I watch the cat who barely even greets me soak up Juliet’s attention. She keeps him tucked in her arms as she sits on the leather loveseat in the corner.
“What would you like to eat?”
She scratches Hades’ chin, telling him how perfect he is, and how he doesn’t need four legs, because he’s so handsome and flawless the way he is.
“Whatever your favorite place is?” she asks, breaking her attention from Hades to look at me.
I never thought I’d be jealous of a fucking cat.
“Chinese it is. I’ll be right back,” I tell her, but I’m not sure if she hears me over my cat’s purrs that are so loud he sounds like a Geiger counter checking for radiation.
After we’ve eaten, and Hades finally stops consuming all of Juliet’s time, I pull out the cookies she made for me and place them on the coffee table as I put on a boring movie in the background.
“These are delicious, thank you,” I say, making her blush.
“Good. The first batches I made a few weeks back were barely edible,” she says, twisting a rose gold heart locket around her neck.
“That’s a pretty necklace.”
“I just got it the other night. Kind of as a gift to myself for all the recent love matches.”
“It suits you.”
She licks her lips, and I don’t want to push her. I want her to be comfortable enough to ask for what she wants. But she also looks so hopelessly nervous that I make the first move and place a hand on her thigh and squeeze.
That’s all it takes for her to spin to the side and hungrily crash her lips against mine. Her wing lightly brushes my face, and I smile against her lips.
Juliet kisses the side of my face and down the column of my throat, making me shiver. Her hand is on my thigh, but it doesn’t move as she breaks away from the kiss.
Her pink eyes search mine, and she finds some confidence as she slides her hand to cup my pussy.
I smile at her and some of the tension that was weighing her down leaves.
“Should I take you to my bed, sweet cupid?”
She bites her lip and nods as I take her hand and lead us away from the couch toward the bed.
I delicately wrap a hand around her throat as I kiss her. Her whimpers fuel my need for her as I tug down one shoulder of her dress.
“Are you going to let me see how sexy you are with this pretty-pink dress on the floor?” I ask her.
There’s a two-panel zipper on the back of her dress for her wings, and I delicately unzip both of them. Juliet helps by pushing the dress down, until she’s standing before me in a lacy black set of lingerie. She did listen afterall, her willingness to please makes me want her even more.
The bra is nearly see-through, and my mouth waters when I realize her deep-pink nipples are pierced.
“Do you like it?” she asks in a worried voice.
I tug her closer to me, her wings ruffling slightly as I hold her warm body close to mine.
“I’ve never seen anything more perfect,” I whisper against the shell of her ear, making her shiver.
I mean every word. The salacious and delicious contrast of the dark material against her bright pink skin is all-consuming.
My fingers tug on her loose curls, forcing her to look up at me.
“You did so well. I think I should reward you for being such a good girl for me.”
She licks her lips and I can’t help but to kiss them; she sighs against my mouth and my hand travels down her body to grab a fist full of her rounded ass.
