God, she loved when Darcy looked at her like this. Like she was absolutely drunk on desire, all for Juliet.
“You want to be on top?” She guessed, already climbing onto the bed when Darcy nodded in confirmation.
She situated herself on her back, reaching down to stroke her fingertips down the silicone. Juliet flicked her gaze back to Darcy, whose mouth was open, her breath hitching.
“Look at what I did for you. Got this so ready to be inside of you,” she murmured, reaching her hand out to Darcy, her fingertips shining.
Darcy came to her, crawling back onto the bed as she took Juliet’s slick fingertips between her lips. The feeling of Darcy’s hot mouth sucking on her made her roll her hips up into the air,jesus.
“Take me inside of you while you suck my fingers,” she ordered, but her demand was tremulous.
How could she keep it together completely when Darcy did exactly as she said?
How couldanyonestay sane in her position?
Darcy immediately tossed her leg over Juliet’s hips, then lowered herself down, taking Juliet to the hilt in a single slide. She exhaled roughly around Juliet’s fingers, but kept her lips firmly wrapped around, sucking her deeper into her mouth.
Darcy’s eyes closed as she started rocking her hips. There was no rhyme or reason to her movements, just jerky, needyfucking.
Juliet could barely catch her own breath, as Darcy rode her. The feeling of Darcy’s tongue against the pads of her fingertips went right to her clit.
She did everything she could to control herself, tofocus.
“I chose this,” she thrust her hips up into Darcy, forcefully, making Darcy’s eyes flutter open. “Because I knew I wanted to fuck you after you’d been inside of me.”
She pulled her hand out of Darcy’s mouth, moving to hold her jaw in place. Keeping her right there, staring down at Juliet’s face. She wanted to stare at Darcy like this, just like this.
“This –mm,” Darcy cut herself off, setting even more of a demanding pace. “You can fuck me like this any time, as long as I fuck you, first. That’s…oh, god, th-that’s what makes me–”
Darcy’s teeth dug into her bottom lip so tightly, unable to finish talking, but she’d said enough. So hot. So good. So – soDarcy.
Juliet blindly reached for Darcy’s other hand, interlacing their fingers. Needing to feel that connection.
“Touch yourself. Rub your clit. I know you need to come for me,” she urged, squeezing Darcy’s hand with her own.
Darcy did exactly as Juliet asked, darting her hand between her legs and sliding her fingers over herself.
“Eyes open,” Juliet growled immediately, needing to see her. It was a non-negotiable right now.
Darcy nodded, the sounds leaving her throat getting higher and higher pitched, as she bounced down on Juliet faster. The color was rising up her neck, her cheeks.
Juliet knew from the continuous hitching of her breath that Darcy was on the precipice, that she was just about to come.
She sat up, bringing them face to face.
Darcy cried out sharply at the change, falling against Juliet as she jerked and shuddered.
“Mine,” Juliet growled, mindlessly. Just as out of her own mind as if she were the one coming. She gripped Darcy’s hand even tighter. “Mine.”
When Juliet wokeup in the morning, her body was sore in the best possible way; in exactly the way she’d wanted.
She stretched her arm out, onto Darcy’s side of the bed.
Only to find that it was empty.
Which – was not normal.
She sat up quickly, confused. Looking around.
