Page 11 of The B Side

Juliet rolled her ass back at her, and Darcy was glad she wasn’t standing upright, because her knees would have given out.

“What are you waiting for, then?”

She wasn’t waiting anymore. In a second, she had her mouth on Juliet, pressing her tongue inside. One of her hands came up to grasp tightly at Juliet’s thigh, mostly because she loved being able to feel the way she trembled for her.

As far as Darcy was concerned, there was nothing on this earth that was better than this. Than having her mouth on Juliet’s pussy, feeling her drip down her chin.

“God. That’s – that’s right, baby. Right there. Oh – stop!” Juliet’s sharp cry rang out –

Stop?

Darcy froze, Juliet’s voice ringing through her ears, over how loud the blood was pumping through her veins.

She leaned back on her knees, looking down the length of Juliet’s back. But Juliet wasn’t facing her; her head was ducked low, cheek to the blankets. Her phone was in one of her hands in a white-knuckled grip. And she spoke before Darcy could even ask –

“Inside,” Juliet ordered, but the demand was so breathy, it was barely a whisper. “Get inside of me now.”

She watched as Juliet unlocked her phone with a trembling fingertip, and the screen came to life already on the app that controlled the vibrator. Her own hands were shaking in anticipation, as she grabbed the dildo and traced it down Juliet’s soaking wet cunt, swiping the tip over her clit.

The cry that left Juliet’s mouth ricocheted through Darcy’s ears, a song in and of itself, before she lined herself up and slowly started pushing into Juliet. She’d already taken Darcy, but she moved slowly just –

“Fuck!” She cried out, her hips snapping forward the rest of the way, fully seating herself inside of Juliet as the vibration kicked in.

Juliet dropped her phone back onto the mattress and rolled her hips back against Darcy, an urgency in every movement.

An urgency that Darcy felt echo through her veins. She was so relieved that Juliet had been on the verge of coming only a minute ago, because – as she’d told Juliet – she wasn’t going to last very long with the way the vibration from the strap was pressing against her clit.

“D-Darcy,” her name left Juliet’s mouth in a long, winding moan, and Darcy answered it with one of her own.

All she could do was try her best not to tip over the edge into her own orgasm until she knew Juliet was coming, too. Every time she thrust into Juliet, the base rubbed against her and gave her friction that made both of her thighs shake. A friction that made her thrusts messier, her hips smacking against Juliet’s ass.

“Are – fuck – you going to come?” Juliet asked.

Darcy bent over her back, shuddering even harder when she felt Juliet’s skin against her hard, sensitive nipples. Loving the sensation of Juliet’s body against her own.

“Yesss,” she hissed out, dropping an open-mouthed kiss to Juliet’s shoulder blade. “I’m – god, I’m–”

She wanted to tell Juliet she was coming, but the intensity of the orgasm cracked through her. Robbing her of speech, her eyes slamming tightly closed, as she rocked her hips sharply into Juliet, her body jerking with the waves of pleasure crashing through her.

And through it all, underneath her, she felt Juliet stiffen, then shudder. Knowing Juliet was coming with her only made Darcy come even harder.

When it was done, she blearily reached for Juliet’s phone, her hand shaking. She needed to turn that off, as her clit was already starting to get a little sensitive, bordering on pain. Once she did, and the vibrator switched off, she melted down against Juliet.

And for several minutes, she stayed there, her fit perfectly against Juliet’s, feeling every dip and curve of her. So close, she could feel Juliet’s heartbeat as it slowed back to normal, and Darcy’s mirrored it.

She closed her eyes, turning her head to press a kiss to Juliet’s neck. She smiled softly when she felt Juliet shiver.

“That tickles,” Juliet muttered.

Darcy repeated the kiss.

“Brat,” Juliet scoffed.

Releasing a sigh, she gently pulled her hips back, easing out. She both heard and felt the way Juliet’s breath caught before she splayed herself onto the bed.

For a moment, Darcy stayed there, stroking her hand up and down Juliet’s side. They’d existed inside of this little bubble for most of the last few weeks, cocooned inside of their house, inside of one another. Sometimes – oftentimes – literally.

But they both had to leave the bubble, and unfortunately, that was about to happen.