Damn, it made her pulse again, and she hissed in a breath.
… she could probably push through that, in a little while, though.
Darcy sat back on her haunches, looking up at Juliet from where she still knelt on the floor between her legs.
If she’d thought Darcy had looked wrecked before, it was nothing compared to Darcy right now.
And she stared at Juliet unfazed, unashamedly covered in her, her breathing ragged.
The energy that had fled her system zapped right back. No, she couldn’t let Darcy continue to treat her like a second four-course meal tonight just yet. But Juliet wasfarfrom done with her.
“Get up here,” she quietly demanded.
Darcy wasted no time in acquiescing, rising to Juliet’s demand. Like she always did.
Juliet’s thighs were bracketed by Darcy’s soft, thick legs in an instant, Darcy’s abdomen pressing against hers, pushing her back into the couch.
Reaching out with impatient hands, she cupped Darcy’s jaw and pulled her forward, needing to taste herself on her lips.
With the same impatience, she streaked her hand between them, scratching up Darcy’s inner thigh. She let out a tremulous moan against Juliet’s mouth, and satisfaction raced through her.
Especially when she touched Darcy’s pussy. She was soaked on contact.
She traced two fingers around Darcy’s entrance, breaking their kiss just enough to murmur, “You know what you have to do. Take what you want from me.”
One of Darcy’s hands clawed at her shoulder, as she rolled her hips and took Juliet’s fingers inside without missing a beat.
She could feel Darcy already fluttering around her, clenching as she started riding Juliet’s fingers at a furious pace.
Those green eyes were heavily-lidded, barely open, boring into Juliet’s as she felt Darcy’s thighs start to shake.
“You really did need that, huh?” She asked, reaching back and stroking her fingertips up Darcy’s back, before dragging them down. “Did getting me off like that work you up so much?”
“Jesus,” Darcy’s voice was caught between a shout and a groan. “Yeah. Yes.Yes.”
“You’re going to come in barely any time at all from how worked up you are. I can feel you.”
“Yeah,” Darcy agreed again, nodding rapidly, her head dropping back as her hips started bucking down into Juliet’s hand without a semblance of a rhythm.
She shifted her hand just enough to grind her palm into Darcy’s clit the next time Darcy rocked down against her, and – she felt it.
A long, rumbling moan escaped from Darcy’s open lips, echoing through Juliet’s ears. She felt Darcy tighten around her, gripping her fingers.
Juliet stared up at her, feeling almost drunk on it, even though she’d only had a single drink, and it had been hours ago.
A minute later, Darcy nearly collapsed on top of her but caught herself. Bracing on the back of the couch, catching her breath.
Juliet could feel Darcy’s breasts pushing against hers with every inhale, shivering with it. So, Darcy could stay right here, then, that was fine.
“Our vocal cords are going to be so fucked tomorrow,” were the first words out of Darcy’s mouth.
Juliet couldn’t help but snort out a laugh. “That’s the first thing on your mind after we have sex?”
She didn’t know if she should be insulted because she couldn’t think of anythingrealright now. But more than anything, surprisingly, she was amused.
“Wasn’t the first thing,” Darcy corrected, pushing herself back. Not off of Juliet, but far enough to properly look at her. “But it was a relevant thing.”
She wondered what the first thing was. And, admittedly, she felt a ridiculous surge of satisfaction creep through her at the slight hoarseness in Darcy’s throat.
