“I can’t accept it.” I shake my head in defiance.
“It’s a gift.”
“This ismetaking you on a date, you’re not supposed to be buying me gifts.”
“Yeah and you’re lucky I let you pay for the tickets, so just let me buy you this gift.” It’s more of a command than anything.
“This isn’t a gift; I could buy a car with that money!” I tell her indecorously.
“What cars do you own that cost that little?”
“I can’t accept it, Juliette. You know I don’t like stuff like this.”
“What? Me gifting you something? Well, too fucking bad,” she says loudly, but before I can respond she continues. “I will buy you what I want, I'll buy you this painting, a car, a plane, a house, I'll even buy you an island if I want to and you'll sit there and fucking take it.”
My breathing suddenly becomes heavier from her hot gaze. “Why don’t you make me take it.”
God, I used to hate how spoiled she was, and it wasn’t even about the money but how she used it to put others down instead of using it for better things. But now? As hard as I want to fight how wanted it makes me feel, I can’t. I mean it’s her money, she can do what she wants with it, even throwing it at me. Especially when she looks at me like this and tells me what to do. Maybe I always liked it a little bit.
My bratty tone seems to set her alight because she pays for the painting in a hurry—practically forcing a worker to go place it in her car while she drags me to the nearest restroom.
Our lips meld into one, hotly. She drags me into one of the cubicles and pins me against the door. Her hand unbuttons my jeans and she sticks her hand down my panties and doesn’t waste anytime thrusting into me harshly.
“Take it baby,” she grunts into my ear.
“Fuck,” I moan in response, feeling her fingers hitting every single spot.
“Quiet, wouldn’t want anyone to hear you.” She puts her hand over my mouth and chuckles darkly. “Unless you’d like that …”
I bite her hand and that makes her drive further into me. “I bet you would, I bet you’d love people hearing you getting fucked like a little slut in here.”
I moan louder against her mouth due to her dirty words and wild pace and I take the opportunity to unbutton her jeans and stick my own fingers inside of her. She’s unbelievably wet. I slip in so easily into her tightness and that only makes my own clit swell up even more.
“Oh God,” she moans, her forehead pressed against mine as we both thrust into each other.
I’m always so close when Juliette is inside me, it’s almost embarrassing, but can you blame me? She is a goddess amongst humans. I could cum just from looking at her sometimes, like right now, her hand clamped around my mouth. She looks so smug, but so breakable at the same time as she takes my fingers into her pussy and rocks against my hand.
The way she moans breathlessly against me drives me crazy. “Harder baby,” she begs and pleads at the same time and as always, I listen.
“You’re so good at that,” I compliment, fuelling her praise kink and a lighting streak enters her eyes and her thrusts too.
Sweat trickles down my back the harder she fingers me and I feel like bursting at the seams. She’s so good at that, so unbelievably good.
“Addie,” she moans even louder when I drive my finger into her g-spot and before I know it, I’m shaking against her too.
It’s different when you cum with someone. When the vibrations ripple through both of you—it’s so animalistic and vulnerable in nature. It’s not like the beginning, I’m not afraid to lose myself in the pleasure, I just let it pound away at me.
Then it happens. It’s slow, almost as if time has stopped completely.
“I love you,” she whispers breathlessly against me.
The shock is enough to halt my orgasm completely. Chills travel through my spine all the way to my heart which has also frozen in place.
She retracts from me and I don’t say a word. Not even as we clean up. Instead I peck her lips, pretending like she didn’t say anything. She doesn’t bring it up either, not when we walk out of the museum nor when we both leave separately. I’m not sure how I drive back with the way my heart was pounding, but I do.
***
I still feel my heart thundering when I walk into my house. It forcefully dissipates when I walk into the dining room and Adam is sitting on the table.
