Chapter 3

THREE

The door closed behind them with a solid thump, and almost immediately, Diana had Emily pressed against the wall. She claimed Emily’s mouth with a hunger that surprised her, feeling greedy as she tasted the rich, spicy flavor of Emily’s wine on her lips.

“Finally,” Diana murmured as she kissed her again.

Emily’s gentle laugh became a moan when Diana placed a hungry kiss below her jaw, on the sensitive skin of her throat. “You just met me.”

Diana felt the vibration of Emily’s words beneath her lips. “Doesn’t feel like it.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Emily’s hands settled on Diana’s waist, pulling her closer. Her fingers tugged at the silky fabric of Diana’s blouse, untucking it from her pants, and Diana heard her own rough inhale when Emily’s warm fingertips brushed the bare skin at her waist.

“Before this goes any further, have you been tested recently?” Diana asked, because she took these things seriously .

Emily nodded. “My annual checkup was a few months ago, and it was all clear. I haven’t been with anyone since.”

“Good…and same.” With that out of the way, Diana pressed forward, slipping a thigh between Emily’s as she brought their mouths back together. She’d been buzzed earlier, but now she felt drunk with desire, her mind spinning as she felt the warm length of Emily’s body pressed against hers.

Diana rolled her hips, pinning Emily more firmly against the wall. She delighted in the shiver that shook Emily’s form at the contact. Tonight was going to be memorable. Diana was sure of it. She placed her hands on either side of Emily’s face as she kissed her, slowly familiarizing herself with Emily’s lips before her tongue slid into the hot depths of Emily’s mouth. She left no doubt as to how badly she wanted her or how thoroughly she intended to ravish her. Diana could hardly fucking wait.

She didn’t want to move quickly, not tonight. She wanted to take her time and see how many more of those breathy little moans she could elicit from Emily’s throat, if she could make her scream with pleasure. Diana wanted?—

“Wait,” Emily gasped, and suddenly, her hands were on Diana’s, fingers gripping her wrists.

Diana took a step back to return some space between them, eyebrows raised in silent question.

“You said…” Emily’s tongue darted out to wet her lips, and she didn’t look like a woman who wanted to stop. Her eyes were so eager, they made Diana’s pulse jump to an even faster tempo. “You said sometimes you wished you could not be in control for a little while, and I said I wanted to know what it felt like to have that power, so…what do you say if we swap roles tonight?”

Diana swallowed roughly, surprised by the hot thrill that raced down her spine at Emily’s words. She could feel herself getting wet. Diana loved being in control. She always took control in the bedroom. She had a forceful personality, so it usually wasn’t even a question. Consequently, she was shocked to realize that just the thought of letting Emily take control tonight was turning her on. More than that, she was throbbing in anticipation.

“Would you like that?” Diana’s voice was a growl. “You’d like being in control? Telling me what to do? Making me beg?”

Emily let out a whimper when Diana said beg . That fire was still gleaming in her eyes, and there was something more intense about her gaze now, something almost…dominant. Emily surged forward then, hands on Diana’s shoulders as she spun them so Diana’s back hit the wall. Just as quickly, Emily’s thigh was pressed between hers as those whiskey eyes blazed into Diana’s. “I’d like it, yeah. The question is…would you?”

“Yes.” Diana’s voice came out sounding hoarse, her throat gone dry in anticipation. She hadn’t known, had never suspected she’d be so unfathomably aroused by the act of surrendering control. She wouldn’t do this with just anyone, but Emily seemed too inherently kind to take advantage, and Diana never had to worry about seeing her again after tonight. So, her act of submission would be her own private—and hot—little secret.

“If we’re doing this, I think we should go all the way with it.” Emily leveraged her position to press her thigh against Diana’s pussy, right where she ached for her.

“All the way?” Diana tried to keep her voice steady when she could feel the warmth of Emily’s thigh against her clit through the various layers of their clothing. But now, a frisson of doubt had snuck in, because she had no idea what Emily meant by her last statement. It was a reminder that they didn’t really know each other, and Diana wasn’t into anything too kinky. She had no qualms about saying no if Emily was about to take this beyond her comfort zone.

