Everything stopped.
Darcy’s grunts cut off, the way she was gripping Juliet’s hips went slack.
In the next heartbeat, Juliet found herself on her back. Darcy had wrapped her arms around her, braced herself, and rolled so Darcy was now hovering over her. Still buried inside of Juliet.
“You want me to fuck you?” She inched her hips back, angling up.
The slow drag of the toy against Juliet’s clit made her thigh twitch. She kicked her legs up, locking them behind Darcy’s back tightly, refusing to even entertain the idea that Darcy might slip out of her before she came.
“Darcy,” she rasped out, blinking her eyes up at her. “Now. God,now, just–”
Juliet wasn’t even fully aware of the words falling from her lips. She only knew she needed Darcy to do it, to take her, to fuck Juliet right into the mattress.
Darcy’s hips snapped forward into hers, hard, a shout escaping her.
She nodded, mouth open as she let out whatever groans and cries needed to escape. Yes,yes. Yes, this.
She dragged her nails down Darcy’s back, holding her close. “I want to feel you tomorrow. I want to feel you, always. I – I–”
Juliet couldn’t keep speaking in words that made any type of sense.
Darcy didn’t stop. She drilled her hips down into Juliet’s like it was her fucking job, fucking Juliet exactly how she’d wanted.
And Juliet couldn’t possibly wait any longer. She didn’t want it even drawn out any longer. She wanted to come, with Darcy buried inside of her, with Darcy’s body pressing her into the bed, breathing her into her lungs.
Reaching between their sweat-slicked bodies, she swiped her fingertips roughly, messily. No way she’d get any real traction, not with how wet she was, but she just needed –
“Oh.Oh!Fuuuck,” She started the word in a moan, but her voice cut off as she came.
The cacophony building inside of her exploded, all in chaotic harmony, and she snapped her thighs tightly around Darcy, wrapped her arms around her shoulders, and rode it out as best she could.
Juliet shuddered so hard, the blood rushing through her ears with the galloping of her heart. The strength of her orgasm pushed away everything else. Everything except for Darcy.
At long last, she released Darcy. When she felt like she’d returned back to planet Earth.
She felt Darcy press a lingering kiss to her collarbone, before she pulled out of her. Juliet felt Darcy move to climb off the bed, and that spurred her into action.
Sitting up just in time to watch Darcy slide the harness down her legs, the toy still firmly in place, she stopped Darcy before she took another step.
“Wait. Can I,” she had to cut herself off, her throat so dry and a renewed desire stealing through her. “I want to fuck you. With that,” she stated, her voice trembling.
So were her hands, just at the pure, unfetteredneedpulsing through her at the idea, as she gestured to the harness. The one Darcy gripped, her knuckles turning white with Juliet’s request.
She bit her lip, searching Darcy’s gaze with her own. Questioning.
She’d never fucked Darcy with a strap-on. She’d used her mouth, her fingers, a vibrator. But she’d never had Darcy splayed for her, taking Juliet the way Darcy so often took her.
“We don’t have to,” she pushed out. “It’s – I don’t–”
Darcy nodded, handing Juliet the harness. “I want it,” her voice was throaty. “Tonight, I want it a lot.”
Everything inside of her lit up anew, like she had new life breathed into her. Quickly, she got up from the bed and took the harness from Darcy.
She looked down at herself. “You wear this better,” she easily admitted.
But Juliet thought Darcy wore anything and everything better. She was… she was a fucking vision.
But Darcy’s eyes were glued to her, her breath quickening. “You don’t understand what I’m looking at.”
