Page 80 of The Forbidden Fling

She picked up the glass from the sink and stepped inside the shower, water droplets sprinkling her skin as she trapped the spider, then escorted the trespasser outside through the window.

“Thank you,” Diana said.

“You’re welcome.” She leaned against the tiles. “You’re kind of adorable when you’re scared.”

“I wasn’t scared. Merely caught by surprise.”

“Sure, sure. He was probably just a Backstreet Boys fan.”

Diana tried to hide her smile. “I don’t know what you’re inferring.”

“Mm-hmm.” She let her gaze drop over Diana’s body, her soft stomach, full breasts, the contrast of her pink nipples, sharp and hard. She was going to say something clever or make a joke, but everything emptied out of her mind.

“Are you going to join me?” Diana’s voice made her eyes drag up. “Or just continue to gawk from over there?”

Wordlessly, she moved towards her, her hands finding Diana’s waist as she stepped into the stream of warm water. She kissed her, pressing her against the wall, and the sensation rippled over her body—wanting Diana, needing her, being unable to separate the two, no matter how hard she tried. She nipped at her lip, lowering her hands to tug their bodies closer together.

Diana groaned, putting her hand to Faye’s chest. “As much as I’d love to, we don’t have time.”

“Are you sure? That sounds like a challenge to me.” She flexed her hands, which were still cupping Diana’s arsecheeks. “I’m already wet, I bet it wouldn’t take longer than a minute.”

She caught the flicker in Diana’s eyes, then gasped when her hand pressed against her clit. She moaned at the fingers gliding through her folds.

“A minute, you say?” Diana murmured, slipping inside her easily. Faye arched, letting Diana turn her, then bend her over, her fingers pushing deeper. “Then that’s all you’ve got.”

She started fucking her hard and fast, and Faye whimpered, supporting herself on the wall with one hand, the other reaching behind her to grab Diana’s waist.

Diana twirled Faye’s hair into a makeshift ponytail down her back, holding it with her free hand. “I wish I had my strap,” she said breathlessly. “God, the things I want to do to you.” She pulled on Faye’s hair, tightening her grip, thrusting inside her, drawing her closer and closer to the edge.

Each drive of Diana’s fingers was thorough, punishing, and deliciously building pleasure in her centre. “F–fuck, Diana. I’m close.”

Faye whined when Diana stopped fucking her for a second, pulling her upright and guiding her foot onto the shower shelf. She pressed into her back, nipples sharp, and kissed her neck, the water drizzling over them, and spread Faye wider with her fingers, rolling her thumb over her clit.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” she said, half-whisper, half-growl. “Then show me just how bad you need it.”

“P–please, Diana. I want to come for you so badly. I can’t get enough of—fuck!”

Diana filled her again, deeper, hitting a sensitive spot that she hadn’t been able to reach before. It wasn’t long before Faye was cursing, the coil in her core winding tighter and tighter until it snapped. She cried out, the air ripping from her lungs as she came hard around Diana’s fingers, her legs barely holding her own weight.

Diana held her upright while her body trembled, the shower sprinkling them with droplets. Faye relaxed into her, the tightness in her chest easing, but her breathing still shallow.

Diana pressed a kiss to her shoulder, and her spine tingled. “We might have run a little over, but it was totally worth it to feel you fall apart like that.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

Diana hummed her approval, adding another kiss. “But we really have to get ready now.”

Faye begrudgingly untangled herself from Diana’s warmth and turned to face her on shaky legs. She blew out a breath as she leaned back against the tiles, feeling the exquisite ache everywhere. Diana started washing herself, and even that she found mesmerising. The way her hands moved, the fingers that had just brought her to such a brilliant climax now busying themselves doing something mundane. But none of the ordinary things were mundane with Diana.

A different ache pulled at her. The one craving all life’s simplicities without a time limit or flights heading in different directions looming over their heads.

Her eyelids pricked, and she looked down at her feet. God, her hormones were all over the place. Thankfully, the mix of water and steam hid her swell of emotion, and she gathered herself.

She plucked at her support belt, the material clinging to her like a sloppy second skin. She wanted to take it off, but a sudden shyness fell over her. What if Diana didn’t mind her bag when it was mostly hidden away? Would she feel differently if she saw Faye without her cover-up?

It might’ve been her post-orgasm brain talking, but Faye didn’t want to hide anything from Diana. She wanted her to know all of her before they left.

“Do you mind if I take my support off?” she asked. “It’d be nice to shower without it.”