Wordlessly, Darcy nodded and used her hand on Juliet’s thigh to guide her leg down, releasing her when Juliet had solid footing.
Wasting no time, Juliet grabbed Darcy’s hand and led them through the open living space to her couch.
Turning around to face Darcy, she sat in front of her.
She felt hot all over, inside and out, as she reclined back, leaving herself completely on display for Darcy. She opened her legs, letting Darcy look her fill.
Just like she’d said at the studio – she wanted Darcy to look at her. She wanted Darcy to want her.
Darcydidlook. Wet lips parted, dragging her eyes down Juliet’s body in a stare so intense, she could feel it. When Darcy stared at her breasts, her nipples tightened. When Darcy slid her eyes down her stomach, her muscles flexed.
And when Darcy looked between her legs, she throbbed.
She could tell by the slightest movement that Darcy was going to sink back down to her knees.
Juliet stopped her. “Before you make me come this time, I want you to take everything off. I want to see you.”
Darcy’s half-smirk was slow, and sly. Instead of pushing back against Juliet, she quickly brought her hands up and unzipped the hidden zipper on the side of her pants. The fabric fell, pooling around her feet, and she kicked them away. Without asecond of hesitation, she hooked her thumbs in her thong and slid that down, too.
Darcy, in all of her glory, was exactly the fantasy she appeared outwardly to be.
Juliet’s lips parted, greedy for a taste herself. She could see what she’d done to Darcy, what a mess she was.
She didn’t have a chance, though, to even contemplate if she wanted to switch yet. Because Darcy lowered herself to her knees on the soft carpet under the couch, reached forward and grabbed at Juliet’s ass, dragging her forward, clearly impatient.
A yelp escaped her, surprised at Darcy’s show of strength. She didn’t manage to catch her breath before Darcy’s mouth was back. Latched onto her clit, tongue lapping at her.
Juliet bowed up, her lips dropping open in a silent shout as her hands slapped down to the cushions next to her, gripping tightly.
Darcy was ravenous for her. The thought floated through the back of Juliet’s mind, as Darcy went to work like she’d never had a meal in her life. She seemed starved for Juliet’s cunt, and Juliet felt nearly incoherent with pleasure.
This was it. It wasexactlywhat she’d imagined when Darcy had talked to her about sex just before coming out to her.
“Oh –oh!” She cried out, her heels digging into Darcy’s back as an unexpected orgasm hit her.
It wasn’t nearly as strong as her previous one, not even close. It felt like an appetizer of what Juliet could still feel to come. She wasn’t done, not yet.
She wantedmore. They weren’t even close to reaching the depths of her desire for Darcy. Not even fucking close.
She dragged in ragged breaths, reaching down to stroke her hand through Darcy’s hair again. “That’s – that’s it,” she urged on, groaning through her words. “But I want more.”
Darcy seemed energized by that. Bymore.
She pressed in closer, and Juliet had no idea how Darcy could evenbreathelike that, buried between her legs. Darcy’s tongue circled her clit with devastating precision, tapping against a spot that made Juliet curl her toes over and over and –
She pushed Darcy’s head back, just enough to break the contact before she got too overstimulated.
She was stilljuston the right side of it, wobbling between pleasure and pain but pleasure prevailing. But she needed to make sure she stayed that way until she came again.
“My clit needs a break,” she informed Darcy, firm and breathless. “Put your fingers inside of me, I want to be full of you.”
There was not a chance in hell she was going to end this night without Darcy filling her.
She kept her hand in Darcy’s soft, thick hair. Staring down into her heavily lidded eyes, glassy with desire. Juliet’s wetness was dripping down Darcy’s chin, down her neck. Like she owned her.
And in this moment, she did.
Darcy pressed two fingers against her, pushing in all of the way. And Darcy had – god – she had long, talented fingers. But with how soaked Juliet was…
