds. “Fuck, Diana. You’re so wet.” She slid into her and pumped her fingers.
“Yes. Like that.” Diana opened her legs wider and fisted the sheets. She could’ve been embarrassed at how she sounded—so wet, so needing—but she couldn’t find it in her to care.
Faye groaned. “You feel amazing.”
Diana’s pussy clenched, orgasm already blurring the edges, and Faye groaned again, fucking her deeper.
Heat filled her, curling tighter and tighter, threatening to burst. She was close, so close, and yet part of her wanted to stay suspended, Faye’s fingers drawing her towards climax, over and over.
That way, she wouldn’t have to overthink or worry about the end of the week; she could just enjoy the feeling, this connection, for everything that it was.
“Diana,” Faye said, “Look at me. I want to see you too.”
Diana hesitated. She’d already given too much.
Parts of herself that were hard to get back.
But like everything else, somehow, she couldn’t deny Faye.
She opened her eyes, and when they landed on the gorgeous brunette, her stare dark and holding so much behind those irises, the building pressure inside finally gave way, sending blinding hot pleasure surging through her.
“Oh god, Diana, I can feel you. Come for me.”
She bit her lip to muffle her cry, her orgasm striking with such force she could barely contain it. Faye’s fingers continued to work inside her, drawing out the feeling, the waves crashing over her until her lungs burned.
Faye slowed, gently removing her fingers and placing kisses over Diana’s thighs.
Diana drew in a shaky breath, a little embarrassed by how long it was taking to pull herself together. In a dizzying haze, she still drifted somewhere up in the ceiling. She forced her focus to the woman still skimming her hips, struck by the tender way her hands caressed her skin.
“Wow. You’re incredible,” Faye said.
The words hit harder than she wanted them to.
Had she ever had a person look at her like she were gold?
Like she were treasure? Diana had told herself many times she didn’t need this.
While coworkers and friends wasted time dating, she’d focused on more important things.
She’d taken care of herself; she always did.
She’d never yearned for someone to hold her or shower her with compliments.
People had agendas and disguises. People left and lied and hurt.
So why now, in the arms of a woman she’d only known a few weeks, did it feel like she finally understood what she’d been missing?
Panic flared hard in the depths of her brain, her chest tightening.
You have this under control.
“I love all your freckles,” Faye said, joining Diana at the head of her bed, her warm body pressing into hers. She traced her fingers over the scattering of little brown spots decorating Diana’s abdomen. “But this one has always been my favourite.”
Diana’s breath hitched as her thumb brushed her cheekbone. The adoration in Faye’s eyes was so genuine, it pulled at something deep inside. Hard to look at. Hard to look away. The touch so gentle, it hurt.
The hollow ache in her chest deepened.
“Are you alright?” Faye’s voice was quiet.
Diana blinked, and a tear slipped down her cheek. Faye caught it with her thumb, her eyes searching, wanting to ask more, but perhaps too afraid to.
Heat singed Diana’s neck. What must Faye think of her? Emotional and weeping after climax like some dusty old widow. But she felt too much; the ache opened into a chasm large enough to bury her inside it.
Realising she hadn’t said anything for some time, she gave Faye a small smile.
When that didn’t ease the worry etched between her brows, she cupped her face and pulled her in for a kiss.
Soft and slow, hoping her lips could speak the words she didn’t know how to voice.
Faye tangled her hands in her hair, deepening the kiss with such want, it made her groan.
The need stirred again, possessive and hungry, and she tipped Faye onto her back, her hand already slipping between her legs. She groaned again, finding her just as wet as she knew she was herself, their kisses becoming messy and bruising.
You have this under control.
But the more she tried to tell herself that, the less she believed it.