But her eyebrows lifted, in genuine question, making sure they truly were in agreement, that they were together on this.
She met her stare without hesitation. “Oh, yeah? What could that be?”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
For some unknown reason,Darcy hadn’t realized that Juliet had intended to completely wreck her when they’d gone upstairs. But that was foolish of her, given that sheknewJuliet.
Juliet had taken complete control as soon as they’d stumbled into her room. Stripping off her pajamas, as she’d ordered Darcy to do the same without any preamble. Then ordered Darcy where to sit in her bed. Then she climbed onto Darcy’s lap, rubbing her own clit.
Now, Juliet was in her lap, her fingers tugging on her own nipples with her head dropped back, as she rode Darcy’s fingers.
Juliet wasn’t rocking her hips quickly, demandingly, the way she usually did. No, she was giving Darcy a fuckingshow. The show of a lifetime, and Darcy was the single person in the audience.
She felt like every time her heart beat in her chest there was a direct correlation to the way her clit throbbed. Darcy was halfway to coming just from this, from being three fingers deep in Juliet, feeling every clench and pulse of her walls around her fingers.
“Watch me. Don’t you dare take your eyes off of me,” Juliet rasped out, her eyes locked onto Darcy. Watching Darcy watch her.
She shook her head, almost feeling intoxicated, though she’d had not a sip of alcohol. It was the way she felt every time with Juliet. Once Juliet was telling Darcy what she wanted, how she wanted it, and allowing Darcy to be the conduit of her pleasure, she felt like she was floating. Like she had a single mission in life, and it was to make Juliet Jacobs come. “Never.”
She couldn’t look away even if shetried. Someone could offer her ten million dollars, cash, right here, right now, if she would stop watching the sensual, downright sinful way Juliet rolled her hips down against Darcy, and she would turn it down.
How could she miss a second of this?
Of the way Juliet’s breasts bounced with every drop of her hips down against Darcy’s, as she took Darcy’s fingers knuckle-deep inside of her?
The way her collarbones were on display,beggingfor Darcy’s mouth, when she arched, her dark hair cascading down her back?
The way her lips parted and let out these throaty moans and breathy little sighs that sounded like actualmusicin Darcy’s ears?
She’d be crazy to look away. She would be absolutely insane to stop this.
How long would she have been able to go without this, she dazedly wondered. How long could she have spent in Juliet’s house, not havingthis?
“Do you remember,” Juliet murmured, her breath hitching in her throat, as she slid down all of the way onto Darcy’s fingers and rocked against her, grinding her clit into her palm.
Darcy was captivated, breathless, as she curled her fingers inside of her, feeling Juliet drop down her hand.
“When you essentially said I don’t have any rhythm?” Juliet asked, reaching out and taking a fistful of Darcy’s hair, right against her scalp, tugging her head back. Holding Darcy in place as she continued to move against her, controlling her gaze.
Darcy couldn’t think rationally right now, but yeah, that sounded like something she might have said, back in the summer. “You don’t move like this when you perform,” was all she could murmur in return.
Juliet didn’tnothave rhythm when she danced or performed, either. But – it wasnothingcompared to what she was doing now.
Juliet slowly arched a challenging eyebrow up at her, rolling her hips in the most perfectly controlled, mind-meltingly sensual movement, and Darcy couldn’t choke back her own desperate moan if she’d tried.
“You think I should?” Juliet asked, reaching her other hand out to dig her nails into Darcy’s shoulder.
“No,” the word shot from her lips. “You shouldn’t.”
“No?” Juliet echoed. “Why not? I don’t want other people thinking I don’t have rhythm.”
“This… is just for me,” Darcy breathed back, her voice barely more than a growl. She slid her other hand up from where she’d been bracing herself – bracing them – from falling back, relying on her core strength as she gripped a handful of Juliet’s ass.
This wasfor her.
“Oh, yeah?” Juliet’s hips stuttered, giving away her glib, teasing tone. Even if that hadn’t happened, Darcy felt the way she clenched so fucking tightly around her fingers.
She slid her gaze back up to Juliet’s, ravenous and wanting and desperate, nodding as she dug her nails into Juliet’s ass, feeling her clench again. Watching how Juliet’s mouth dropped open on a silent moan.