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,needingto 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 fuckingcomingeven 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 simplylookingat 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.Herall 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.
