Chapter 21

TWENTY-ONE

Diana had only been to Emily’s cottage one other time, when they’d shared pumpkin spice tea on the back porch while Emily’s rescued sparrow flitted around them. Today, Diana barely spared a look around the living area before she was kissing Emily again. Sure, she noticed the brightly colored daisies on the coffee table—the ones she’d given Emily—but then her hands were in Emily’s hair as their lips met, and everything else faded into the background.

She walked them forward until Emily’s back was against the wall, Diana’s body pressed against her everywhere she could reach. Unfortunately, her pencil skirt was too snug to let her get much leverage, but it didn’t matter. She was already throbbing without being touched. She’d been fantasizing about Emily since their night together, which meant she’d had four months to anticipate this moment. Coupled with the sexual frustration she’d experienced since she got to Vermont, she probably wasn’t going to last long tonight.

Nothing like last time.

“I want you to be yourself this time,” Emily said. One of her hands slid between them, rubbing over the front of Diana’s skirt, and she arched her hips into Emily’s touch, already eager to be out of her clothes.

“Myself?” she asked, her voice rough with need.

Emily nodded, still rubbing her over her skirt, and Diana had to bite her lip to keep from whining with impatience. “We were acting out fantasies, and you let me be in control, but tonight, I want to experience the real you. Be as dominant as you like. I want it.”

Emily’s eyes were dark, her hair hanging messily around her face, and she looked so beautiful, so sexy, Diana could barely speak.

She swallowed, pushing Emily’s hand away as she reached below the hem of Emily’s knee-length dress. After months of thinking about it, she was going to ravage Emily, and this wall looked like an excellent place to start. “I want you right here the first time.”

Emily nodded quickly, her expression pleading, and Diana felt another rush of arousal as she realized she wasn’t the only one feeling a bit desperate here. Her suspicion was confirmed as her fingers brushed the wet fabric of Emily’s underwear. Diana hooked a finger under the band and tugged them down while Emily wriggled and kicked until they were on the floor.

“Have you thought about this since that night?” Diana asked as her fingers met Emily’s wet flesh.

Emily gasped. “Yes.”

“Tell me.” Diana kept her touch teasingly light, refamiliarizing herself with Emily’s body as she waited for her response. And suddenly, she was dying to know. Maybe because Diana had spent so much time fantasizing about that night, she needed to know if it had meant as much to Emily .

“Diana…” Emily’s breath hitched as Diana brushed a thumb over her clit. “I’ve never felt that powerful during sex before.”

“Yeah?” Diana teased a finger against her entrance. “You enjoyed being in control?”

Emily nodded, her cheeks flushed. “You’re powerful. I felt it from the moment I met you. You’re confident and sexy and so assertive. You know what you want, and you just go for it. So for you to let me be in control that night? Yeah, it was memorable for me. Diana, please.” Her hips bucked against Diana’s hand.

But Diana wouldn’t be rushed. She continued her slow exploration of Emily’s body, gradually working her up…and working herself up in the process. Diana’s core ached. Her panties were soaked. And she was loving every moment. “Do you think about me when you touch yourself?”

Emily whimpered, her hands grasping at Diana’s waist, dragging her closer. “Yes. God, yes, I’ve thought about you…I’ve fantasized about you. That night…it was the best sex of my life, okay?”

That got Diana’s attention in a hurry. She froze, her body flushing hot, and for a moment, they just stared at each other.

Emily cast her gaze over Diana’s shoulder, looking vaguely embarrassed. “I know I was just another conquest for you, a way to pass a random night in an unfamiliar town, but that night really rocked my world.” The discomfort on her face was like a knife to Diana’s heart.

She hated to slow things down when they were both already so aroused, but she couldn’t bear to see that look on Emily’s face. She couldn’t let Emily go another moment feeling so insecure about how much she meant to Diana, not when she’d come to mean more to her than any woman ever had before.

Diana’s hand had slipped to Emily’s thigh, and she left it there for the moment. “Is that what you’ve thought this whole time? Well, you’re wrong. I’ve never considered any woman to be a conquest, and you were never just anything to me, Emily. Granted, I wasn’t thinking past a single night when I invited you up to my room, but surely you realized how much I enjoyed myself…how much I enjoyed you . I’ve never let anyone dominate me like that before. That night was just as memorable for me.”

Emily blinked at her, eyes wide and so heartbreakingly vulnerable.

“I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since,” Diana admitted.

Emily gulped, those big brown eyes glossy now. “Really? I…”

“Really. You meant something to me then, and you mean even more to me now.” Diana brushed her free hand over Emily’s cheek. This was more than just sex for her, so much more. By the look on Emily’s face, she guessed it was more than sex for her too.

“Oh,” Emily whispered. “I had no idea. I…” Her back was still against the wall, Diana’s body pressed against her, and she shifted now, her hips pushing forward. “Touch me. Please.”

Diana brought her hand against Emily’s pussy, and this time she didn’t hold back. She leaned in, claiming Emily’s lips for a deep, passionate kiss as she stroked Emily’s clit, circling and rubbing the way she remembered Emily liked best. Emily was breathing hard as she kissed her back, hips moving to Diana’s rhythm.

