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He turned the knob and toed the door open. He walked her inside, his cape curling around them both. Their steps were in sync, like a dance with steps only they knew. She was shorter, but her legs seemed endless thanks to her outfit. It was no more revealing than a bathing suit, but somehow more intriguing.
He kicked the door shut and reached over his shoulder to the hidden button for the cape. He tossed it on the bed, then grinned down at her. “Now where were we?”
She shook back her long hair and went onto her toes. Their mouths met in a maelstrom of lips and sliding tongues. She slid her hands up his sides and over his chest before boosting herself up enough to wrap her legs around his hips.
“Fuck,” he mumbled against her mouth. He filled his palms with her magnificent ass, then twisted them so he could set her on the bed.
His damn costume was like a big fucking condom. He’d have to peel himself out of it, and right then, he much preferred to focus on her.
She smelled like plums soaked in chocolate. He covered her, burying his face in her neck. Anything to inhale more of her scent. She arched up against him, one leg hooking around his ass. Her heel dug into him, urging him higher. Or maybe it was lower, since he was in a Juliet haze.
He clutched the back of her neck, fisting her hair to pull her head back. Her creamy skin gleamed in the moonlight. He scraped his teeth down the column of her neck to the fragile skin of her collarbone.
Restlessly, she
undulated against him.
“You’re so goddamn ready for me, baby. If I push aside that very lucky piece of the flag, I bet I’d find you dripping.”
“I don’t take sucker bets,” she said with a hiss.
He grinned up at her before tracing his tongue along the eagle logo framing out her breasts. No fake tits for her. These were warm, soft handfuls of perfection.
He reached under her and found a dozen hooks along the middle of her back to her spine. “Shit.”
“Yeah, really caged in there.” Her laughter ended in a groan.
He drew down one of the points to find a raspberry nipple pushing up against the sturdy costume. He swiped his thumb under the material and she sucked in a quick breath.
“Yeah, that needs to come off.” He let the red and gold material go, mourning the loss of the visual perfection of her tits. He braced himself on the bed and pushed up to kneel between her glorious thighs. No pantyhose on this girl. Just perfectly tanned legs with just enough muscle to dry his mouth.
His life was one tactile job after another. To know when something was ripe, when food needed to be cured longer, when a cream sauce was at the perfect consistency—all of that was laid to waste against the silky firmness of her thighs. He dragged his fingertips over her inner legs, drawing them ever wider apart. When that still didn’t give him enough space to play, he lifted her a few inches and shoved her farther up the bed.
“Work on those bitchy snaps you’ve got going on back there, and I’ll just start down here.”
She sat up, her huge dark eyes peeking from the heavy fall of hair that always seemed to tumble forward around her face. Bangs that had been previously pushed back with product now framed her features, making her look impossibly young. Enough that he actually slowed down.
“Jules? You want this, right?”
She nodded and pushed her hair back. “So much. More than you could know.”
He traced lazy circles along her inner thighs and smiled at her. “Then baby, you’re in for it, because I’ve wanted this too.” He went into figure eights, climbing higher to the pattern of white stars over his ultimate goal.
She fell back onto her elbows and watched him. He’d kissed away her dark lipstick, leaving her full lips bruised and swollen. When she worried her lower lip with her teeth, he groaned. He’d end up moving this along way too fast if he got any more riled up.
“Those hooky things, woman. Get to it.”
Juliet sat up. “Yes, sir.” She twisted her arms behind her back, pushing her breasts out even farther. Not at all helping his situation. He slid off the bed to kneel at the end and dragged her down to his mouth.
She yelped out a laugh, then a groan as he covered her pussy, tonguing against the satiny costume. “I can feel how wet you are.” He tugged at the material until it snapped back against her. Instead of dragging his fingers along the stretchy edges, he nosed his way down the skin where her thigh met satin. “So warm.” He flicked over her delicate flesh. “Hooks, Juliet.”
“Right.” She went to work on the back of her costume. He watched her tits spill over the top, the gold crest hanging on for dear life.
He wanted it out of the way, but the anticipation was as heady as the goal. He focused his attention on the blue and white stars moving millimeter by millimeter. Damn, she was gorgeous. He couldn’t resist a slow swipe from his tongue. Salty and dark, her taste exploded across his tongue.
The plum scent deepened. Impatient for more, he flipped his hands under her ass and up to her hips. He peeled down the high-waisted material to find a pair of skimpy nude panties.
They were see-through with lace climbing up to wrap around her thigh and thread between her cheeks.
