Page 16 of Flogging Faith
Faith couldn’t meet her eyes as she shyly slipped the dress from her shoulders, and stepped out of it, leaving her clad only in black-lace knickers and a matching bra, and those adorable ballet flats. And then she toed her shoes off and in doing so, she took Bex’s breath away.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” Bex told her. “So delicious. I can’t wait to eat you all up.”
Faith’s gaze flew upward and caught on Bex’s bra.
The light in the suite was better than in the Dungeon, and as Faith was no longer tied up to a St. Andrew’s Cross, she could take in all of Bex. And there was a lot of Bex to take in. She wasn’t usually self-conscious about her full-figure—she’d had enough women begging to sub for her at Riley’s club to have zero doubts about her hotness—but somehow, she felt vulnerable in this moment.
Faith must have sensed something because she moved close and slipped her arm around Bex’s waist. “I wish you could see yourself the way I do.” She stepped back and deliberately looked over Bex.
Bex found herself ducking her head, barely breathing as if awaiting Faith’s approval.
When the other woman stepped back, her finger under Bex’s chin coaxed her gaze upward until she could see Faith’s smile. “I cannot wait for you to ravish me.”
She wasn’t sure what to say, how to even speak after those words.
Faith slipped her underwear down and off, sat on the bed, took off her bra and leaned back and looked at Bex. “Your turn to strip for me.”
Bex didn’t sub.
She didn’t switch.
She just didn’t.
But for Faith she found herself reaching behind and taking off her bra, and Faith’s sharp gasp on an inbreath was a wonderful reward. “Like what you see?” Her shy grin at the other woman added levity to the moment, and she felt a bit more comfortable. This wasn’t about Faith topping her—it was about the two of them being vulnerable with each other.
“Fuck yes,” said Faith, slipping to her knees at the foot of the bed and reaching up to roll down Bex’s tights. Her hands were cool and dry, not as soft as the rest of her, but as they grazed her skin, Bex couldn’t help but gasp.
“I want to taste you.”
She looked down and Faith was staring up at her, smiling softly.
“I thought I’m the one in charge here,” Bex said, but she was laughing.
“You are,” said Faith. “And I would like the opportunity to worship you.”
Bex took Faith’s hands and pulled her up to standing. “How about this—I lay you back and feast my fill, and then after, I sit on your face and ride your tongue?”
The delight in Faith’s face was utterly endearing. “I think I’d be okay with that.”
“Good,” said Bex.
Faith bounced backward on the bed, and then scooted up the mattress in the most endearing wriggly manner. “Come on then.” She spread her legs. “Come feast.”
CHAPTER 11
Faith thought she’d never forget the look on Bex’s face as she spread her legs before her. Hungry and desperate and yearning all at once. She reached out her hand, and Bex took it, moving up to kiss Faith’s lips hard, and then moving down to kiss her other lips.
Fingers stroked through her curls, and Bex’s thumb reached up to brush against Faith’s clit. She gasped. The touch was intoxicating, and then Bex replaced her thumb with her tongue and Faith’s back arched all the way off the bed and she made a noise she’d never heard herself make before—something halfway between a squeak and hum. It was bizarre.
She felt Bex pause, tongue withdrawing slightly, and then as the mattress moved, she realized the other woman was laughing.
Looking down the bed, she mock-glared at the brunette. “I don’t know what you think’s so funny!”
Bex couldn’t speak, laughing so hard she was wheezing.
“It’s not that funny,” said Faith.
Bex bent her head and licked Faith’s clit again.