Chapter 36 #3
So she could see how Darcy ached when she froze. When she stopped lowering herself as soon as she felt the tip against her entrance. She held her breath, feeling herself clench. She wanted it. God, she did. She wanted Darcy deep inside.
“Mm-mm,” she breathed out, gently rocking her hips. Feeling the tip slip out of her, then brush against her clit.
Darcy’s hands reached up, one gripping her thigh, the other on her hips. “Juliet.”
The desperation laced through her name was enough to snap through any desire she had to tease.
“First, you’re going to make me come in your mouth,” she stated, firmly, holding Darcy’s gaze with her own.
Darcy dropped her head back down to the bed, her lips parting as she licked them. Wordlessly, she nodded, tugging Juliet up toward her, her hands impatient.
Well, she was going to need to find a little more patience. Because Juliet worked her way up Darcy slowly, dragging her dripping pussy over her stomach first. Her eyes fluttered closed at the friction of Darcy’s soft skin against her clit, a keening moan escaping her throat.
“Juliet,” Darcy groaned out, her fingertips digging tightly into her hips. “Up here. I need–”
She forced her eyes open, staring down at Darcy. “What you need is to make me feel good.”
Fortunately for Darcy, Juliet also needed it. She slid herself up, leaving her wetness on Darcy’s body as she moved, until she was settled right over her face. Juliet gripped her headboard, looking down and meeting Darcy’s eyes with her own.
“And what makes me feel good right now is to make you mine,” she growled out, before she lowered herself to Darcy’s mouth.
Juliet’s head snapped back, as Darcy slid her tongue into her cunt as far as she could, fucking her with it. She rolled her hips down, riding her tongue for a few seconds, but – but it wasn’t going to take her long to come, and she needed, “Fingers,” she moaned.
One of her hands reached out and grabbed the headboard, bracing herself. The other reached down to take a fistful of Darcy’s hair.
A guttural groan tore from her throat when she felt Darcy’s hand slide from where she’d been grasping Juliet’s ass, down… sliding two of her long, talented fingers inside, replacing her tongue.
Which went to work immediately on Juliet’s clit, licking her in long but fast strokes, over and over and over and –
“Dar – Darcy!” She cried out, grinding down harder into her face as her orgasm hit her.
She’d spent tonight all worked up, coming so quickly didn’t surprise her. She’d spent all night wanting Darcy, wanting to be together, needing to reaffirm this for herself.
And now – now she had Darcy here, in her bed, where she belonged. She had Darcy’s fingers flexing deep inside of her, Darcy’s soft, plump lips gently working over her clit to draw out the waves of Juliet’s pleasure as long as she could.
Juliet’s pussy was still fluttering around Darcy, her orgasm still not completely over, when she braced herself and pushed up on her knees. Pulling away from Darcy’s fingers and mouth.
Darcy’s other hand reached for her. “No, wait–” she started, even as she was trying to catch her breath.
Juliet looked down at Darcy’s face from where she knelt over her.
Her lips and cheeks and chin were soaked, Juliet’s wetness coating her.
Juliet’s clit throbbed again, still fucking coming even without contact. This was exactly what she’d needed, though.
“Covered in me,” she murmured, the thrill shooting through her.
Darcy nodded, slowly licking her lips.
She clenched around nothing, swiftly moving back down Darcy’s body. This time, she didn’t have the wherewithal to tease, not either one of them. She reached down, holding the toy steady as she quickly lowered herself, taking it all.
Juliet shuddered, dropping both of her hands to Darcy’s stomach to brace herself.
As she started rolling her hips, she stared down at her own hands for several moments. The way she looked, pressing down into Darcy. The way Darcy’s stomach expanded as she took in long, deep breaths.
She slammed her hips down harder, drawing her gaze up, watching the way Darcy’s breasts bounced every time Darcy thrust her hips up to fuck into Juliet.
Her body was perfection in physical form, and simply looking at her drove Juliet higher, closer to falling off the cliff again.
Juliet looked up at Darcy’s face, the springs coiling tighter and tighter inside of her. Her wetness drying on Darcy’s lips, how heavily lidded Darcy’s eyes were as she watched Juliet, not missing a single movement.
She leaned down, dropping her hips right against Darcy’s and grinding down, hard. Taking her as deep as she could, her eyes snapping shut momentarily at the sensation.
Darcy arched up against her, rolling her hips up into Juliet, continuing to fuck her. Like she wouldn’t – couldn’t – stop.
Juliet slid one of her hands up, wrapping around Darcy’s throat as she dragged her tongue over the sharp curve of her jaw. Tasting herself there, reveling in it. Her all over Darcy.