“If we’re role-playing tonight, let’s make the most of it,” Emily said as her hands slid down to cup Diana’s ass, pressing her more firmly against Emily’s thigh. “Tell me your most illicit fantasy, and I’ll try to make it come true.”

“Oh.” Diana’s eyes fluttered shut, and she felt another rush of arousal in her core. Her most illicit fantasy? She didn’t even know where to start, but her body was obviously onboard with the idea. She ran her mind back over her last few sexual encounters. They’d been a little too perfunctory for Diana’s taste, more of a wham, bam, thank you, ma’am than anything approaching passion.

The last woman she’d been with had barely spent five minutes on Diana, as if giving her the quickest orgasm possible was the goal. But rushed orgasms were underwhelming. Diana missed having someone take their time with her, working her up until she was so turned on, she was about to lose her mind.

Emily leaned in, ghosting a kiss against the shell of Diana’s ear. “I’m waiting.” Her warm breath made Diana shudder with pleasure.

“I want to go slow,” Diana told her. “I want you to worship my body, tease me until I can’t take it anymore…and then tease me a little bit more.”

“Oh, I can definitely do that.” Emily pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the delicate skin below Diana’s ear, and already this was so much better than any of her recent hookups.

“And you?” Diana asked, turning her head to nip at Emily’s full lower lip. “What’s your fantasy? I’m damn good at wish fulfillment.”

Emily inhaled, a startled look passing across her face as if she hadn’t considered her answer to her own question. After a moment, her cheeks darkened, and she dipped her head, as bashful as she’d been assertive a moment before.

“Tell me,” Diana urged. “No judgment, I promise you that.”

“I…I think I’d like to be marked. Nothing too wild, just a hickey or scratches, something I have to cover up in the morning. I want to feel like I’ve been ravaged, not the soft, gentle sex I’m used to.” She blinked at Diana, her cheeks pinker than ever. “I want that reminder to take home with me. I want to know what’s under the scarf, you know?”

“Oh yes.” Diana immediately dipped her head, dragging her teeth along the curve of Emily’s exposed collarbone. “I do know, and I approve wholeheartedly, both of the ravaging and of the marks left behind as a souvenir.”

Emily brought their mouths back together, and for several delicious minutes, they just kissed, slow and deep and so intense, Diana’s body felt heated from the inside out, centered in the ache between her thighs. This was what she’d been missing, this kind of unrushed pleasure, not to mention a woman she liked for more than the satisfaction her fingers could provide.

Then Emily tugged her forward, guiding Diana toward the king-sized bed. It was still neatly made, and Emily nudged her onto it so that she ended up seated on the white duvet, still fully dressed. Emily leaned in for a kiss before trailing her lips over Diana’s jaw to her shoulder, left exposed by her sleeveless top.

Diana’s breath hitched. Had anyone ever kissed her shoulder before? It was surprisingly sensitive. Emily lifted Diana’s arm, kissing her way along Diana’s skin, paying special attention to the delicate skin near her wrist, a place where Diana had always been especially sensitive. As Emily swirled her tongue, Diana could hear her own loud, rasping breaths in the otherwise quiet room.

“Scoot back for me.” Emily nudged Diana’s hips, urging her to slide further onto the bed.

Diana kicked off her heels before she complied, letting Emily push her flat on her back as she crawled on top of her. Emily’s body was warm on hers, their breasts pressed together, legs threaded. Emily’s hips rocked gently as she kissed Diana, and oh , she could get lost in this kind of pleasure…

Time seemed to lose meaning as they kissed and touched, hands exploring while the heat between them grew. Emily’s fingers skimmed up Diana’s sides beneath her top. She palmed Diana’s breasts over her bra before retreating to run her hands up and down Diana’s thighs over her pants. All the while, her mouth devoured Diana’s in an endless, ravenous kiss. At some point, Diana’s thighs had parted, and Emily rested between them now, her warm weight pressing against Diana’s center in a most delightfully frustrating way.

