Lovely PART 2

Diana trembled almost violently as Becca ran her hand over her thigh and she knew that the blonde couldn’t wait. Truth be told, she didn’t want to make her wait. She needed to touch Diana as much as the blonde needed to be touched, and Becca wasn’t strong enough to deny either of them.

Becca pressed her lips to the corner of Diana’s mouth, her hand moving to the ‘V’ at Diana’s thighs.

“Open up,” the brunette whispered softly, pressing her lips against Diana’s again as her hand nudged the blonde’s legs, encouraging her to spread wider.

Diana shifted, lying fully on her back, her eyes trained on Becca’s face as she parted her thighs, opening herself up to the brunette’s gaze and touch.

Becca stared down at Diana for a moment, her hand resting on the blonde’s thigh as her eyes trailed up and down along the length of Diana’s body, taking in every inch of her. “You’re so beautiful,” Becca whispered meeting Diana’s eyes.

And Diana felt it. Under Becca’s gaze she felt beautiful.

“Sometimes it hurts to look at you,” Becca continued moving her hand finally, allowing her fingers to trail through Diana’s wetness once more, “but I can never stop.” Her eyes hooded and she slipped one finger and then another inside of her best friend.

Diana gasped as Becca entered her up to her knuckles. Her body surged up, into Becca’s hand, as the brunette’s glistening pink lips parted in an inaudible sigh. Diana’s eyes wanted to close but she forced herself to keep them open. She wanted to watch Becca watch her. She wanted to see Becca touch her.

Brown eyes held fast to blue as Diana’s hips began to move in time with Becca’s fingers. Their gazes stayed locked on each other as they observed each other, fascinated and captivated by the expressions and emotions that fluttered over each other faces as Diana moved closer and closer to orgasm.

“B.”

Diana’s voice was whisper soft and cracked slightly at the end. A thin sheen of sweat covered her body and blonde hair fell around her face in disarray. She stared in Becca’s direction, blinking, trying to focus eyes that had become hazy as her pleasure grew.

“I’m …” Diana continued her breath hitching. Involuntarily her eyes fluttered shut. “Please.” She forced her eyes open, needing to see Becca, even if the brunette was a little fuzzy. There was a note of great urgency in her tone, and her voice cracked again. “Hold me?”

Her voice was soft and vulnerable as she looked up at Becca, on the verge of collapse. She had never asked that before. She had never wanted it; never needed it before.

“Always,” Becca mouthed. She had meant to say the word out loud, but when her lips parted to speak, no sound came out.

Becca leaned down, pressing herself against the blonde as she snaked her arm underneath Diana’s body, careful not to break the rhythm she had set and jeopardize Diana’s orgasm.

“It’s okay,” Becca said her voice rough with passion and feeling. She pressed her lips against Diana’s jaw, before moving until her lips were next to the blonde’s ear. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

A chocked, mewling cry tore free from Diana’s throat and her hips began to jump more vigorously.

Her breath was now no more than a constant, labored pant.

She lifted one of her hands from where it had been gripping Becca’s bed sheet and brought it up to the brunette’s neck. Then, with a surprising amount of strength, she held Becca against her, keeping the brunette’s lips pressed against the column of her throat, as her fingers tangled in Becca’s hair.

Diana’s lips parted and her eyes opened wide. Her hips jumped one last time and then her eyes snapped shut and colourful lights exploded behind her lids. Blood rushed in her ears and the world around her ceased to exist except for the feel of Becca’s fingers inside of her, the warmth of Becca’s body against her, and the scent of Becca’s sweat and shampoo in her nose.

Diana collapsed against the mattress. Her body was limp, completely prone and exhausted as she stared up at the ceiling. Her eyes were open but unseeing, and she slowly blinked at the light expanse above her, her entire being radiating contentment and satisfaction.

Then, after what seemed like an eternity to Becca, Diana moved.

Slowly, the blonde turned her head to the side to regard the lovely brunette beside her. A happy and slightly dopy smile spread across her lips.

“Was it okay?” Becca asked, even though her own lips were beginning to curve up. From Diana’s expression she guessed that it was, but it was also nice to hear it. Especially ones first time.

Diana smiled wider, and kept on smiling. And then she laughed happily, the sound light and airy before she turned onto her side and wrapped her arms around Becca, hugging the other girl to her tightly as she flipped them over so that she was on top of the brunette.

Calming a little, Diana reached out and brushed some hair out of Becca’s face.

“I’ve never felt anything like that before,” Diana said seriously, looking down at Becca awed and enthralled by the brunette.

“Is that a good thing?” Becca asked almost shyly, her cheek colouring a little and she dipped her head down slightly so that she was looking at the blonde through her full and luxurious eyelashes.

“Good?” Diana repeated sounding almost confused, as if she had never heard the word before.

The blonde shook her head.

“No,” she said, her eyes focused on Becca as a smile began to turn up the corner of her lips. “It was delightful,” she purred leaning down to kiss the tip of Becca’s nose. “It was delicious … delirious,” she continued kissing the corner of Becca’s lips, smiling against them as she felt Becca’s lips curve up as well as she caught her reference. “It was de limit … deluxe. … de-lovely,” she finished happily, smiling widely as could be before she leaned down and kissed Becca again.

“You’re ridiculous,” Becca declared with an absolutely delighted smile on her face. Diana bent down and pressed her lips against Becca’s shoulder in response. Her lips trailed along the soft skin of the brunette’s neck and then she kissed her way up until she reached the brunette’s lips.

When she pulled back a few seconds later her eyes were clear and her expression impossibly earnest. “You amaze me,” Diana said softly, “every day,” she continued pressing on. She wanted, needed, Becca to know how much she meant to her, “every moment … all the time. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Becca breathed in deeply, blinking rapidly, trying to contain the tears she could feel forming in her eyes. She lifted her hand to Diana’s face and gently ran the backs of her fingers over the smooth skin she found there.

“Oh, god Diana,” she breathed out, her hand shaking against the blonde’s cheek. “I need you,” she whispered, surging up pressing her lips to the blonde’s shoulders as she reached for Diana’s hand. She was so aroused that it was making her light-headed.

“You have me,” Diana said leaning down to kiss Becca as she spoke, her hand slipping between Becca’s thighs as the brunette kissed her back.

And then Diana had Becca too.