Page 57 of The Forbidden Fling

Faye pushed herself up, head down, giving Diana the perfect view of her slick entrance.

Diana positioned herself on the bed, tracing two fingers through her wet heat.

Faye shivered. “God, Diana, you’re killing me.” When Diana’s fingers stilled, she added, “I’m not complaining, by the way. I’m having a great time absolutely losing my mind over here.”

Diana couldn’t stop the smirk on her face as she applied more pressure, circling Faye’s clit and hearing her reaction. As more wetness flooded her fingers, she dipped closer, replacing her fingers with her mouth.

Faye gasped and groaned into the pillow as Diana explored with her tongue, slipping deeper into her. One taste of her tangy sweetness, and she was addicted, kissing, lapping, and sucking at her, Faye’s moans deepening the ache in her own pussy.

“God, you taste good.”

She spread her wider, teasing at her with flicks of her tongue. Faye whimpered, her legs trembling beneath Diana’s hands. As much as she wanted to stay there all night and let Faye finish on her tongue, she wanted to see her face while she did so.

She pulled back, pressing her hand flat to Faye’s clit. Faye groaned, rubbing against the contact, breathing heavily.

“Turn around.”

Faye grumbled again. “Diana, I—”

“You’ll do as I say if you want to come.”

Faye fisted the sheets before flipping over, her stare burning into her. Her quiet defiance only pleased Diana more. Her thighs continued to tremble, and Diana leaned over her, taking her lip into her mouth. Faye grasped at her, pulling her closer, and she deepened the kiss, slipping their tongues together.

Faye bucked underneath her. “Fucking hell.”

Diana broke the kiss and slid down Faye’s front to rest between her legs. She pushed them apart, leaving her fingers on her thighs, her face just inches away from her. “I want to be able to see your face.” Her eyes flicked from Faye’s wet heat to meet her gaze. She pressed a kiss to her sensitive spot before sweeping her tongue over her. Faye reacted immediately, and Diana did it again, this time a little slower. “I’ve been wondering if your orgasm tastes as sweet as the rest of you does.”

She let her mouth do the rest of the talking, building slow circles around Faye’s clit, soaking in every reply she gave her. God, she loved the feel of her. The taste. She noted every detail. How Faye’s brows were furrowed slightly, her lips parted, her eyes dark with unhinged desire. How her soft moans mixed with chesty sighs. And how every one made Diana’s clit swell.

Deciding she’d teased her enough, she quickened her pace, and Faye writhed on the bed. She traced two fingers up her soaked entrance, sensing she was close, and slipped them inside.

“F–fuck—Diana—”

Her stomach rolled, hearing her name leave Faye’s lips. She flicked her tongue right where Faye needed it, her fingers giving that extra friction to push her over the edge.

Faye cried out, legs trembling and locking around Diana’s head. She continued to roll over her clit, dipping lower and replacing her fingers with her tongue. Warm liquid flooded her mouth, and she groaned at the sweet taste, gripping Faye’s thighs and pulling her closer. She looked up to find Faye watching her through half-closed eyelids. When their gazes locked, Faye groaned again, her muscles contracting underneath Diana.

Diana passed her tongue lazily over her, evidence of her orgasm coating her cheeks, then propped herself on her elbows, taking her in.

Faye followed her movement, still breathing heavily. “That was intense.”

Diana planted a kiss on the inside of her thigh, caught between quiet disbelief and pure satisfaction.

“I don’t think I’ve mentioned this before,” Faye started, voice gravelly. “But you’re so fucking hot.” She gave her a goofy half-grin. “Seriously, though. How is it legal for someone to be that attractive?”

“You flatter me.” Diana pushed herself up further. “But I’m not finished with you yet.”

Faye sat up too, gripping the material of Diana’s dress and wrapping it around her fingers. “If you think I’m going to let you out of here without taking this off again, you’re sorely mistaken.”

The hesitation must’ve shown on Diana’s face before she could squash it. Faye’s smile faded. “What’s wrong, Diana?”

Now the question had been put to her, the fear became real. Tangible. Sticking to the roof of her mouth like glue.

What was wrong?

She’d always been able to separate sex from relationships. If she hadn’t got the stress relief from somewhere with all her work pressures, she’d have imploded. But the encounters were routine. Emotionless. Controlled. One-night stands that Diana never thought about again.

But the woman in front of her was different.