The Wish You Left Behind

Chapter 35: Carnations

Happy December! 😊

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FAYE

She tastes like alcohol; sweet and intoxicating. Faye can’t help but beg for more. And though her mind asks her to stop and pull away, her body doesn’t obey.

Faye grabs Yoko’s hand and kisses her deeper.

The young woman takes it as an invitation and starts kissing her throat, then her hot lips explore the side of her neck. Faye can’t help but moan.

“Tell me to stop and I will.”

Faye knew she wants to say something, but Yoko rendered her speechless that there’s nothing she can do but hold on to the edge of the nearby table as her knees buckle.

Yoko pauses but she can’t see her clearly as she’s hovering too close; her nose touching hers ever so slightly.

“Do you want me to stop?” Yoko’s voice is low; for she, too, is running out of breath.

The young woman’s hand rests on her shoulder, stroking it, as though coaxing her to respond.

“Faye?”

She sigh, caressing the hand on her shoulder with her own. “No.”

Yoko smiles before kissing her softly. “Bedroom,” she mutters before planting another peck on the side of her mouth. “Now.”

Faye couldn’t bring herself to close the door; couldn’t bear to lose the feel of Yoko’s warmth against her.

Once inside the bedroom, she lifts her up and places her down on top of the vanity table.

The young woman’s complaint came out as a series of groans.

But is that a complaint?

Faye dares to find out.

She broke their kiss to taste the side of her neck. Despite the glistening sweat, she’s sweet that Faye can’t help but suck at the tender skin.

Yoko moans. Her fingers curl around her hair, pulling her closer.

Faye takes it as an encouragement. She let her hand travel to the young woman’s slim figure; caressing her arm, running her thumb against the sides of her chest until she caresses it fully. Yoko’s back arches.

Faye touches all of her as she busies her mouth, nibbling at Yoko’s collarbone.

The young woman elicits a moan.

“Tell me what you want?” Faye whispers as her lips travel down the young woman’s chest, leaving both of them breathless.

“You.” Yoko’s voice comes out raspy against her forehead. “I want to feel you.”

Faye carries Yoko off the table and turns her around.

Yoko looks at her in the mirror with dazed eyes. She bites her lips as Faye steps closer, her front touching Yoko’s rear.

As though bidding her time, Faye unzips the heiress’s dress slowly, planting wet kisses along Yoko’s exposed back until the dress falls on the floor, ruffled and forgotten.

“You’ll feel all of me,” Faye said against her earlobe. Her warm hands rub her stomach and downwards in a soft caress until it stops on top of the woman’s underwear, fiddling with the laces.

She looks at Yoko in the mirror but the young woman’s eyes are closed. Her lips slightly parted.

“Tonight, you're mine,” Faye added as she takes off the last piece of her clothing and touch her thigh.