Chapter 14 #5
She was still just on the right side of it, wobbling between pleasure and pain but pleasure prevailing. But she needed to make sure she stayed that way until she came again.
“My clit needs a break,” she informed Darcy, firm and breathless. “Put your fingers inside of me, I want to be full of you.”
There was not a chance in hell she was going to end this night without Darcy filling her.
She kept her hand in Darcy’s soft, thick hair. Staring down into her heavily lidded eyes, glassy with desire. Juliet’s wetness was dripping down Darcy’s chin, down her neck. Like she owned her.
And in this moment, she did.
Darcy pressed two fingers against her, pushing in all of the way. And Darcy had – god – she had long, talented fingers. But with how soaked Juliet was…
“Another,” she demanded, her voice straining higher. “I said fill me.”
Darcy groaned, a glint lighting up in her eyes, as she pressed another finger inside. “Full enough?” She asked, flexing her fingers deep inside of Juliet.
She hit a spot that made Juliet’s eyes roll back, clenching so tightly around her as she released a hoarse shout.
She couldn’t properly catch her breath again after that. Not as Darcy started fucking her. Really fucking her, pulling out only a couple of inches before thrusting back inside. With every thrust, she curled her fingers inside of Juliet, making her blood thrum.
Every pump of Darcy’s fingers felt like she was tapping at the edge of the orgasm that was building inside of Juliet like a tidal wave.
“This is what you’ve wanted? Needed?” Juliet asked, her voice so low because her throat was so dry.
Darcy’s stare was locked onto hers as she kissed and bit at Juliet’s inner thigh. Like even though she couldn’t have her mouth on Juliet’s clit, she needed her mouth somewhere on her. She nodded.
Juliet clenched again, and she panted for breath, rolling her hips harder into Darcy’s hand. Building, building.
“You’ve needed to be so useful like this. So fucking good,” she gasped out, unsure if she was affirming for Darcy that she was so fucking good or that she’d wanted to feel useful and good.
It didn’t matter.
Nothing mattered right now except for the fact that Juliet could feel herself being fucked within an inch of her life the way Darcy’s fingers thrust, then scissored inside of her. She felt like she was being ripped apart at the seams.
“And it’s better because it’s me,” she bit off the last word on a groan, her body shuddering when Darcy’s fingertips hit that perfect spot inside of her.
But that was exactly it. This was better, stronger, hotter because it wasn’t some random woman. It was Darcy Kincaid. And she had to – needed – to know it was the same for Darcy.
Darcy’s stare was wide and dark, as she stared up at Juliet from where her mouth was working at leaving a mark on her inner thigh. Tomorrow, Juliet might be annoyed at that. Tonight, it drove her closer to falling into her orgasm.
Darcy’s teeth bit sharply into her, and Juliet’s eyes rolled back. Then Darcy released her, murmuring, “Yes. Fuck, I – yes, it’s better.”
The confirmation lit her up inside, setting flame to the orgasm about ready to spiral through her. Yes, it was better for Darcy because Juliet was the one.
With a choked off moan, she pushed Darcy’s head back to her cunt. Yes, her clit was overstimulated. Yes, she’d be sore in the morning.
But she required Darcy’s mouth on her again. She wouldn’t be able to come until she felt those lips on her clit one more time, and she was ready.
God, she was so fucking ready.
The wet sounds of Darcy’s soaked lips against her mingled with the muffled sounds from Darcy’s mouth that she felt vibrating through her clit, then through her entire body.
She forced her eyes open, staring down her body. Her chest was heaving, she could barely breathe, every nerve ending felt like it was on fire, primed to explode.
Darcy’s eyes were fixed on her, and she came.
Really came.
The tsunami that had been building inside, behind the other orgasms, washed through her. She dropped her head back, unable to hold herself up.
Unable to do anything other than keep her hand steadily buried in Darcy’s hair, holding onto her like she was breathing Juliet to life. Unable to do anything other than feel herself twitch and shudder, her body entirely out of her control.
When the final wave of her orgasm ebbed, she felt more drained than she did after a live two hour performance on stage.
And Darcy was still between her thighs, gently working her tongue over her clit.
Juliet sucked in a breath – yeah, definitely overstimulated now.
She pushed against Darcy, who let out a whine against her that would have absolutely taken Juliet to her knees had she been upright.
“Enough,” she wished her voice was stronger, but she’d never been quite so demolished by someone. She’d never had a sexual partner so intent on giving her pleasure that she whined when being pushed away, even though Juliet was sure Darcy’s jaw had to be sore.
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 was far from 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 anything real right 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.
“Good news: I have a top-of-the-line humidifier in my bedroom.” Of course.
“What counts as a top-of-the-line humidifier?” Darcy scoffed at her, her eyebrows wrinkling together. “It’s a humidifier. They all do the same thing.”
Maybe it was the fact that her mind had just been melted a little. Maybe it was that she’d started softening minutely toward Darcy since being able to slot that final piece of information into her mind.
Juliet held her gaze as she challenged, “If you’re so certain, I suppose you’ll have to come to my bedroom and see for yourself.”
“I guess I will.”