Chapter Twenty-Nine
Faye
Faye urged her hands to move faster. Emptying her bag was rarely a time-friendly activity, but when Diana was waiting on the other side of the door, voice laced with promises of wonderfully filthy things, she couldn’t move quickly enough.
They’d already had the entire day building up until this moment—stealing kisses and touches throughout the wedding celebration—on top of their three months apart.
Then Diana had insisted they walk the further few minutes to her cabin for reasons that “will become clear soon”.
Faye couldn’t move without the reminder sitting uncomfortably in her underwear.
Whatever the suggestion implied, it had the desired effect.
And the more she thought about Diana—her Diana—waiting for her in the bedroom, the more the feeling grew.
She triple-checked the seal around her stoma, making sure everything was secure, then quickly gussied up in the mirror and opened the bathroom door.
Diana was waiting for her on the bed, one leg crossed over the other, her burgundy dress riding up her thigh. Faye’s mouth dried as she stood, closing the distance with the grace of a lioness.
Wordlessly, Diana gripped her hip, pulling her in for a kiss like it was the first time she’d seen her.
Her mouth explored hers, soft, toe-curlingly slow, like she was rediscovering something special, not wanting to leave any place untouched.
Faye couldn’t stop the whimper leaving her throat.
Her stomach bottomed out, the floor almost falling from under her.
Diana’s hands slid lower, smoothing her dress and squeezing the curve of her arse. The force made Faye pull back with a gasp. Her heart thudded hard in her throat. Their chests pressed against each other, eyes looking deep into a place Faye had never reached before.
She pressed her lips to the soft spot on Diana’s neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses to her ear. She took the lobe into her mouth, biting gently, causing a growl to erupt in Diana’s throat.
Diana pulled her back by tugging her hair, her hungry mouth claiming her neck in return.
She moaned as Diana’s lips marked her, her teeth and tongue dragging over her delicate skin with such ownership, her knees buckled.
She grasped Faye’s dress, pushing the material up her thigh and bunching it around her waist, and slid her other hand through her soaked underwear.
Diana cursed as Faye pressed into her, the pressure from her fingers making her eyes dip. “Very needy. Good. Now for the naked part.”
She lifted the dress over Faye’s head, then let it pool at her feet.
“Yours too.” Faye grasped Diana’s dress between her fingertips, rooting her in place.
Her mouth curled. “If you want it, take it.”
Faye crashed her lips to that perfect mouth, and Diana kissed her back, breaking the kiss to whisper, “You’ll have to unzip me.”
Faye turned her, placing a kiss that was all teeth at the nape of her neck before slowly lowering the zipper. She trailed kisses down the bare skin, letting the dress fall to the floor, leaving Diana in matching burgundy underwear.
“You’re perfect,” Faye murmured, tracing her nails up her spine.
Diana turned, pulling Faye’s face to hers while slipping her other hand between her legs. Faye rocked into her, and Diana let out a low, satisfied hum. She removed Faye’s bra with her free hand, releasing her breasts, naked bar her support belt.
“Is your checklist going well?” Faye breathed.
“Very well,” Diana smirked, ripping the clasp on Faye’s underwear and sliding two fingers straight inside her.
Faye gasped, digging her nails into the soft flesh of Diana’s shoulders.
“Though you might have to watch that mouth of yours,” Diana continued, her fingers deep, her thumb rolling slowly over her clit. “Or are you goading for a spanking?”
Fresh heat flooded her, coiling tight in her centre. Faye had never considered how incredibly hot it would be to have Diana’s hand mark her.
Ignoring those fantasies of the cane, of course.
She squirmed under Diana’s gaze as a new ache throbbed in her clit, caught between wanting to push her and wanting to give in.
“Maybe,” she uttered, breathless.
Diana quirked an eyebrow. “Maybe?” She hooked her fingers upwards, a reminder of the control she had, and Faye inhaled.
“That’s not definitive enough.” She guided Faye back to the bed until her thighs hit the mattress and leaned closer.
Her tongue flicked out, wetting her lips, and Faye’s pussy ached at the sight. She wanted that tongue in her mouth.
Faye closed the distance, but Diana pulled back with a playful grin, dipping close to bite her lip.
When she released it, she removed her fingers, spinning Faye so her back was flush to Diana’s chest. She bent her forward, tracing her fingertips up her spine, and pressed her pelvis into her.
A jolt of pleasure spiralled in Faye’s core.
“I need you to use your words, Faye.” Diana caressed her arsecheek, gripping hard, before smoothing it. “Is this what you want? To be bent over like the naughty girl you are?”
