Darcy rose to the challenge, just as Juliet knew she would.
Her body sang with it, with Darcy’s rough, demanding thrusts into her. Underneath it all was Juliet’s desperation.
She needed this, she needed this, she needed this.
She was reaching for her orgasm, feeling it constantly out of her grasp. Feeling it build to the point that she was tingling in her lower stomach, at the bottom of her spine, her thigh was twitching… but she couldn’tget there.
Juliet had no clue how long Darcy had been fucking her, unwavering. All she knew was that she couldn’t fuckingcome, and she wanted to so damn badly.
“Juliet,” Darcy started, breathing heavily, as her hips slowed down. Didn’t stop, but slowed. “You don’t have to come. It’s okay–”
She snapped her eyes open, feeling herself alight inside. “I amgoingto come,” she insisted, forcefully. The full force of this – this frustration inside of her wasn’t directed at Darcy, but at herself. “Do you need a break?”
Darcy snapped her hips harder, and they both groaned, long and low. “No. Not if this is what you need.”
She hadn’t said that, had she? Had she told Darcy she needed this? Juliet couldn’t fucking recall at this point. She couldn’t think logically, normally, at all. All she could think about wascoming. All she could think about was having control overthis. If she had no control over other things, she could control this at the very least.
With that, she tilted her head back, a renewed determination thrumming through her.
“Our sex life works to shut your brain down,” she gasped through the words. Her eyebrows tightly furrowed, annoyance zapping through her and mingling with the thrumming, coiling heat. “I need that tonight, too.”
She hadn’tneededlike this with Darcy before. When it came to sex and only sex, yes. But not because of something else going on in her life. She’d never needed Darcy to fuck reality away from her.
But she did right now. She needed Darcy to do this for her, do this to her, do thiswithher, and she wasn’t going to look any deeper than that because she couldn’t.
She couldn’t think about anything right now, other than how badly she needed to come, and how it just wasn’t happening. How her orgasm was mocking her, staying right beyond her grasp.
She whined, high in the back of her throat, feeling frustrated tears sting at the backs of her eyes.
Then she felt Darcy’s hands on her hips, gripping tightly, holding her still. Juliet hadn’t even realized how sharply she’d been jerking her hips up into Darcy’s until her strong, slightly callused hands stopped her.
She panted for breath, blinking her eyes open. “Darcy, I’m serious. Ineed–”
“I know,” Darcy interjected, her gaze locked onto Juliet’s. There was an understanding etched into her face, one that made Juliet minutely calm. Darcyknewwhat she needed. Darcy’s thumbs rubbed soft circles on her hips, and she shivered from it.
“But if you need to come that badly?” Darcy’s eyes searched hers. “Then I need you to listen to me. Can you do that?”
It felt… well, slightly different than their typical.
But she was desperate. She felt like her body was one giant mass of nerve-endings, pulsing and aching.
Slowly, she nodded.
Darcy stayed still for another few beats, holding Juliet’s gaze with her own. Then Darcy brought both of her hands to Juliet’s thighs once more, and lifted them. Making it so Juliet’s feet weren’t planted on the bed, her legs spread, but instead her knees were braced up on Darcy’s shoulders.
Even without moving, the position changed the angle Darcy had inside of her.
“Oh,” Juliet softly cried out, gasping with it.
She felt – she felt Darcy even deeper inside of her, like she’d filled Julieteverywhere. She was so hyper-aware of Darcy, of the stretch of her, she couldn’t think about anything else.
Then Darcy leaned down, moving so slowly. Her eyes were glued to Juliet’s, like she was attuned to every sound she made, every expression. Like she’d be ready to stop folding Juliet like a fucking pretzel in a second.
But Juliet didn’t want her to stop. This, pushing her further and completely taking her over, was exactly what Juliet desired.
She felt the stretch in her thighs – not too much,thank you, Pilates– as her breathing hitched, trying to find the new normal as she was filled beyond what she’d ever felt before.
Her hands squabbled for purchase, before landing on Darcy’s back, pressing tightly against her.