Beneath Diana’s fingers, she grew increasingly wet, her gasps and moans becoming louder and more urgent. Diana picked up her pace. She could hear the wet slip of her fingers against Emily’s flesh. Oh, how she loved that sound.

“More,” Emily gasped, hips jerking against Diana’s hand.

Diana changed positions, pushing two fingers inside Emily as her palm provided necessary friction. Diana thrust into her, using her own hips for leverage. Each thrust sent Diana’s fingers deeper into Emily and brought a new cry from her lips.

“Yes…God…yes…I’m going to…” Her voice went high-pitched, her hips losing their rhythm, grinding erratically against Diana.

Diana used her free hand to grip Emily’s ass as she hauled her closer, positioning her the way she wanted as her fingers curled forward, rubbing that perfect spot inside her. Emily let out a strangled sound, her body clamping down on Diana’s fingers and then pulsing with the waves of her release.

“Holy fuck,” Emily managed once she’d caught her breath. Her hands were on Diana’s waist as if she wasn’t sure her knees would hold her up.

Diana held her gaze as she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked. As Emily’s sharp flavor met her tongue, Diana felt an answering surge of need in her core. God, she’d forgotten how much she loved Emily’s taste.

Emily moaned, shuddering in Diana’s arms. Her hips pressed forward against Diana, and that was all the invitation she needed. She dropped to her knees, covering Emily with her mouth. Diana took her time at first, teasing and exploring with her tongue as Emily recovered from her first orgasm, but Diana knew from past experience that Emily rebounded impressively fast .

Within minutes, Emily was grinding against her face, begging for more. Diana let the insistent ache in her own clit fuel her as she devoured Emily, licking and flicking her tongue until Emily started to tense against her. Sensing she was close, Diana closed her lips over her and sucked, not letting up until Emily shouted her release.

Her legs shook and quaked, and then she slid down the wall to sit in front of Diana, blinking at her in blissed-out pleasure. If Diana’s skirt hadn’t been so confining, she’d have straddled one of Emily’s bare thighs right then. The need for friction was overwhelming, but she was glad for the forced moment of self-control too.

After months of frustration, she’d soon have all the pleasure she could handle. Emily would be worth the wait.

“Time to move this to the bedroom?”

Emily felt half-drunk as she sat slumped against the wall, gasping for breath. Her body still tingled with pleasure. That was by far the hottest thing she’d ever done in her living room. Whoa . Diana’s words filtered through her ears, and she nodded. Yes, the bed sounded good right now.

Speaking of Diana, she was crouched in front of Emily, still fully dressed. Technically, Emily was still mostly dressed, although her underwear was on the floor somewhere. Diana’s skirt was too snug for Emily to have any fun, though, and now that her brain was coming back online, she was beyond eager to get her hands on Diana’s bare skin.

She wanted to give Diana an orgasm worthy of how much she meant to her now. Last time, it had just been sex. Really, really hot sex, but they’d been little more than strangers. This time…it was more. This time, it was everything .

Emily scrambled to her feet. She reached for Diana’s hand and hauled her up beside her. Diana stumbled, wincing as she released Emily’s hand to rub at her knees. There was a red circle on each knee where Emily’s hardwood floors had dug into her while she was kneeling.

“Come on.” Emily led the way into her bedroom. Her bed was unmade, the lavender sheets rumpled from when she’d rolled out of them that morning, but she didn’t care. She knew Diana well enough by now to know that—while she probably made her own bed every morning—she wouldn’t judge Emily’s messiness.

When she turned around, Diana was already lowering the zipper at her hip. Emily seized the opportunity to help, sliding the skirt over Diana’s slim hips to land on the floor, revealing black seamless panties.

Impulsively, Emily slipped a hand beneath them, and they both gasped when her fingers met Diana’s bare flesh. Diana wasn’t just wet, she was soaked . When her gaze met Emily’s, the yearning there made Emily’s breath catch.

Here was irrefutable proof of how much Diana still wanted her, and she’d been pretty clear earlier that she’d fantasized about their night too. Diana didn’t say things she didn’t mean.

Emily wiggled her fingers, gathering Diana’s wetness on her fingertips before she brought them against her clit. Diana let out a little whimper, clutching Emily against her as her hips began to move. She sounded needy enough that Emily wondered if she might come right here, still fully dressed except for her skirt, standing in her heels beside Emily’s bed.

That would be hot. Emily rubbed faster .

Then again, maybe fucking Diana in her heels wasn’t the best idea. One of Diana’s ankles wobbled as her legs started to shake, and she lost her balance. Emily guided her so she landed on the bed, bouncing gently from her momentum. God, she looked sexy, flat on her back on Emily’s bed, her blouse still buttoned while her panties were bunched low on her hips.

And the heels. Her legs dangled over the side of the bed, one heel still on, the other dangling from her toes, about to fall. She looked so perfectly debauched, Emily could hardly stand it.

“For fuck’s sake,” Diana muttered, kicking off the heels Emily had just been admiring.

Emily knelt beside the bed to kiss one foot, then the other. Diana’s toes were painted a deep maroon, perfect for the season. Emily kissed her way up Diana’s legs, pausing to pay special attention to her knees, which were still red and sore looking.

