“You’re in control, here,” Darcy’s voice was low and a little raspy against her ear, but affirming.
Juliet’s thigh twitched at the words, her eyes tightly closing. “Again,” she panted, rolling her hips tightly up into Darcy’s. “Say it again.”
She could feel Darcy’s hand, the one that wasn’t braced above them, slid into her hair. Scratching slightly at her scalp, and her entire body shuddered. “You’re in control, Juliet. If you want anything, then I’ll give it to you. If you want to come, I’ll make you come. Just let me give you what you need.”
She didn’t know what it was. If it was Darcy’s words or her tone or what, but she couldn’t care enough to try to pick it apart. All she could do was nod. Yes.
“Okay?” Darcy asked, quietly, moving her lips up and down Juliet’s neck.
She angled her chin up, her toes clenching, full-body shivering as Darcy nipped her teeth against her pulse, which jumped in response.
Then Darcy pulled back and thrust into Juliet, for the first time in minutes. Juliet’s head snapped back hard into the pillow, a shout ripping from her throat.
“Do you feel me, baby?” Darcy asked right against her ear.
“Yeah.Mm, fuck. Yes, I feel you,” she answered with a moan.
“Use me. I’m here to make you come.” Darcy didn’t stop moving, fucking Juliet with long, deliberate strokes. “It’s just you and me, here.”
Juliet nodded rapidly, her heart picking up pace in her chest the way Darcy’s hips picked up pace slamming into her own.
This time, she kept her eyes open. Just barely, butenough. Enough to watch Darcy above her.
The way the heat and arousal was etched into her face, the sheen of sweat on her forehead. The way she stared down at Juliet with a promise that she wasn’t going to stop.
It was just them, here. Darcy’s words reverberated through her mind, and she clenched so tightly around the length buried inside of her.
It was just them, here.
Juliet was in control of her own pleasure. Well, Darcy was, but she – she wanted to give this to Juliet.
God, yes, okay. It was happening. Finally.
The orgasm she’d been desperately grasping for minutes ago came roaring back, and Juliet darted her hand between them. She didn’t want Darcy to move, she liked feeling her. She liked having Darcy’s hips pressing into her wrist, as she messily stroked her fingers over her throbbing clit.
“Fuckingfinally,” she gutturally groaned. “Darcy.”
It was all she could say before her orgasm rolled through her.
Pummeled her, was more accurate. Her legs flexed so tightly they nearly cramped, her hands pressed into Darcy’s back to find an anchor keeping her right here in the moment.
Darcy’s torso completely pressed into hers, which only made Juliet’s orgasm even stronger.
It was exactly what she wanted. What she’d needed. Everything in her body and mind felt completely washed out with pleasure.
When it faded, her ears were ringing. Heart still thudding in her chest, she opened heavily lidded eyes and wiggled her legs enough to let Darcy know she needed them to come down.
Darcy obliged without hesitation, shifting up as carefully as possible given how deep she still was inside of Juliet. She guided Juliet’s legs gently down to the bed, which was sweet because Juliet was going to let them drop as if the limbs no longer had any sensation.
They did, with a somewhat enjoyable burn in her muscles.
Darcy carefully settled back over her, running her eyes over Juliet’s face. “I’m just going to–”
She grabbed Darcy’s hips firmly before she could move. “Don’t pull out. Not yet.”
Darcy stilled immediately, her eyes widening. “All right. Are you okay?”
“More than. But,” she started, turning and angling her head up to find… there it was. She reached out, fumbling for her phone, grabbing it with her fingertips. “I’m not done yet.”
