Page 108 of The Forbidden Fling

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.”