Page 71 of The Forbidden Fling

Faye traced the fabric of Diana’s gown, almost as if she couldn’t look her in the eye. Even deep in the throes of passion, seconds away from combusting, she still wanted to respect Diana’s privacy. That touched her in a place so delicate, it was hard to bear.

“Can I ask a question?” Faye said, her attention still on Diana’s gown.

“Of course.”

“Are you naked under here?”

Diana’s heart kicked up another notch. “Yes.”

Faye groaned like the answer was painful, but she didn’t press. “That is…good to know.”

Diana knew how much she wanted her; she saw it in Faye’s eyes, felt it in the way she kissed her. But Faye hadn’t pushed, not once, since their conversation.

If Faye had been brave enough, with all her concerns about her stoma, Diana could be brave too.

Could she?

Faye finally looked at her, those big blues soft and full of emotion. She caught her reflection in them, wondering what Faye saw, then closed the distance, capturing her with a kiss. Slow. Deliberate. Like they had all the time in the world, and it wasn’t slipping through their fingers. Desire pulled low in her belly, curling deeper when Faye kissed her back, just as soft. Like Diana was something she was afraid to ruin.

But maybe she already was ruined.

“Undress me.”

Faye pulled back. “What?”

Diana cupped her face, looking deep into her eyes, hoping she could see how much she wanted this too. “Undress me.”

The words caught in the air between them.

“Are you sure?” Faye continued searching, and the kindness in her gaze made Diana want this even more.

“I want to feel your hands on me. I want you to know how much my body craves yours.”

“Fuck.” Faye’s throat bobbed, and Diana wanted to follow the movement with her tongue, her teeth. To mark her, leave an imprint of herself that could never be washed off.

Faye loosened the tie around Diana’s waist, slowly, as though she was waiting for her to change her mind. The thin material opened, and Faye dragged her gaze over the bare skin revealed, with a mixture of curiosity and hunger that had Diana pulsing. Faye slipped a hand underneath one of the folds, caressing Diana’s collarbone as she gently it eased over her shoulder. Then she repeated the movement on the other side, letting the gown drop to the floor with a whisper.

The room filled with the sound of their breathing.

Something so simple had wetness already gathering between Diana’s legs. She’d never felt more naked—or more alive. Laying herself bare for someone, giving them something she normally kept locked away.

“Oh my god. You’re a fucking masterpiece, Diana.”

Faye pressed her lips to Diana’s chest, the warmth making her tingle—or maybe it was the soft hands, skimming her as though trying to memorise every detail. Faye was gentle at first, caressing her waist, the swell of her hips, then she stood, pushing off the dresser, her hands firmer, confident, as she guided Diana back to the bed.

Diana had forgotten just how good it felt to surrender to the feeling. Control kept her safe, absolutely, but it restrained her from really letting go. How might it feel to give herself to Faye? She couldn’t lie and say it was just about sex anymore; it was more than that. And as Faye leaned over her, eyes commanding her, she wanted to give herself. She wanted to give herself so much, if she stopped to think about why, she might cry.

Her back hit the headboard, and all those thoughts vanished, her mind driven solely by her throbbing clit and how badly she needed Faye to touch her. For her to know how much she wanted her too.

“I want to kiss every part of you.” Faye’s breath tickled her stomach as she followed through on the promise, peppering her torso with kisses until she reached her nipple. “Your boobs are perfect.”

Diana hummed as Faye took her nipple between her lips, teasing her with her tongue. Slowly at first, testing, then harder as she sucked more of her breast into her mouth. With her free hand, she caressed the other breast, rolling her hardened nub between her fingers.

“Harder,” Diana commanded, her clit pulsing with every flick of Faye’s tongue against her nipple.

Faye obeyed, sucking and nipping with her teeth, sending hot jolts of pleasure between Diana’s legs. Her breath hitched as Faye trailed a hand lazily down her waist, a teasing thumb resting just above her clit.

Faye pulled back, and those striking eyes floored her. Was she asking for permission, or wanting Diana to see how much this was affecting her, too?