Apparently impatient, Diana wriggled against the bed, pushing her underwear down her legs. Emily caught them at her knees and pulled them the rest of the way off. Now Diana was bare from the waist down, and Emily couldn’t wait another moment.

Judging by the whine in Diana’s throat, neither could she.

Emily crawled forward to settle between her thighs. She looked up and caught Diana’s eye as she brought her mouth against Diana’s pussy. Diana’s back arched, and her hands moved to cover her breasts. Then she made a frustrated sound, as if she’d forgotten she still wore her bra and blouse.

“No teasing,” she told Emily in a voice that was probably supposed to sound commanding but actually sounded desperate. “Not this time. ”

“Not this time,” Emily repeated, emphasizing the second word. She’d give Diana what she needed now, but later? Who knew?

“Emily, please.” Diana’s fingers worked clumsily at the buttons on her blouse as she shifted her hips with impatience.

Emily kissed her again, taking the time to explore with her mouth. She remembered all the spots Diana loved the most…the crease of her inner thigh, that spot just to the left of her clit. Her wrists. Emily yearned to kiss those too, but they were still covered by her blouse.

She stalled just long enough to let Diana finish undressing herself. The blouse joined her skirt on the floor, and a black bra followed seconds later. Emily was momentarily distracted by the view of Diana’s perfect breasts before Diana nudged her back between her thighs as she took her breasts in her own hands.

“Please,” Diana whispered, her voice catching.

Emily started working in earnest then. She pushed two fingers inside Diana, stroking in and out as she transferred the full attention of her mouth to Diana’s clit. She ran her tongue beside Diana’s clit in that spot she seemed to love so much as she applied gentle suction with her mouth, and Diana bucked beneath her.

“Yes,” Diana moaned. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”

Emily wasn’t planning to. She kept moving her tongue and her fingers, gradually increasing her pace as Diana grew closer to her release. Her hips pushed more insistently against Emily’s mouth. Her breathing was ragged as she gasped and swore.

Emily sucked harder, and Diana went rigid against the bed.

“Oh fuck,” she cried out. “Oh God. Yes…oh! ”

Her inner walls spasmed around Emily’s fingers as she came, and Emily kept moving, kept thrusting, kept sucking as Diana writhed and swore until she finally went limp beneath her, pushing shakily at Emily’s shoulders.

Emily sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she took in the view before her. Diana’s hair was a golden halo around her head, beautifully mussed from thrashing against the sheets, her cheeks stained a dark pink, her eyes bright and damp.

“For the record, still the best I’ve ever had,” Emily said, emboldened by the moment.

“For the record…same.” Diana ran a hand through her hair, still gasping for air, and oh wow, oh wow, oh wow . She hadn’t said that earlier. It was one thing for Emily to say it. She’d had a few relationships over the years but nothing too adventurous. But Diana? Well, she was a lot more experienced.

“Really?” Emily asked, her voice embarrassingly breathy. She yanked her dress over her head and unfastened her bra so she could slide in naked beside Diana.

“Really.” Diana wrapped an arm around her, drawing her in for a kiss. “You blow my mind every time we’re together, Emily Janssen.”

“And you’ve just blown mine all over again.” Emily rested her forehead against Diana’s. Her arm was around Diana’s waist, one leg nestled between Diana’s thighs. Their naked bodies were entwined from head to foot, and this was so much more intimate than their first night. They’d barely known each other then. Now, Emily wanted to stay in this bed with her forever.

They lay together like that for a few minutes, just enjoying the comfort and closeness between them. They shared occasional kisses that gradually became more heated, hands beginning to roam, legs shifting as they sought friction.

Emily pushed a hand between Diana’s thighs, groaning in pleasure when Diana returned the favor. She’d gotten pretty worked up again while she was going down on Diana, and now she ached for release. Diana’s fingers began to stroke, and Emily’s did too. They gasped in unison.

Diana hooked a leg over Emily’s hip, giving her easier access as she brought their bodies together. Their hands bumped, getting in each other’s way, but just as quickly, Diana had adjusted her position, bringing them into perfect alignment.

Their mouths came together for a sloppy kiss as they kept moving, bodies pressing more insistently against each other, toes scrambling for purchase against the sheets. Emily broke first, moaning into their kiss as the orgasm rushed through her. Her fingers lost their rhythm, and Diana rolled them so she was on top, straddling Emily’s thigh.

She moved against her, head thrown back, bottom lip pinched between her teeth as her face contorted with pleasure. Emily reached for one of Diana’s arms and brought it to her mouth, swirling her tongue over the delicate skin on Diana’s wrist, and she whimpered, grinding harder.

Emily could watch her like this forever, lost in the throes of passion. Diana’s eyes slid shut, and her lips parted. Emily gave her wrist one more kiss, and Diana jerked against her, panting and gasping as she came.

Finally, she stopped moving, sucking in deep, ragged breaths. Her hair hung in messy golden waves over her face, and a fine sheen of sweat glistened on her chest. She was stunning, perfect, and, for tonight anyway, she was Emily’s.