Fuck.
Diana wrapped her arms around her, placing biting kisses along her shoulder and back, making her squirm. Her hands drifted lower again, leaving fire in their wake. She fisted Faye’s cheek. “Is this what three months without me does to you? Do you need a reminder of who is in control here?”
Faye’s entire body ached. “Yes.”
She softened a little. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, Diana. I want you to do anything you want to me.”
“Very well.” She leaned Faye forward, pressing her into the bed so that Faye was supporting herself with her hands. Then she brought her hand to her cheek with a slap.
Faye gripped the sheets as heat spread through her.
“How was that?” Diana whispered, her warm hand smoothing the flesh.
“Good…I like it.”
“Do you think you could take more?”
“Yes. Harder.”
“You want me to leave a mark, don’t you? Want everyone to know who you belong to?”
“Yes.”
She spanked her again, hard enough to make her grit her teeth. Faye exhaled, tingling and buzzing with adrenaline. Her pussy ached, her clit begging for attention.
She wanted to be Diana’s. In every sense of the word.
“Are you going to behave now?” Diana asked, caressing the area she’d just slapped.
“I will.”
“One more. You’re taking it so well. Think you can handle another?” When Faye said yes, Diana brought her hand to her cheek again, the force fanning the ache in her pelvis.
Diana gently caressed her sore behind, then her fingers crept closer to her pussy, spreading her open. Faye moaned, gripping the sheets, her head face down on the bed, her thighs dripping.
Diana sank her tongue into her, warm and wet, and Faye let out a cry. She lifted her hips, pushing into Diana as she pulled her closer. Her long, deep strokes were mixed with kisses and gentle sucks, every touch driving Faye further into the mattress.
When a finger teased through her folds, she whimpered, her legs violently trembling, three months of coiled-up tension already threatening to unravel her. Diana sank two fingers into her, and Faye arched on the bed.
“Fuck… Yes. Diana, please.”
Diana thrust her fingers, hitting her so perfectly, she couldn’t contain it.
“Oh—god—yes!”
Seconds later, the pressure combusted, and she fell headfirst into an all-consuming orgasm.
Her legs quivered, tightening around Diana’s fingers, and the sound of Diana’s pleasure catapulted her higher into the ceiling.
She panted into the sheet, the grip tight in her fist, as hot white pleasure crested over her.
“God, I missed you,” she said, somewhere in a daze.
“You like a little spanking,” Diana murmured. “Noted.”
Diana slowly removed her hand, replacing it with her mouth again. Faye whimpered as her tongue swept over her, her legs trembling with sensitivity. Diana’s satisfied purr sent vibrations through every nerve-ending, making her pussy already ache for more.
“You taste so good,” Diana said as she pulled back, leaving Faye a shaky mess on the bed, blinking away stars.
The sound of a zip opening caught Faye’s attention. She let her tired body collapse, angling her head to see Diana foraging in her suitcase. Her eyes took in Diana’s beautiful form as she stood.
Faye clocked the silky bag and swallowed. A bag like that only meant one thing.
“Have you used one of these before?” Diana asked, with a sly smile, pulling out a pink dildo and its harness from inside.
Faye shook her head, eyes widening at the length of the toy. The thought of Diana using that on her stirred desire low in her navel.
“A little presumptuous, don’t you think?” she teased, raising her eyebrow. “Bringing your bag of goodies?”
“I’d opt for…optimistic.” Diana gave a sultry smirk.
“Very optimistic if you think you’ll fit that whole thing inside of me.”
“You’ll be surprised.” Diana laughed, and then her expression became serious. “Of course, we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
“I want to. I want to try everything with you.”
That made Diana grin. She crossed the room to capture her mouth with a fierce kiss. And just like that, the fire reignited, her body a helpless slave to Diana’s every touch.
Diana pulled back. “Tell me if anything hurts or is too much. We can take it slow.” Then, hearing the words leave her mouth and the look on Faye’s face, her eyes sparkled with something only the two of them shared.
“I’m getting déjà vu.”
“Shut up.”
Faye kissed her again, just because she could, feeling Diana smile into her lips.
“I want you to put it on me,” Diana said, breath hot against her mouth, sliding her hands to Faye’s wrists.
“Me?” Faye hesitated. “But I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“I’ll show you. Here.” Diana laid the black harness on the floor and stepped inside the two leg hoops. “Pull it up.”
Faye did as she asked, skimming the material up her freckled thighs and tightening the straps.
“Now place her inside there and make sure she’s secure.”
“Her?”