"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.
"Mhmm, and I very much look forward to that day, but right now there's lasagna in the oven so we only have about twenty minutes to kill." She leans in, kissing him lazily, taking her time to taste him before pulling back and nuzzling into his neck.
He smells; like outside and warmth, sweat and underneath it all, his soap, DHARMA laundry detergent, and him. This might be her favorite spot, and she takes a deep breath, holding onto him a little tighter in a hug.
"I'm glad you're home," she murmurs, just to say it, arms and legs wrapped around him in a tender hug.
"You do make some damn good pasta," he breathes out, knowing he needs to stop. But he does hold on to her tightly for a moment, arms around her. "Glad I'm home, too."
As soon as her feet are off the ground and she's started to walk away, James snags her around the waist and lifts her up, hoisting her over his shoulder playfully. "Ain't goin' anywhere without you, baby."
"Look who's talkin'," he throws back. "Let's see if you really can keep your hands off me." He carries her all the way back to their bathroom, only setting her down when he turns on the shower. He tugs her dress off completely, getting rid of his jumpsuit, then tugging her in to the shower with him.
He waits, just grinning and letting her get her hands soapy. Once she touches him, he guides one hand down low, right to his inner thigh. "Gotta scrub real good down here..."
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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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He smells; like outside and warmth, sweat and underneath it all, his soap, DHARMA laundry detergent, and him. This might be her favorite spot, and she takes a deep breath, holding onto him a little tighter in a hug.
"I'm glad you're home," she murmurs, just to say it, arms and legs wrapped around him in a tender hug.
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She slides off the counter, smoothing out the dress primly. "Have a nice bath."
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"You don't fight fair!" She doesn't care, she's just happy.
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"It doesn't count if it's productive touching."
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