Page 37 of The Forbidden Fling

“Fine.” Faye tightened her legs around Diana’s waist. She’d agree to anything to kiss her again. “But you know what I want. Please.” She pulled Diana’s face to hers, locking her in a kiss. The taste of her sweet tongue in her mouth made her whimper, pushing her to the edge.

When they parted, both panting, Diana whispered, “But do you know what I want?”

Her soft breath against Faye’s lips made her shiver, and she shook her head. A million different scenarios fired through her brain, making it impossible to think. She wanted all of them. At once. Her clit was going to explode. She didn’t know where this energy had burst from, but she wanted to take full advantage, afraid it might slip away if her brain started to wake up.

Diana kissed her again, slow and soft, her teeth pulling at Faye’s bottom lip. “I want you to show me what you were doing. Before I rudely interrupted you.”

Her throat tightened. “You want to watch me touch myself?”

“Is that a problem?”

“No.” The only problem would be if Diana stopped touching her. When her voice took on that low, husky tone, she was pretty sure she’d do anything she asked.

Diana untangled herself from Faye’s legs and stood. Faye missed her weight immediately. She leaned against the stack of plump pillows behind her, while Diana moved to the foot of the bed, her eyes glued to Faye like she was a work of art.

God. Another roll of pleasure swelled in her centre, and she groaned, touching her throbbing clit. Even this dance with Diana was intoxicating. The way she demanded her attention. How that fuelled Faye, made her drunk on the feeling.

The best thing was that she didn’t care about her bag. Her brain was focused on doing, not thinking, and that was fucking magical.

She pressed her fingers harder through the soaking material, loving the way Diana followed every movement. The power it gave her.

“Let me see you,” Diana rasped, voice dark and velvet-smooth.

A deep throb pounded in Faye’s pelvis, and she opened her legs wide. Diana’s focus fell between her thighs, and she rubbed herself in circles, letting out a little whimper. She was so turned on, she could feel herself pulse underneath her fingers.

“Did you keep that closed the whole time?” Diana nodded at the fasteners on her underwear.

“I was so wet, I didn’t need to open it.”

She caught the dip in Diana’s eyes, how her teeth dragged over her bottom lip.

“Thinking of you tends to have that reaction,” Faye murmured.

Diana’s mouth curled into a slow, sexy smirk. “Show me.”

Faye fumbled for the vibrator in the bedsheet and wasted no time in finding the same setting as earlier. When she brushed it against herself, her whole body convulsed. “Oh…fuck.”

Her eyes squeezed shut as she rolled her hips. Only one thing fired through her mind on repeat. Diana. Diana. Diana.

She forced her eyes open, needing to see her, needing to check this was actually happening. The sight of Diana at the foot of the bed sent another bolt of pleasure through her core, and her hips bucked.

“I’m…not…gonna last long,” she managed between gasps. “I want to…feel you.”

She was losing focus. All she could think about was how the most attractive woman she’d ever seen was standing a metre away and not touching her.

“Diana,” she pleaded. Her voice bordered on a whine, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. “I need your fingers. Please.”

The slight quirk of Diana’s lips, cracking through her serious, sultry expression, almost pushed her over the edge. But Diana didn’t move. How could one woman hold that much power?

For a horrible second, Faye thought she was going to deny her. Then something flickered across Diana’s face, and she glided to her side of the bed. Faye’s core tightened as she approached, dress swaying around her hips, the scent of her perfume tangling in her senses.

In one movement, she popped the fasteners on her underwear. A jolt of pleasure pinged through her pussy. Then slowly, Diana slid her fingers up her slick entrance and around her swollen clit.

“Oh, fuck!” Faye grasped her shoulders.

“You’re so wet,” Diana hummed, leaning over her. “This is what you want?”

A rush of pleasure erupted through her as Diana slipped her fingers inside.