Lovely Part 1

Diana reached out for Becca as soon as the door to the bedroom was closed, placing a tentative hand on her hip. Becca looked up at her, brown eyes wide and shimmering and Diana breathed in deeply, the inhalation shaky and fragile.

The blonde’s hand pressed more firmly against Becca’s hip and then she flexed her arm muscles, drawing Becca’s body into hers, wrapping the brunette up in a tight embrace as she buried her face in thick, sweet smelling chestnut hair.

Becca could feel tiny shivers running through Diana’s body as they hugged and her stomach clenched. An almost overwhelming wave of affection crashed over her and she pressed herself closer to the secure warmth of Diana’s body.

Diana sighed and tightened her hold on Becca, her breath becoming labored as the brunette pressed her lips against her exposed breastbone.

“I don’t know how to do this,” Diana whispered softly, her body relaxing a little once she had revealed her secret.

She’d had sex before – probably too many times – with men and women, but she’d never really made love before. The closes she’d gotten to that had been with Charles, and even then it hadn’t quite been making love. This time was different, though. She could already feel it even though they had barely touched. Becca was different from the others. Becca was … Becca, and her feelings for the brunette eclipsed anything she’d felt for any of her other lovers.

“Neither do I,” Becca said pressing her lips against the soft skin of Diana’s chest again, her breath warm and oddly comforting. “However, I have a strong desire to learn,” she continued, smiling against Diana’s skin, causing the blonde to smile as well.

Diana loosened her hold on Becca and pulled back. She kept her hand on the brunette’s hip however, needing to maintain some physical contact with her.

“How do you always know how to make it better?” Diana asked wonderingly. She had been so nervous. She was almost making herself sick with anxiety as she held Becca, and then in seconds, with a few well chosen words, Becca had made all the worry go away.

“We’re BFFs,” Becca said looking up at Diana openly, not trying to hide any of what she felt for the blonde away from her. “It’s what we do.”

Diana’s lips quirked at that, and then a huge, dazzling, uniquely Diana Kovesky smile spread across her face. A fraction of a second later, Becca was smiling too. And then it all became a bit too much, and Becca leaned forward, resting her head on Diana’s shoulder. Diana, certain for the first time since they entered Becca’s bedroom, knew exactly what the brunette was feeling at that moment, and she drew Becca into a warm embrace.

They stood wrapped together in silence for the penthouse for an unknowable amount of time. The faint ticking of Harold’s grandfather clock on the first floor, their heartbeats and the faint inhale and exhale of their breath the only sounds to break the quiet that had surrounded them.

When they finally separated, Diana no idea how long they had been swathed around each other, only that it was long enough to get her body humming again. And that sometime during the embrace a desperate ache had come over her that left her throbbing for Becca’s touch.

“B,” Diana rasped as Becca looked up at her, her blue eyes so dark with longing that they almost appeared to be purple.

“Yes,” Becca said softly, meeting the blonde’s gaze.

Her word was a command not a question and Diana sighed with relief before she surged forward and pressed her lips against Becca’s, her hands moving up to cup to the brunette’s face as she kissed her urgently.

Becca’s hands were moving again, roaming over her body with fevered excitement, touching everything that she could reach with the reckless abandon of a child in a candy shop.

Becca’s hands moved over Diana’s hips and up her sides before finally moving to caress the sides of the blonde’s breasts. Becca’s hands didn’t stay still for long however, and soon her hands were pressing against Diana’s breasts, cupping them as best she could before they moved on, trailing down her body to slip under her dress to cup her ass.

Diana moaned deeply, nipping at Becca’s lip with her teeth as Becca’s hands squeezed her ass. The brunette’s arm muscles tensed a few seconds later and she tugged, Diana’s eyes widening at the aggressiveness of the motion as she felt herself being yanked forward into Becca’s body.

“You need to undress,” Becca said a moment after that, pulling her hands back as if she too was surprised by the forcefulness of her previous action as well. She was blinking rapidly as if trying to focus her gaze and her voice was low and rough. Her skin was flushed, and as Becca looked at Diana, the blonde could see that the brunette’s hands were shaking minutely.

Diana breathed in deeply, her eyes misting. Becca was absolutely the most beautiful thing that Diana had ever laid eyes on.

