Page 40 of The B Side

“Jesus,” Darcy breathed out. “Not what I was expecting when Shelby left.” With that, Darcy started to shift, like she was trying to get them to switch places. Trying to make it so Juliet was near the couch, and Darcy could be in front of her.

But Juliet stood firm. “No. Not right now.”

Darcy’s eyebrows furrowed – and, in fairness, this wasn’t their norm.

Juliet reached up and pushed at Darcy’s shoulders, getting her to sit on the couch. Which only made Darcy stare up at her in deeper confusion.

“Stay there,” Juliet demanded, as she brought her hands to her own body. She tugged the dress she’d been wearing over her head, tossing it on the table, before she reached for her own bra, and then her own underwear.

Darcy’s eyes were locked in, watching her every movement.

“This is what I mean by strip. Everything,” Juliet murmured, as she slowly tugged her own underwear off, deliberately showing Darcy how wet they were. Knowing that Darcy could see Juliet’s glistening pussy from her perch on the couch.

“Juliet,” Darcy’s voice was hoarse and quiet and needy.

“I have a very specific craving right now.”

With that, she sank to her knees, using her hands to push Darcy’s legs apart. Darcy offered no resistance, allowing Juliet to maneuver her.

She leaned in, dragging the tip of her tongue down Darcy’s thigh. Her own eyes fluttered closed for just a second at the contact, at the heated silk of Darcy’s skin against her mouth.

She moved down, so close to making contact with Darcy that she could feel the warmth on her cheek. And then she stopped. She broke the contact and looked up at Darcy.

“You always lick me first.”

“I love it,” Darcy panted back, arching into her. Desperate for her. Exactly the way Juliet wanted her. “God, Juliet, I love burying my face against you.”

Was there anything headier than this? Sexier than this? The hottest fucking woman Juliet had ever seen, the woman who loved her, driven half-crazy with desire and telling her how much she loved to have her mouth on Juliet’s pussy?

She clenched so hard on nothing, because the answer was no. There was nothing more arousing than that.

“I’d spend – fuck – I’d spend hours between your legs, eating you out. Making you come until you can’t breathe.”

Juliet’s mouth fell open as a shudder wracked through her body at simply the words. At the pledge in them, the oath Darcy was making. She sank her teeth into the meat of Darcy’s thigh in response, before darkly murmuring, “I know.”

Because Darcy did worship at the altar between Juliet’s legs.

But right now, it was Juliet’s turn to do it first.

She slid her tongue up over Darcy’s cunt, and they both moaned at the contact. Fuck, Darcy was always so responsive for her. She moved up higher, moving her tongue in long strokes over Darcy’s clit.

Much like how different they were when it came to what they both liked best during sex, Juliet also ate Darcy out differently.

Darcy licked and sucked like she was a woman who’d never see food again, and she was feasting. Complete with hungry, needy sounds.

Juliet wanted Darcy to feel every single movement she made. She wanted to control Darcy’s pleasure, sipping on every ounce of Darcy’s need.

She looked up, locking eyes with Darcy, whose gaze was wide and her chest was heaving as she breathed so heavily. She maintained that eye contact while she slowly dragged the flat of her tongue over the tip of Darcy’s clit.

And she watched as Darcy’s mouth parted before the quaking moan she let out echoed through the room, in tandem with the way her clit throbbed against her tongue. Juliet could feel it. She felt everything, and that was how she liked it.

She slid down, dipping her tongue into the molten heat of Darcy’s pussy, her tongue enveloped. Pushing so close, fucking Darcy with her tongue. Her chin was drenched, and she could feel Darcy clenching around her, just as she felt Darcy’s hands both land on her head, gripping at her hair.

“You like my mouth on you, baby?” She asked, breathing the words against Darcy, before she released a long, steady stream of air against Darcy’s clit.

Her hips jumped up at Juliet, her head dropping back, her neck straining. “Yes! Fuck, J-Juliet.”

She moved back down, running her tongue in circles around Darcy’s clit. Not speeding up, not adding any extra pressure.