Page 17 of Taken from Her
Diana's answer was another kiss, deeper this time, her own hands finding the hem of Lavender's flowing top. Professional boundaries, ethical considerations, and the investigation—none of it mattered anymore. Nothing mattered except the woman in her arms and the way Lavender made her feel alive for the first time in years.
They moved together toward the comfortable seating area, hands exploring, the careful distance Diana had maintained dissolving into desperate need. Lavender's skin was soft and warm under her palms, and every touch sent shockwaves through Diana's carefully controlled world.
"I've never—" Diana started, then lost the words as Lavender's mouth found the sensitive spot just below her ear.
"I know," Lavender whispered against her skin. "Let me take care of you."
It was everything Diana had never known she needed. Years of carrying everyone else's burdens, being the strong and competent one, the one who never needed anything from anyone, it all weighed on her.
But here, in Lavender's arms, she could let herself need. She could let herself surrender to the connection she'd been fighting since the moment they met.
Diana lifted Lavender’s top over her head, and as Lavender closed her eyes and lifted her arms over her head, Diana noticed her lean lines of her side. The shirt fell away discarded on the floor, and Diana gently ran her hands down Lavender’s sides, over the curve of her waist til she got to Lavender’s leggings’ waistband, then flattened her palms on her stomach and ran them back up. When she got to Lavender’s bra, she snaked her hands behind and unclasped the bra and slipped the straps off her shoulders. It fell to the floor silently, and Diana cupped Lavender’s full breasts in her hands, squeezing them gently and rubbing her thumbs over her nipples.
Lavender let out a soft moan, and as she wriggled from beneath Diana’s hands, Diana could feel Lavender’s hands reach for her pants. Diana unstrapped her utility belt, giving Lavender easier access to the button, and she slipped out of her pants, letting them pool on the floor and stepping out of them. Her hands immediately went to Lavender’s leggings, slipping her thumbs beneath the waistband and pulling them down.
Before she could register what was happening, Diana was guided to the love seat against the far wall, and after she sat, Lavender eased herself gingerly on the floor, balancing on her knees.
“Don’t you want—” Diana started, but Lavender placed her hand on her leg, just above the knee.
“This is what I want,” Lavender said.
Lavender’s touch on her felt electrifying, even over the cotton fabric of her panties. Diana leaned back against the love seat, feeling her body melt as Lavender kept making circles on top of the fabric. She inhaled deeply, trying to keep herself and her breath steady, even as her body coiled tighter. Lavender slipped off Diana’s panties and left the dampened fabric on the floor next to the rest of their clothes, not stopping her rhythm. Feeling Lavender’s skin on hers activated something inside Diana, and she scooted down and widened her legs.
Lavender pushed a finger inside her, then another, and she gasped as Lavender arced her fingers upward, finding that soft spot she knew would make Diana come undone. Diana pressed against the love seat, arched her back, and titled her hips up toward Lavender’s hand. Lavender didn’t ease up, and as she had her fingers deep inside Diana, Diana felt the fingers of her other hand on her clitoris.
Diana could feel herself unravel inch by inch, and a part of herself wanted to maintain control and pull back, but a biggerpart of her wanted to stay right where she was. She reached up to caress Lavender’s face, but Lavender pinned her arm at the side.
“Not now,” Lavender said with a sparkle of mischief in her eyes.
When Lavender lowered her head, maintaining eye contact the whole time, Diana felt her breath hitch. Lavender ran her tongue between Diana’s slick folds, resting at the top of her clitoris. Diana felt her clit pulsing for more, and Lavender made slow, lazy circles around it. Diana bit back a moan and bucked her hips against Lavender’s face while she squeezed tight around Lavender’s fingers still inside her. Lavender arched her fingers upward, rhythmically caressing her G-spot in time with her tongue bathing her clit.
Diana’s body trembled, bordering on vibrating with pleasure, and she let out a guttural moan before biting her lip.
“Let it out, baby. Let me hear you,” Lavender coaxed as her tongue worked its magic.
Diana let herself feel her emotions and pleasure as Lavender sucked and nipped on her clit while continuing to slide her fingers in and out.
“Oh, Lavender,” she softly moaned. “Right there, right there.”
Diana could feel Lavender smile against her skin. “You like that?” Lavender inserted another finger, plunging them in faster and harder.
With her other hand, Lavender put two fingers on either side of her folds, opening her up and leaned her hand to expose the clit. She smiled before burying her face in between Diana’s thighs, flicking her cliroris with her tongue before swirling it.
“Oh my god,” Diana moaned, her voice deep and husky with desire. She lifted her arms to tangle in Lavender’s silvery cropped hair and pull Lavender against her even closer. “I’m about to come. I’m so close. Don’t stop.”
Lavender kept her pace, swirling her tongue around Diana’s clit as she kept hitting her G-spot with her fingers. Diana could feel her own juices leaking down her legs and making a mess, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was feeling Lavender’s fingers inside and her tongue pressed against her.
Pleasure rose inside Diana, and she squeezed her eyes shut as it came to a crescendo, her body tensed, and her orgasm crashed over her. She let out a scream that only let up as the final waves of pleasure dissipated, leaving her a wet mess on the love seat. After she opened her eyes, Lavender pulled her fingers out and wiped them on a nearby towel.
“That was…” Diana said but realized she couldn’t find her words.
“Mmmm yes, and you taste so good too.”
Lavender got up and sat next to Diana on the love seat, and Diana couldn’t help but notice even more of the little details that drew her attention: the laugh lines around her mouth that spoke of lots of shared happy memories, the crinkles around her eyes that told stories of joy, and the smoothness of her skin. Her eyes drank in Lavender, traveling from her high cheekbones, down the contours of her cheeks, down her elegant and elongated neck, and along her shoulders.
Before she knew what she was doing, she was tracing the jut of Lavender’s collarbone with her fingers, then moving across her shoulder and down her arm. Lavender inched closer, their hips flush against each other, warming Diana’s skin where they connected. Diana leaned in and captured Lavender’s lips in her mouth, scraping the lower lip with her teeth before pressing her lips firmly against Lavender’s. Diana poked her tongue in Lavender’s mouth, testing, and when Lavender’s mouth opened for her, she pressed even harder. Diana inhaled, moaning softly, and Lavender’s intoxicating touch and scent.
Diana disengaged and kissed the corner of her lips, her cheek, her neck, the space near her collarbone, her chest, and the swell of her breast. With her right hand, she grabbed Lavender’s breast and kneaded it gently while her mouth sucked on Lavender’s other breast, her tongue flicking the nipple until it was a hardened nub.
