Her fingernails dug into Darcy’s back again, a whine escaping the back of her throat before she could stop it.
“I want you…” She scratched her nails firmly down Darcy’s spine, until she reached that world-class ass, perfect for her to take a handful. She used her grip to tug Darcy tighter against her. “To fuck me.” She tilted her head back into her pillow enough to look into Darcy’s eyes, nailing her with a serious stare. “And when I sayfuck me, I mean it.”
She felt Darcy’s tremulous exhale on her lips. “Yes, ma’am,” Darcy breathed out. Somewhat joking, somewhat not.
Juliet arched against her, restlessly. Restless to be filled, restless to work out this fucking energy coursing through her.
Her breath caught and held in her lungs when Darcy shifted up onto her knees, and she had to take a second to just… look at her.
At the vision of Darcy Kincaid, her blonde hair tied messily back into a long ponytail, entirely naked save for the strap she was going to use to make Juliet forget about her problems. Her tits heaved with every deep breath she took, her hard nipples making Juliet’s mouth water.
Later. Most definitely… later.
Darcy slid her hands down Juliet’s torso slowly, cupping her breasts and flicking her thumbs over her hard, aching nipples. So sensitive, she couldn’t help herself from jerking, rocking hard down into Darcy.
A smile flashed across Darcy’s face, before she continued down Juliet’s body. Mapping over her stomach, her hips, and then moving her hands down the outside of Juliet’s thighs. She then slid under and gripped, tugging Juliet a few inches down and spreading her legs obscenely wide.
Juliet pressed her head back, a groan escaping her, before she ordered, “Darcy? Fuck. Me. Now.”
Darcy reached down, holding herself in place as she traced the strap over Juliet’s clit. Coating the tip with how soaked she was after Darcy had diligently gone down on her.
She rolled down into it, her heart rate ticking up higher as she dug her teeth into her bottom lip. Then she slapped her hands down onto the mattress as Darcy slid two fingers all of the way inside of her. Slowly but surely, meeting no resistance.
“Just making sure you’re wet enough to take me,” Darcy murmured, sliding her fingers in and out a few times. She pressed her other hand low on Juliet’s stomach, just below her bellybutton.
“Iam,” she managed, not sounding nearly as demanding as she wanted to right now.
But sheneededthis. She fucking needed it. She’d needed it all day. She’d needed it since the second she’d had the call with Thomas, Harrison as a silent third party. Meddling in her schedule, in her life.
“I can feel that,” Darcy confirmed, drawing her fingers out, sliding them down the silicone shaft.
Always so damnthoughtful, even when Juliet told her that she simply wanted to be taken.
Before her impatience either snapped out in a demand or escaped her in a keening whine – either was a possibility – Darcy pressed the blunt tip of the strap against her and pushed.
Juliet took the first few inches, hissing out a breath. It was a stretch, but it was a good stretch. Exactly what she’d wanted, what she’d had in mind.
When she took in a deep, panting breath, she could feel Darcy pause, and she snapped her eyes wide open, locking onto Darcy’s. “Donotstop,” she ordered, even if it was a little breathless. “Keep going.”
Darcy nodded, her teeth digging into her bottom lip as she rolled her hips forward. She followed Juliet’s demand, not stopping at all but moving slowly, until she was fully seated inside of Juliet.
Her eyes tightly closed, her mouth dropping open. One of her hands reached out, grabbing at Darcy’s thigh, which was wedged under her own, digging her nails in. Leaving little marks that would thrill her when she noticed them when this was all over.
“That’s it,” she gasped. “That’s it.”
She allowed Darcy to stay paused for another few seconds, adjusting. But only for a few seconds.
“What did I say, Darcy?” She asked, tension laced through her voice the way it was laced through her body, like her orgasm was a snake poised for attack. Coiling. Waiting.
A shout clawed from the back of her throat when Darcy did precisely what Juliet had said: shefuckedher.
Darcy pulled nearly all of the way out, before slamming back in. The force, the speed, stole Juliet’s breath, and – yes.Yes.
“Yes!” She cried out, rolling her hips up to meet Darcy’s with every thrust.
The sound of Darcy’s hips slapping against hers became music to her ears, and she dug her nails harder into her thigh.
“Come on. Give it to me,” she urged, darkly, opening her eyes to aim a defiant stare up at her. “I know you can fuck me harder.”