Diana nodded, still holding Becca’s gaze, and then reached for the edge of her dress. A second later she was pulling it up and over her head and by the time she let it drop from her fingers, Becca’s hands were on her again, running over the newly exposed skin of her torso.

Diana looked down, watching as Becca’s hands moved over the smooth, slightly tanned skin of her abdomen, her breath hitching when Becca was finally able to lay her hands on her bare breasts. Becca gasped at the contact as well, and sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. She looked up at Diana wide-eyed, adoring.

Diana’s lips parted and she trembled. Becca’s gaze was a caress in and of itself and she felt the touch to her core.

She waited, expecting the brunette to tell her that she had great tits or that she couldn’t wait to suck them. That was how it always went when someone finally got her top off. Charles had been the most subtle, but even he had commented on them. And Georgina in particular, had loved to go on and on about them while pinching and squeezing her nipples, muttering about how one day she was going to make Diana come just from sucking them.

“S,” was all Becca said however, her voice soft and impossibly tender before she pushed up onto her tip toes and pressed her mouth to Diana’s.

Immediately Diana began to kiss back, one of her hands moving to Becca’s hip to steady them while her other migrated up to tangle in the brunette’s hair.

Kissing Becca was like nothing Diana had ever done before. It wasn’t that the people she had kissed before were bad at it – well some of them were – in fact, as much as it pained her to admit it, Georgina was a fantastic kisser, and Charles for all his lack of experience was pretty good at it too. But kissing Becca was better. Kissing Becca made her feel warm, and when she closed her eyes, bright lights Charlesced behind her lids. Kissing Becca made her feel special. It made her feel loved.

A strangled sound emerged from Diana’s throat, the exhalation part moan, part whimper, part something else Becca couldn’t identify.

Diana blinked as Becca pulled back to look at her, a question in her eyes. The blonde flushed and broke eye contact with the brunette, refusing to meet her eyes for a few seconds before finally forcing herself to look over at Becca once more.

“I,” Diana began, but she faltered and looked away again.

“What is it?” Becca asked softly, a touch of worry in her voice. “S?” she questioned gently when Diana didn’t respond. She took the blonde’s hand in her own. She didn’t see what she could have done to hurt the blonde, but if she’d done something that Diana didn’t like, or that had caused her discomfort she wanted to know. “Did I …?”

“No,” Diana breathed out immediately looking over at Becca. “I’m just …” she continued, breaking off her speech again as she placed her other hand on top of the one Becca was holding her with. She then guided Becca’s hand between her legs, her eyes fluttering close and her breath hitching at the press of the brunette’s fingers against her.

Becca gasped, her hand automatically pressing more firmly against Diana’s panties, the movement causing the blonde’s hips to twitch into her hand.

“You’re,” Becca began to say before trailing off as her fingers slid up and down the slick seam of Diana’s underwear. The blonde was soaked. Becca didn’t have any idea if Diana usually got aroused this quickly, but Diana’s own reaction led her to believe that she didn’t, and she knew that she herself had never been so wet during what Becca was fairly certain was second base – even for lesbians.

Becca slipped her fingers beneath the material of Diana’s panties until she was touching the blonde’s heated flesh. She leaned forward and kissed Diana’s neck, licking and sucking at it as the blonde’s tipped back head giving her better access to her skin.

Becca moaned as her fingers explored Diana.

She was wet, really wet … and swollen.

Becca couldn’t help it, it was all so intoxicating, so overwhelming. She slid one of her fingers inside of Diana, just up to the knuckle. Her eyelids twitched in ecstasy at the sensation. Diana felt amazing, and when the blonde gasped and wrapped her arms around Becca, holding her tightly as her pelvis began to jerk rhythmically in an attempt to fuck Becca’s finger, the rush of arousal that swept through Becca made her head swim.

“Becca,” Diana moaned, forcing herself to still her hips and loosen her hold on the brunette even as she did.

Becca pulled her finger back out gently, intensely aware of the shiver that ran through Diana’s body and the cooling dampness on her finger as she did.

She took a step back from the blonde, and breathed in deeply trying to steady herself.

“Lay down, baby,” she said softly, reaching for the straps to her simple, black nightgown, drawing them down over her shoulder before she let it pool at her feet. “Lay down.”