Page 38 of The Forbidden Fling

Diana raised an eyebrow. “I can’t hear you, Faye.”

“Y–yes.” Lust robbed her of her voice as it claimed her completely. “Please, Diana. Fuck me.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Diana pumped her fingers lightly, every reaction tracked by her steely gaze. Faye squirmed, a moan tearing out of her throat. Satisfied, Diana fucked her harder, her fingers gliding easily.

Faye clawed at her, pressing her head into the pillow. The sensation of Diana’s fingers inside her, the delicious friction, tightened and swelled in her centre, pushing her over the edge.

“F–fuck! I’m—” She cried out as the feeling crested and burst, flooding all of her senses. Unlike before, the intensity didn’t die. She grasped at Diana as her legs trembled, her muscles quivering, hot pleasure firing through her until she was completely spent.

She lay back on the bed, head dizzy, chest tight. The feeling lingered, fogging her brain. As the ceiling swirled above her, she could hardly breathe.

Now that was an orgasm.

It was only when Diana tilted her fingers upwards, and she gasped, that she realised she was still inside her.

She looked into her eyes, drinking in the different shades of gold and brown as they combed her naked body. Realising Diana was still fully clothed, she wound the material between her fingers, giving a light tug. “This hardly seems fair.”

Laughter quirked Diana’s mouth. “We’re taking it slow.”

Faye didn’t have it in her to be irked. She’d go at whatever pace Diana wanted. To do anything with her was nothing short of miraculous.

She reached out and tucked Diana’s hair behind her ear, just because she could, letting her thumb caress her cheekbone, then her favourite mole. She thought she knew the answer to the question swirling in her brain, but she had to check.

“Does that mean you’ve accepted my proposal, then?”

Chapter Twelve

Faye

“Don’t forget about your breathing,” Riley called out from the front of yoga class, where she sat cross-legged by the fountain, her blonde hair falling in long waves past her shoulders. “In…and feel your spine lengthening.”

Faye sat up a little straighter, noticing the slump in her posture. She sucked in a lungful of air, spreading her shoulders and trying to ease the restless feeling in her bones.

“Out…and gently open your hips. Feel the sensation of your breath as it enters and leaves your body.”

Faye pressed her hands into her knees, feeling the light burn through her muscles as she stretched a little wider. She was surprised by how much she was enjoying her morning yoga sessions. All that time lying in bed hadn’t done her joints any favours, but she was already noticing subtle differences as her body worked with her for a change.

Though her body was still feeling heat in other places.

She opened one eye again, peeking at the back of the gorgeous woman’s head a few places in front. Diana looked like she’d been doing this for years. Has she done yoga before? She’d have to ask.

Excited butterflies fluttered through her belly as the events of last night played through her mind. Diana showing up at her door, hair messy and eyes love-drunk… The graze of her fingernail down Faye’s sternum. The expert way she’d made her fall apart around her fingers.

God. It was better than she’d dared imagine. And they were still going slow. Whatever that entailed, sign Faye up for seconds and thirds.

She adjusted her legs as thick heat curled low in her belly. She should be concentrating on her breathing, but instead of Riley’s voice, Diana’s echoed low and husky in her ears. You’re so wet.

She was—and soon she would be again if she didn’t get control of herself. She opened her eyes, trying to focus on anything else. Pat, pat-pat, pat, pat-pat. Quin tapped their fingers against their knees next to her as they danced in fluid sequence. In front of them, a thick-set man’s last tuft of hair twitched in the breeze as it clung to his scalp.

“In…” Riley called. “And…out.”

Faye wondered what they were all thinking about. If other people were in a constant battle to just breathe like she was.

Was Diana, too?

Is she thinking about last night?

Her soft, wanting mouth. Her hot, silky tongue, and how Faye couldn’t wait to feel it between her legs, so Diana would really know how wet she was—no! Stop it.