“Another,” she demanded, her voice straining higher. “I saidfill me.”
Darcy groaned, a glint lighting up in her eyes, as she pressed another finger inside. “Full enough?” She asked, flexing her fingers deep inside of Juliet.
She hit a spot that made Juliet’s eyes roll back, clenching so tightly around her as she released a hoarse shout.
She couldn’t properly catch her breath again after that. Not as Darcy started fucking her. Really fucking her, pulling out only a couple of inches before thrusting back inside. With everythrust, she curled her fingers inside of Juliet, making her blood thrum.
Every pump of Darcy’s fingers felt like she was tapping at the edge of the orgasm that was building inside of Juliet like a tidal wave.
“This is what you’ve wanted?Needed?” Juliet asked, her voice so low because her throat was so dry.
Darcy’s stare was locked onto hers as she kissed and bit at Juliet’s inner thigh. Like even though she couldn’t have her mouth on Juliet’s clit, she needed her mouth somewhere on her. She nodded.
Juliet clenched again, and she panted for breath, rolling her hips harder into Darcy’s hand. Building, building.
“You’ve needed to be so useful like this. So fucking good,” she gasped out, unsure if she was affirming for Darcy that shewasso fucking good or that she’d wanted to feel useful and good.
It didn’t matter.
Nothing mattered right now except for the fact that Juliet could feel herself being fucked within an inch of her life the way Darcy’s fingers thrust, then scissored inside of her. She felt like she was being ripped apart at the seams.
“And it’s better because it’sme,” she bit off the last word on a groan, her body shuddering when Darcy’s fingertips hit that perfect spot inside of her.
But that was exactly it. This was better, stronger, hotter because it wasn’t some random woman. It was Darcy Kincaid. And she had to –needed– to know it was the same for Darcy.
Darcy’s stare was wide and dark, as she stared up at Juliet from where her mouth was working at leaving a mark on her inner thigh. Tomorrow, Juliet might be annoyed at that. Tonight, it drove her closer to falling into her orgasm.
Darcy’s teeth bit sharply into her, and Juliet’s eyes rolled back. Then Darcy released her, murmuring, “Yes. Fuck, I – yes, it’s better.”
The confirmation lit her up inside, setting flame to the orgasm about ready to spiral through her. Yes, it was better for Darcy becauseJulietwas the one.
With a choked off moan, she pushed Darcy’s head back to her cunt. Yes, her clit was overstimulated. Yes, she’d be sore in the morning.
But she required Darcy’s mouth on her again. She wouldn’t be able to come until she felt those lips on her clit one more time, and she was ready.
God, she was so fucking ready.
The wet sounds of Darcy’s soaked lips against her mingled with the muffled sounds from Darcy’s mouth that she felt vibrating through her clit, then through her entire body.
She forced her eyes open, staring down her body. Her chest was heaving, she could barely breathe, every nerve ending felt like it was on fire, primed to explode.
Darcy’s eyes were fixed on her, and she came.
Reallycame.
The tsunami that had been building inside, behind the other orgasms, washed through her. She dropped her head back, unable to hold herself up.
Unable to do anything other than keep her hand steadily buried in Darcy’s hair, holding onto her like she was breathing Juliet to life. Unable to do anything other than feel herself twitch and shudder, her body entirely out of her control.
When the final wave of her orgasm ebbed, she felt more drained than she did after a live two hour performance on stage.
And Darcy was still between her thighs, gently working her tongue over her clit.
Juliet sucked in a breath – yeah, definitely overstimulated now.
She pushed against Darcy, who let out a whine against her that would have absolutely taken Juliet to her knees had she been upright.
“Enough,” she wished her voice was stronger, but she’d never been quite so demolished by someone. She’d never had a sexual partner so intent on giving her pleasure that shewhinedwhen being pushed away, even though Juliet was sure Darcy’s jaw had to be sore.
