Chapter Twenty-Nine Juliette
TWENTY-NINE JULIETTE
Watching Luca fall apart, writhing and whimpering and unable to form a coherent sentence, is immediately addicting.
Luca’s head twists from side to side, mouth bitten bright crimson and shredded by her own teeth.
She keens and mewls, begging for more, begging for less.
At some point while she’s edging Luca, a distant part of Juliette realizes that she is thoroughly ruined for anyone else.
She’s becoming attuned to Luca’s whimpers and moans, to the flex of her stomach and the tremble of her thighs, to the way she likes to be touched.
And more importantly, Luca never asks her to stop.
Juliette can’t help but lean down and lick Luca’s mouth, swallowing all the tiny sounds she’s making.
In a streak of heat, she realizes she never wants anyone else to hear Luca make those beautiful sounds.
She never wants anyone else to touch Luca like this.
She is mine, Juliette thinks, strangely possessive.
The thought should scare her, but it doesn’t.
“Juliette, please,” Luca whimpers as Juliette grinds the heel of her hand into Luca’s clit and brings her to the edge without pushing her over. Luca’s face is blotchy, sweat dewed on her forehead and in the hollow of her throat, but Juliette has never been so turned on in her whole life.
Luca is beyond gorgeous. She is sex-hazed, needy, and desperate for Juliette to touch her. “Please, let me,” she rasps, blunt nails scratching into Juliette’s scalp. She wishes Luca would pull.
“Yes,” Juliette whispers, dotting kisses along Luca’s hips.
“Come on, you’ve earned it.” She lets it build slowly this time, making note of the way Luca’s thighs shake so hard she’s almost vibrating, and her breathing stutters.
Juliette drives three fingers into her, and Luca clenches down on them.
Her lashes flutter, clumped together, and her mouth opens into an obscene moan.
Her hands clench into the sheets, the muscles and veins in her forearms popping, her back arching like a bow off the bed as the tension snaps, shimmering tears streaking down her temples.
Juliette strokes her through the orgasm with her thumb angled against her clit.
Her wrist cramps, but she doesn’t care when Luca looks that good coming around her fingers, gushing hot and beautifully slick.
Juliette can almost feel the phantom sensations as she strokes Luca through her orgasm.
Luca slumps, boneless and relaxed. Juliette roots around in her backpack for wipes and cleans them both, quickly but gently. Luca is completely lost in the drifting clouds of postorgasm haze.
“I’ll be right back,” she says, kissing Luca’s sweaty forehead.
Luca’s whimper makes Juliette freeze.
“No, wait. Don’t go.”
There is something in the hitch of Luca’s voice that chills her bones.
She turns, swiftly leaning down into her line of sight.
She kisses her, gently caressing her face and wiping the tears away on one side.
“I’m right here. I only want to get water for you.
” She smooths her hair back, trying to assure Luca that she isn’t leaving.
Luca’s breath hiccups, and she nods. Juliette’s heart wrenches, and she indulges in tracing the curves of Luca’s face until her breathing steadies and she relaxes against the pillows again, eyes closing.
Juliette would like to think she doesn’t sprint to the minifridge, but she does. “See, right here,” Juliette says as she tosses herself back into the bed with a water bottle. “I need you to drink this before we continue,” Juliette says.
Luca’s head lolls. “I want to eat you out,” she says.
Juliette shudders. Fuck. She wants that too. “Drink this first,” she says.
Luca struggles to lift herself onto an elbow and tips the bottle back. “Is this the end of the fun?” she asks after draining half the bottle, glancing sidelong at Juliette.
Juliette plucks one of Luca’s nipples, and she nearly shoots water up her nose. “Oh, I’m not done,” she says, then adds, “unless you are.”
Luca shakes her head, hair tangled against her skin, sweaty and clinging to her cheeks and neck.
Her gaze is dark and sultry, pinning Juliette to the bed.
Luca finishes the water bottle and Juliette tosses it onto the bedside table next to a rather strange statue.
“You haven’t come yet,” Luca whispers, “so I can’t let you go running around telling the whole tour I’m an inconsiderate lover. ”
Juliette laughs as she drags her thumb across Luca’s lower lip. Luca’s tongue darts out to catch it, and Juliette lets her thumb slide into Luca’s mouth. Luca sucks immediately, swirling her tongue, flexing as if this is simply a warm-up. Her eyes are dark, and her lids are heavy, wanton and heady.
“Oh,” Juliette whimpers, her pulse pounding through every inch of her body. Luca reaches up and takes her wrist, eyes fluttering closed as she sucks on her finger, tongue flicking across it in a way Juliette knows would feel heavenly elsewhere.
She pulls her hand from Luca’s mouth and surges forward, kissing her sloppy and messy. Luca moans into her mouth, melting into her.
Then, Luca pounces. She tackles Juliette into the pillows, straddling her hips. Luca’s hands are everywhere. They caress down Juliette’s sides, digging in and making Juliette’s stomach clench, ripping a laugh from her.
Luca traces circles around Juliette’s nipples as she leans down and kisses her jaw, her throat, dots her collarbones with hickeys.
She keeps kissing down the line of her sternum to her stomach, tongue dipping into her belly button and making Juliette laugh again.
She scrapes her teeth against her hips before she hooks them on the scalloped edge of Juliette’s panties, and she tugs.
It is one of the hottest sights Juliette has ever seen.
Luca uses her thumbs to drag Juliette’s panties down, too impatient to use just her teeth.
Juliette is grateful for it because her pussy is throbbing.
Luca’s clever tongue swipes up from her wet slit to her clit.
She doesn’t stop there but sucks Juliette’s clit into her mouth, tongue flicking rapidly over it.
Juliette has been wet and close, burning with heat for what feels like a lifetime. It doesn’t take long for the velvet heat of Luca’s mouth to be almost too much. “Close,” Juliette whispers, reaching down and threading her fingers through Luca’s ponytail. She holds her tight, and Luca hums.
The blinding orgasm paints Juliette’s vision white. Her toes curl and every nerve shatters, only to be rapidly reforged. It’s embarrassingly quick, but she can’t even begin to care.
The only word she has on her lips is the same one on her wrist: Luca.
When she finally opens her eyes, she’s panting and pliant. She turns her head and finds Luca lying next to her, shoulder to shoulder. Juliette wriggles a bit, bumping into Luca’s. The heady scent of sex is in the air, sweat dewing on their bodies, and it’s stifling in the bedroom.
Still, exhaustion floods over Juliette, the jet lag and long flight catching up with her now that the nerves of excitement have been flushed from her veins.
She yawns and rolls onto her side, laying her head on Luca’s chest and slotting their legs together.
“That was fun,” Juliette murmurs. She shifts her ear, and she can hear the frantic thrum of Luca’s heart.
“Sleep now, and then round two later?” Juliette murmurs, her eyelids too heavy to stay open.
Being pressed skin-to-skin with Luca is calming, and she feels satiated in ways she never has before.
Juliette throws her arm around Luca and curls in tighter until Luca’s fingers bury into her hair and scratch at her scalp. She usually isn’t one for cuddling after sex, and if she does, it’s only for a short time.
Still, she never wants to leave. And it isn’t just the jet lag keeping her down.
She realizes, just as sleep is about to take her, that she feels content with Luca, happy to just relax in Luca’s arms.