And she’d had about enough of being flat on her back. Diana rose up on her elbows, using the leverage to roll Emily beneath her. Emily’s dress had bunched around her thighs, exposing so much smooth, tanned skin. Diana trailed a hand up the inside of Emily’s thigh, sliding past the orange fabric gathered there until her fingers met the soft material of Emily’s panties.

“Oh,” Emily gasped, parting her thighs as much as the dress allowed, which wasn’t very much, but it was enough for Diana’s purposes. Her fingers skimmed over Emily’s underwear, which was already damp with her arousal. Diana rubbed with increasing pressure, feeling the fabric become wetter as Emily’s hips rocked up to meet her.

Carefully, Diana pushed the fabric to the side so her fingers met Emily’s bare flesh. She coated her fingers in Emily’s arousal before bringing them to her clit. Emily began to grind against her hand, a low groan escaping her throat, and Diana decided to make this first time hard and fast. Emily looked like she needed it.

There would be plenty of time afterward to ravish Emily the way she had requested, and Diana couldn’t wait for that part. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation. By her own request, she likely wouldn’t have any relief for a while yet, so in the meantime, she’d live vicariously through Emily.

And as much as a small part of her wanted to announce that she’d changed her mind, that she didn’t want to wait, not when her underwear was already soaked through, her clit aching impatiently, a larger part of her knew she was going to enjoy every moment. The anticipation was already killing her in the very best way.

Somewhere deep down, Diana did like to be teased.

Emily seemed to be getting close. She ground herself more vigorously against Diana’s hand before throwing her head back with a harsh gasp. Her hips jerked before going still, and then she tugged Diana down for a sloppy kiss.

But Diana was already pushing at Emily’s dress, eager to get her out of it. She wanted to see her. Emily had a lithe, athletic build, and Diana wanted to explore every inch.

Emily chuckled, still breathing hard from her orgasm. She reached down to grasp Diana’s hands. “Not so fast. I’m in charge tonight, remember?”

Diana grinned. Busted . Being submissive in the bedroom didn’t come naturally to her. “Your choice, then. Either strip me, or strip for me.”

In response, Emily sat up, sliding out from beneath Diana. She gripped the hem of her dress, lifting it up and over her head in one slightly wriggly movement. Beneath the dress, Emily wore a black satin bra and matching seamless panties. As Diana watched, she popped the clasp to release her bra and then shimmied out of her panties.

Diana swallowed hard as she took in Emily’s naked form. The muscles in her thighs and calves were well-defined, presumably from a lifetime of hiking the mountain that had bested Diana earlier that day. Two small scars stood out on her lower abdomen, and when Diana dragged a thumb over one of them, Emily responded, “Appendix when I was twelve.”

Diana slid her hands up and down Emily’s sides, letting her nails drag against her skin until Emily let out a little gasp of pleasure. Her breasts were small and firm, just enough to fill Diana’s palms. “You’re beautiful.”

Emily’s lips quirked, and then she scooted forward. She toyed with the clasp on Diana’s pants without unfastening it, then traced a finger up and down the seam of Diana’s zipper. Diana hissed, arching her hips to meet Emily’s touch.

Emily cupped her over her pants and pressed down, drawing a surprised gasp from Diana’s lips. Emily’s fingers wiggled slightly as she leaned in, bringing her lips against Diana’s left ear. “I can feel how wet you are through your pants.”

Diana was not surprised by this information. “What are you going to do about it?”

Emily cocked her head to the side, pretending to consider this. Meanwhile, her fingers remained frustratingly still. Then, with a slightly wicked smile, she removed her hand altogether. “I think I’m ready to kick this teasing up a notch.”

And with that, she popped the clasp on Diana’s pants and began to slide them down her legs. Diana lifted her hips to help her, annoyed with herself for her excessive eagerness to get out of her clothes. Truthfully, she was more aroused than she’d expected to be at this point. She was going to have to be patient tonight, which wasn’t always her strength.

