Page 70 of The Forbidden Fling

Diana gripped her waist, pushing her back until she hit the dresser they were becoming so acquainted with. Faye perched on the edge, already spreading her legs wide, and Diana pushed up her T-shirt, the black lace support belt covering her stomach just visible, and fisted the fabric tight so Faye’s nipples strained against it.

Diana couldn’t think of anyone ever looking more perfect.

She slicked her fingers through her folds, and Faye arched. “Fuck, god, D—”

Faye didn’t finish the rest of her sentence. Diana sank her fingers into her, pumping hard and fast. The dresser rattled, but Faye was louder, her nails digging into Diana’s waist. Her breathy gasps forced Diana deeper, and she tilted her fingers to hit that spot that made Faye weak. She wanted to feel her tighten around her, to feel that rush of pleasure soak her. To feel her come completely undone, and for Diana to be the reason.

All for you.

Faye fell back with a groan, supporting herself with her arms, her legs wrapped around Diana’s back. Diana held her with one hand, the other fucking her with long, fast strokes, feeling her begin to tremble.

“Look at me,” Diana commanded, and Faye’s eye fluttered open. “That’s it. Watch me. You love it when I fuck you, don’t you?”

The woman could barely nod, her core contracting underneath Diana’s hand. Her gaze dropped to Diana’s chest, her eyes widening slightly.

“And so bloody pretty while I do it too.”

Faye groaned, fisting Diana’s robe in her hand and pulling it. “Your r–robe. Fuck—” Diana kissed her, and she shattered, whimpering into her mouth as she came. Diana kept the rhythm, toes curling at the sensation of squeezing around her fingers. She savoured every moan, feeding on every sound Faye gave her until she couldn’t take anymore.

As Faye loosened her grip on Diana’s robe, Diana slowly pulled out her fingers, taking them to her mouth. Faye watched the movement, still quivering, trying to steady her thighs with her hands.

Diana hummed at the sweet taste—but it wasn’t enough.

She dropped to her knees, hooking underneath Faye’s legs and pulling her flush to her eager tongue. She drank in the intoxicating taste of her—the hit instantaneous—but needed more. She kissed and lapped at her, getting lost in her wetness, burying herself between her thighs until Faye gripped the back of Diana’s head, pleading with her not to stop.

So Diana indulged, her tongue working circles over Faye’s clit until she cried out again, tugging at Diana’s scalp.

Almost suffocated by the squeeze of her thighs, Diana spread them apart, mesmerised by the glistening wetness. How long could she get caught in this cycle, she wondered, before one of them tapped out? Was it possible to overdose on a person?

She swept the length of her again before pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh and finally coming up for air.

The sight of Faye, shiny with sweat, hair dishevelled and falling out of her bun, had the corners of her mouth twitching.

“I think you might have killed me if you’d have started again,” Faye said. “I’m pretty sure my clit has fallen off.”

Diana shook her head, unable to hide a smile, and offered a hand to help Faye up.

“No. No. I need a minute after that last one.” Faye let out a happy sigh and stretched her legs. “I swear they just keep getting better and better.”

“You did seem especially fond of my robe today.”

“It’s hot. I mean, I’m pretty sure you could wear a potato sack and still look sensational.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Sensational, huh?”

“You deserve all the adjectives, Diana. Resplendent, splendiferous…pulchritudinous.”

“Pulchritudinous?”

Faye grinned. “My dad used to do ‘archaic word of the day’, and it’s a pretty fun one. But yeah, that purple robe is pulchritudinous; the perfect choice for a queen.”

“I’m glad it pleases thee so.” She brushed her hand down the robe, feeling its silkiness, and smiled, remembering their day at the ruins. The play pretend and silliness, the fun side Faye so easily brought out in her.

Even Molly had noticed it too.

Best not think about that now.

Faye made to sit up, letting out a mixture of groans and laughter as she did so. “Although your robe did start to open up at one point. I tried to tell you, but well, my words weren’t really working. I didn’t see anything, though.” She smoothed the fold with her fingers, and Diana’s breath hitched as she grazed the bare skin of her chest. “Just this. Here.”