"I kinda like what's under the dress a little more, but...yeah. Yeah, I like it," he grins, kissing her softly. "And you look damn beautiful, but you mind if we wipe this off?" He asks, meaning the makeup. She just doesn't look like her.
The amount that she's blushing and smiling is so much that for a second she hides her face against his chest, then playfully shoves him away so she can go to the bathroom and wash her face. She does double back to kiss him again though, grinning, and quickly gets rid of the makeup.
When she returns, her hair is still pulled back in a ponytail and she slides dinner into the oven before facing him.
James watches her appreciatively again, arms crossed with a grin on his face. When she turns around, he leans back against the countertop, still just grinning and watching her.
He takes that invitation to turn her, lifting her up on the counter and pressing close. It happens so quickly, he's sure she barely has time to catch her breath or think.
"Better now. Been missin' my girl." With that, he kisses her again, sliding her dress up the length of her thighs.
He groans huskily, the way he knows by now turns her on. And then he tugs her closer, moving his hand to her inner thighs, then groaning again when he realizes she's not wearing underwear. He's so damn turned on, grabbing a kiss from her lips and then nipping lightly as he seeks the taste of her.
"Do I want you..." He repeats, grinning as he kisses her other thigh, but then his answer comes when he dips his tongue into her, swirling it intently around her clit.
She gasps and arches her back, closing her eyes as her lips part in a moan. He's always going to be the only person who's only done this to her, and God, it's so damn good.
Juliet rolls her hips slowly against his mouth, panting. "God, James, right--" Before she can even get the rest out, he moves exactly the right way and she jerks forward, crying out sharply as her thighs tense.
Good God, there's nothing better than this. The way he makes her tremble and cry out for him, it feels better than anything else in the whole damn world. He loves having all the power to make her feel better than she ever has. He stays right there, right with her, before slowly pulling back and kissing her outer folds.
"I missed you, too. What do I get for that?" she asks, taking her turn against his neck before reaching into his boxers and wrapping her hand around his cock, slowly stroking.
He has no words, he just grunts happily, completely pleased as their bodies join. He loves her, and that's obvious in every thrust. He trails kisses down her body until he's too breathless, and he just gets lost in this.
There was a time when Juliet was lucky to have one orgasm, let alone another. So, when the way he's moving is the perfectly exact place she needs, her breath catches and her hips begin grinding over their own accord.
As soon as that pleasure peaks, she cries out his name into their kitchen, body tightening around his as she jerks forward once again, encouraging him, wanting him to lose himself.
That's all it takes for James to let go completely, grunting as he falls over the edge with her. His hold on her tightens, and then he's just panting for breath as he presses closer to her, losing himself in her, in feeling so damn incredible with her.
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"I look like I'm gonna be on a float in a parade," she says, rolling her eyes while trying to hide a pleased smile.
"You like the dress, huh?"
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"I don't know why Amy bothers with it on a tropical island. Ditch the makeup, keep the dress?"
For now anyway.
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When she returns, her hair is still pulled back in a ponytail and she slides dinner into the oven before facing him.
"Better?"
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Finally, a delayed response: "You say somethin'?"
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"How was your day?" she asks, unable to help kissing him again before he can even answer.
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"Better now. Been missin' my girl." With that, he kisses her again, sliding her dress up the length of her thighs.
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She isn't wearing any underwear under that dress, courtesy of her quick trip to the bathroom, discarding them because she knew this would happen.
"I missed you, too. Especially while Amy was painting my face. Coulda used a rescue."
She's slowly unzipping his jumpsuit while kissing his neck softly.
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"Damn, baby..."
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"See something you like?" she asks as she lets her legs part in anticipation, leaning back on her palms.
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"Do you want me?" she asks him, voice husky with barely contained want.
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Juliet rolls her hips slowly against his mouth, panting. "God, James, right--" Before she can even get the rest out, he moves exactly the right way and she jerks forward, crying out sharply as her thighs tense.
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"Holy shit," she manages, offering a weak laugh.
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"I missed you, too. What do I get for that?" she asks, taking her turn against his neck before reaching into his boxers and wrapping her hand around his cock, slowly stroking.
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"God, you feel incredible," whispers, tugging at his hair.
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As soon as that pleasure peaks, she cries out his name into their kitchen, body tightening around his as she jerks forward once again, encouraging him, wanting him to lose himself.
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"Damn, I love you."
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"Well. Damn, I love you, too, baby."
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