“Prove it to me,” Juliet ordered, her breath hitching, the muscles in her neck straining slightly. “Show me why I should only be yours.”
Darcy could feel it, that Juliet was starting to come undone.
And so was she.
Without any preamble, she slid her fingers out, barely hearing Juliet’s groan over the way the blood was rushing through her ears. She brought both of her hands to Juliet’s hips, and pushed until Juliet fell on her back on the bed.
“I want you inside of me,” Juliet’s voice was heated, unyielding, as she pushed herself to her elbows to look at Darcy. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was a little messy, and Darcy would do whatever Juliet told her to. She fucking loved when Juliet told her what she wanted.
She nodded as she laid on her stomach, tugging Juliet’s leg over her shoulder. “Anything you want,” she breathed out, pressing an open-mouthed kiss on her thigh.
So close to her, she could feel how wet she was against her cheek, and she groaned with it, nipping her teeth against the soft skin. She knew Juliet loved that, and she was rewarded when Juliet cried out, then reached down to clench a fist in her hair.
Fuck yes.
Darcy moaned as she got her first real taste of Juliet in what felt like forever. In whatwasforever. Nearly an entire month, now.
“Inside,”Juliet grit out, digging her heel sharply into Darcy’s back. “Darcy–”
She teased Juliet’s entrance with the same three fingers that were still covered in her, before sliding in all of the way. Reveling in the way Juliet groaned, the way her hips jerked up against Darcy’s face.
Darcy licked around her fingers at Juliet’s entrance, burying her face against her pussy. Feeling the way Juliet’s nails bitagainst her scalp, and the pinpricks of pain made her moan in pleasure. Made her rock her own hips down against the bed, so needy.
“My clit, I’m – so – close,” Juliet gasped the words out with each breath, the desperation in each movement.
Darcy didn’t need to be told twice.
She laved her tongue over Juliet’s hard clit, feeling her throb. She kept her fingers buried inside of Juliet, flexing and curling them the way she knew would make Juliet fall into her release.
“Oh –oh, fuck,yes,” Juliet’s voice pitched higher and higher, and –
Darcy could feel when she came, her walls pulsing around her fingers. She flicked her tongue faster over Juliet’s clit, prolonging her orgasm as long as she possibly could.
Juliet coming against her tongue, her thigh twitching next to her face, her hands clutching at Darcy’s head… this was the headiest, most arousing fucking experience in the entire world.
Darcy groaned against Juliet, jerking her hips down more intently against the bed, feeling herself dripping. She was so close. So. Close.
“Keep going. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop,” Juliet’s demand was shaky, leaving her lips the second Darcy felt her stop clenching around her fingers.
She slammed her eyes closed, filled with a renewed need. Darcy never wanted to stop this; she only had to when Juliet was ready to tap out. Her jaw became a little sore, and her face was soaked, and she wanted more.
She moved her tongue around Juliet’s clit in circles, working her up higher, as she slowly started moving her fingers again.
And she couldn’t possibly stop herself from lifting her own hips up, quickly sliding her hand down underneath herself. She released a long, shuddering moan against Juliet’s cunt when she made contact with her own aching clit.
Touching herself in the last month hadn’t felt nearly this good, not half as satisfying. It was impossible to get herself into this headspace without tasting, hearing, feeling Juliet like this.
“Are you – Darcy, are you going to come? Are you going to come from having me in your mouth?” Juliet asked, shuddering as she spoke.
She blinked up at Juliet, unable to stop moving. She couldn’t stop flicking her tongue over Juliet’s clit, and she certainly couldn’t stop rubbing her own with the same fast, jerky movements.
But Darcy didn’t need coordination to fall into her own orgasm.
She needed Juliet dripping into her mouth and a little bit of friction, and she was so fucking close.
She gave as much of a nod as she possibly could, releasing quiet, needy little keening sounds from the back of her throat as she – as she –
Her release hit her in waves, and she rolled her hips down against the bed.