With Emily’s help, Diana slid out of the rest of her clothes, then lay naked on the bed, flat on her back as Emily stared down at her with heated eyes. Diana was trying to let her take the lead. She really was. But in her impatience to get some relief from the tension building in her core, Diana brought a hand between her own thighs, sighing with relief as her fingers made contact with her clit.

Just as quickly, Emily had pushed her hand aside. That dominant look was back in her eyes as she pinned Diana’s hands to the bed. “Ah-ah, not so fast. I’m the only one who gets to touch you tonight, Diana. Your hands are for my body only. Got it?”

Diana gulped as a fresh rush of arousal burned through her, causing her core to clench. And then she was nodding. “Yes.”

Emily had never felt more powerful than she did with Diana pinned beneath her, nodding her submission. It was hard for her, Emily could tell. Already, Diana’s commanding nature had come into play a few times, but that only made things more interesting, as far as Emily was concerned. It was a battle of wills tonight, of the very hottest kind.

Honestly, Emily couldn’t believe they were really doing this. She’d had second thoughts almost as soon as she’d suggested it. Topping Diana? It seemed like a fantasy Emily would fail at in reality, and yet, Diana had embraced her submissive role tonight. She even seemed to be enjoying it. Emily had never suspected she had a dominant streak, but she was loving every moment.

Diana’s chest heaved, her eyes blazing into Emily’s. She’d asked to be teased mercilessly, and despite her seeming impatience, Emily saw only heat, not frustration, reflected back at her in the azure depths of Diana’s eyes as Emily held her hands against the duvet, preventing her from touching herself.

“You need a little something, hm?” Emily hardly recognized her voice, it had gotten so low and husky, almost sultry.

In response, Diana squeezed her eyes shut, arching her back so her breasts pushed toward Emily’s. The neatly trimmed patch of golden hair between her thighs glistened with her arousal. In her current position, head thrown back so that her hair flowed to the duvet beneath her, Diana looked like something out of an erotic painting.

Emily released Diana’s hands so her own could get busy. She cupped Diana’s breasts, carefully working her nipples into hardened peaks, but it didn’t take her long to realize Diana’s breasts weren’t overly sensitive. She leaned into the touch, but she wasn’t writhing with pleasure, which was what Emily wanted.

This was all part of exploring someone new, finding out which places she most liked to be touched. Emily remembered the way Diana had trembled when she’d kissed her wrist earlier, and sure enough, when Emily dipped her head to kiss the delicate skin there, Diana whimpered, hips shifting beneath Emily.

Good to know.

Emily filed that information away as she continued her exploration of Diana’s body. She ran her hands over Diana’s stomach and down her thighs, bypassing where she knew Diana most wanted her touch. This close, she could smell Diana’s arousal as her hips shifted restlessly against the duvet.

Making her wait was an unexpected turn-on. As Emily slid her fingers over Diana’s velvety soft inner thigh, drawing a faint whimper from her throat, Emily felt a surge of arousal in her own core. She followed her fingers with her mouth, kissing her way up and down Diana’s thighs until she trembled, her muscles taut beneath Emily’s lips.

“You’re so hot when you’re this turned on,” Emily murmured against her skin. “I mean, you’re always hot. You took my breath away when I first saw you in the bar earlier tonight, but you’re like… exceptionally hot right now.”

“Sweet talker,” Diana mumbled.

“That’s me.” Knowing Diana must be desperate for some friction on her clit—Emily sure would be by now—she slid up to claim Diana’s lips as she brought a hand between Diana’s thighs.

Diana groaned into her mouth, her hips jerking as Emily’s fingers parted her, finding the little nub that was surely begging for her attention. Emily circled it with her fingers, trying to judge how close Diana was, not wanting to send her over the edge yet.

But Diana seemed relatively composed as she rocked her hips into Emily’s touch, kissing her hungrily, her hands fisted in Emily’s hair. Emily began to stroke her, keeping her rhythm as slow as she could, and Diana matched her, thrusting her hips in time with Emily’s fingers. She was sticking to her own rules, not trying to rush things.