She heard Darcy’s moan, then felt her snap her hips harder into Juliet’s, as she turned her head to connect their lips.
The kiss was a little sloppy, in a way that only made her burn higher, hotter. Darcy nipped her teeth into Juliet’s bottom lip in a way that made her eyes sting, made her cry out and her hips jolt.
This was exactly how she wanted to come, now. Her entire body pressed against Darcy’s, grinding down while Darcy thrust up into her. Every time Darcy buried herself so solidly inside of Juliet, her lungs were robbed of air, and she had to drag her lips from Darcy’s.
She buried her face into the pillow next to Darcy, her body shuddering, reaching for her orgasm.
“F-fuck me. Baby, please, fuck me,” she half-begged, half-demanded right into Darcy’s ear. Needing more.
Everything stopped.
Darcy’s grunts cut off, the way she was gripping Juliet’s hips went slack.
In the next heartbeat, Juliet found herself on her back. Darcy had wrapped her arms around her, braced herself, and rolled so Darcy was now hovering over her. Still buried inside of Juliet.
“You want me to fuck you?” She inched her hips back, angling up.
The slow drag of the toy against Juliet’s clit made her thigh twitch. She kicked her legs up, locking them behind Darcy’s back tightly, refusing to even entertain the idea that Darcy might slip out of her before she came.
“Darcy,” she rasped out, blinking her eyes up at her. “Now. God, now, just–”
Juliet wasn’t even fully aware of the words falling from her lips. She only knew she needed Darcy to do it, to take her, to fuck Juliet right into the mattress.
Darcy’s hips snapped forward into hers, hard, a shout escaping her.
She nodded, mouth open as she let out whatever groans and cries needed to escape. Yes, yes. Yes, this.
She dragged her nails down Darcy’s back, holding her close. “I want to feel you tomorrow. I want to feel you, always. I – I–”
Juliet couldn’t keep speaking in words that made any type of sense.
Darcy didn’t stop. She drilled her hips down into Juliet’s like it was her fucking job, fucking Juliet exactly how she’d wanted.
And Juliet couldn’t possibly wait any longer. She didn’t want it even drawn out any longer. She wanted to come, with Darcy buried inside of her, with Darcy’s body pressing her into the bed, breathing her into her lungs.
Reaching between their sweat-slicked bodies, she swiped her fingertips roughly, messily. No way she’d get any real traction, not with how wet she was, but she just needed –
“Oh. Oh! Fuuuck,” She started the word in a moan, but her voice cut off as she came.
The cacophony building inside of her exploded, all in chaotic harmony, and she snapped her thighs tightly around Darcy, wrapped her arms around her shoulders, and rode it out as best she could.
Juliet shuddered so hard, the blood rushing through her ears with the galloping of her heart. The strength of her orgasm pushed away everything else. Everything except for Darcy.
At long last, she released Darcy. When she felt like she’d returned back to planet Earth.
She felt Darcy press a lingering kiss to her collarbone, before she pulled out of her. Juliet felt Darcy move to climb off the bed, and that spurred her into action.
Sitting up just in time to watch Darcy slide the harness down her legs, the toy still firmly in place, she stopped Darcy before she took another step.
“Wait. Can I,” she had to cut herself off, her throat so dry and a renewed desire stealing through her. “I want to fuck you. With that,” she stated, her voice trembling.
So were her hands, just at the pure, unfettered need pulsing through her at the idea, as she gestured to the harness. The one Darcy gripped, her knuckles turning white with Juliet’s request.
She bit her lip, searching Darcy’s gaze with her own. Questioning.
She’d never fucked Darcy with a strap-on. She’d used her mouth, her fingers, a vibrator. But she’d never had Darcy splayed for her, taking Juliet the way Darcy so often took her.
“We don’t have to,” she pushed out. “It’s – I don’t–”
Darcy nodded, handing Juliet the harness. “I want it,” her voice was throaty. “Tonight, I want it a lot.”
Everything inside of her lit up anew, like she had new life breathed into her. Quickly, she got up from the bed and took the harness from Darcy.
She looked down at herself. “You wear this better,” she easily admitted.
But Juliet thought Darcy wore anything and everything better. She was… she was a fucking vision.
But Darcy’s eyes were glued to her, her breath quickening. “You don’t understand what I’m looking at.”
God, she loved when Darcy looked at her like this. Like she was absolutely drunk on desire, all for Juliet.
“You want to be on top?” She guessed, already climbing onto the bed when Darcy nodded in confirmation.
She situated herself on her back, reaching down to stroke her fingertips down the silicone. Juliet flicked her gaze back to Darcy, whose mouth was open, her breath hitching.