“You’re perfect for me, Juliet.”
She sucks on my thumb, her teeth grazing the tip as I slide it out.
“So are you, baby.”
She grins, knowing what it does to me as she leans forward and kisses me. Both of us are an absolute mess, covered in sweat, come, and lube.
Both of us smile against the kiss for a moment, and my cheeks hurt. I’ve never been this happy in my entire fucking life.
“Shower?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
We leave all the toys on the nightstand, as we head to the bathroom, the showers in Purgatory run hot, and I worry about the cupid’s skin, but when she steps into the heat, I realize I didn’t have anything to worry about.
“This is nice,” she sighs, the spray sprinkling her skin like it loves her.
I grab her chin and kiss her softly.
“Oh, you thought I was done?” I ask with a laugh.
“What?” she asks in a confused tone as I grab the detachable shower head and change the setting.
“Mors.”
“Yes, baby?” I coo against her ear as the spray hits us from above, and I place the shower head at her pussy.
“Fuck.”
I hold her waist as I walk her back a few inches so her back is pressed against the shower wall.
“Give me one more.”
“Only if you do too,” she says, her hand sliding over my wet body to slide over my core.
Her fingertips graze my lips as she puts two fingers inside of me and her thumb dances over my clit.
“Like that?” she asks breathlessly.
“More pressure,” I direct her, bringing the shower head closer to her clit.
She moans, her hand stilling for a moment, and her head lightly hitting the tiled walls of the shower.
Her movements are jagged, but I eat them up as I watch her try to hold back her release. The stimulation is too much for her to keep up fingering me, and she gives up. I grin against her collar bone as she holds the back of my head and my hips.
Juliet thrusts against the showerhead, until she finally can’t take anymore.
Her moan is loud in the enclosed space. She holds me tightly as she meets her release, and I think I might be addicted to the feeling.
I pull the spray away and click it back to the wall. Juliet cups my face, her lips meeting mine as the water slides down our bodies.
I’m not sure I’ve ever felt as loved as I do as her small pink hands hold the sides of my face.
Maybe a tear slips out of my eye, but I’d never admit it.
Juliet doesn’t acknowledge it as she pulls away and looks at me.
There’s a meow and a patting against the glass. Hades looks at us expectantly, and Juliet sighs and opens the shower door.