Emily had never been very good at postponing her own pleasure. Case in point, her clit was throbbing so fiercely, she wasn’t sure how much longer she could wait to be touched, and she’d already come once.

They kept at this torturously languid pace for several long minutes, until Diana’s breaths grew unsteady, her hips beginning to push more insistently against Emily’s hand, her thighs slick with her own arousal.

Emily gave her several hard and fast strokes, enough to have Diana panting, and then she removed her hand altogether. Diana gulped, closing her eyes. Her hips kept moving—perhaps without her even being aware of it—seeking a friction they could no longer find.

For a moment, Emily thought this would be the end. Diana would grab her hand and demand that she finish what she’d started. After several deep breaths, Diana pounced, but instead of grinding herself against Emily as she’d expected, she rolled Emily beneath her and shimmied down the bed until her head was between Emily’s thighs.

“Do you want this?” Diana’s voice was a growl, her breath hot against Emily’s clit. “Do you want to feel my mouth on your pussy?”

The heat from those words made Emily throb. “Yes. God, yes.”

“Tell me how much you want it.” Diana’s fingers traced tantalizing patterns on Emily’s thighs as she pinned her with her gaze. She might have given control of her own pleasure to Emily tonight, but there was no mistaking who was in control right now.

“So much I’m about to lose my mind.” Emily gulped, hips arching toward Diana’s mouth. “I know you’re going to make me come so hard.”

“Damn right, I am.” Diana brought her mouth against Emily’s clit.

“Fuck,” Emily gasped. Her thighs fell open in silent encouragement. Diana flicked her tongue back and forth until Emily was panting, shamelessly grinding herself against Diana’s face.

Just as quickly, Diana pulled away. “Not so fast, darling.”

Diana lifted her head, and Emily saw her eyes—pupils blown with lust—and her chin glistening with Emily’s arousal, lips quirked in the kind of grin that let Emily know she was in for a taste of her own medicine. She whined in protest.

Ignoring her, Diana started kissing her way down Emily’s leg. She paused, sucking at a sensitive spot on Emily’s inner thigh, then nipped at it with her teeth, hard enough that Emily suspected it would leave a mark.

Oh.

Emily trembled. Okay, that was nice. Really nice. Diana soothed the spot with her tongue before continuing the onslaught of her mouth. She kissed and nibbled her way over Emily’s thighs until she was a whimpering mess. Diana’s bites stung, but it was the kind of pain that left Emily wanting more.

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to savor the anticipation the way Diana seemed to, but the ache in her core was overpowering. “Now, Diana. Please.”

Diana slid forward, her mouth covering Emily where she ached for her. Emily cried out in pleasure, writhing against the duvet as Diana unleashed the full force of that talented mouth on her clit .

Her tongue did some kind of twirly thing that had Emily chanting, “Yes!” in a breathy voice. Diana pressed two fingers against Emily’s entrance, meeting her eyes with a questioning gaze. Emily nodded frantically. Diana began to thrust with her fingers, her mouth still ravishing Emily’s clit, and it was perfect, so perfect. Emily came in a hot rush, pleasure rolling languorously through her body. “God, you’re good at that,” she gasped.

“Why, thank you, darling,” Diana murmured as she pressed tender kisses to Emily’s thighs. Then she swiped the back of her hand over her mouth before scooting up to lie beside Emily. She wore a smug grin as she swept her gaze over Emily’s limp, satisfied body. Emily felt boneless, blissed out, drunk on endorphins.

Beside her, Diana was flushed and breathing hard. Her eyes were bright, and as Emily watched, her hand drifted to the juncture of her thighs. Emily opened her mouth to reprimand her when Diana snatched her hand away as if she’d only just realized it was there.

“You’ve been very patient,” Emily said, meeting Diana’s lust-glazed eyes. “And you deserve a reward for your patience.”

And then Emily rolled over and buried her face between Diana’s thighs.