The same sound escaped Darcy’s throat, now. A little low, a little desperate, a lot wanting, as she reached for Juliet’s hips.
She pushed Darcy’s hands away, firmly, as she scooted up on her bed and got to her knees to get to her bedside table. “Enough.”
After all, she’d really had to face the fact that she never really knew when was going to beenoughwith Darcy. With Darcy, once certainly never was. She’d wondered the first couple of times if it was because of the newness of it all. But now, she knew. Usually, it was only truly enough when Darcy ended up falling asleep, hours in.
Darcy knew how to play Juliet’s body the way she expertly played guitar or piano. And, much like the instruments she’d now watched Darcy play, she sang for Darcy exactly as was intended.
She almost wished she could be annoyed about it. Unfortunately, she was too busy coming so hard she could barely breathe.
Darcy was already naked, her body like an ancient Greek sculpture as she stood from where she’d been kneeling next to Juliet’s bed. Her chin was soaked as she frowned at Juliet. “Just one?”
There was a fuckingpouton her lips, and Juliet chuckled, lowly. “Greedy.”
But she couldn’t deny it; there was nothing headier, more arousing than being wanted so badly. Than knowing that if she would let Darcy, she’d spend the entire night between her legs, likely until Darcy fell asleep down there, cheek on Juliet’s inner-thigh. And… something about that was very enticing. Both sexually and in the way that made her feel a little too soft. Maybe one day, she’d test that theory to see how long it would take.
Not tonight, though.
“For now,” she threw Darcy an arched look over her shoulder. “Because I want this.”
She turned, presenting Darcy with the harness they’d now broken in several times, and a new dildo she’d bought this afternoon after confirming Darcy would be coming over.
Darcy’s pout faded in an instant. Gone. Replaced by a hunger that matched the one Juliet felt roaring inside of her.
Thankfully, because she was still so – so – soworked up.
Normally, she could shake off whenever she felt this kind of way about Harrison or the stunts he pulled. Normally, she would silently rage, but then let it go.
Tonight, she just…
Tonight, she craved Darcy fucking it out of her.
She handed Darcy the strap, then stayed exactly where she was to watch her put it on. There was something so utterly, mind-meltingly hot about Darcy wearing the harness around her curvy hips. Juliet licked her lips.
She might have just come, but her clit hadn’t stopped throbbing with need.
Darcy paused after adjusting the straps, holding the toy in her hand as she cocked her head. “Bigger,” she commented.
“A little,” she acknowledged, feeling herself clench from the anticipation. Her throat ran dry, her hands shaking slightly from what she knew would be coming.
Her, specifically, all over Darcy buried deep inside of her.
She’d known going into tonight that she’d wanted bigger, and she wanted it hard, fast, and right on the good side of pain/pleasure.
“I think you can handle it,” she murmured, reclining down onto her mattress, pulling a pillow down under her hips, unable to take her eyes off of Darcy as she got situated.
Darcy’s eyes were dark, the color high in her cheeks as she climbed back onto the bed. “I never said I couldn’t.”
As Darcy moved over her, bracketing Juliet’s thighs with her knees and her head with her hands, Juliet reclined even lower, until she was supine against the bed.
This position already made the tension build in her core. She fucking loved this, she thought, as she brought her hands up, smoothing them down Darcy’s soft back. Feeling her lithe muscles shifting slightly.
Yes, Darcy was the one wearing the strap. Yes, Darcy was on top of her. Yes, Darcy would – physically – be controlling things. ButJulietwas in charge.
Darcy Kincaid was settled between her open thighs, the tip of the strap pressing her clit in a way that already made her shudder, but she didn’t move, yet. She didn’t do anything until Juliet told her to.
She dug her short fingernails into Darcy’s shoulders, watching the way Darcy’s lips parted on a gasp. Because – possibly the most arousing thing – Darcy liked it this way. Maybe even more than Juliet did.
“What do you want?” Darcy’s voice was like smoke as she dipped her head down, pausingjustbefore she touched Juliet’s lips with her own.
