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..."
"Just give me the good stuff later," he smirks, nipping lightly at her lower lip. He's nearly hard, but not quite, and he'd rather wait until they can just have each other.
Getting out of the shower with him once they rinse, she hands him a towel and smiles softly, unable to resist reaching out and running her fingers through his hair slowly.
"I love you," Juliet murmurs softly, looking up at him.
After drying off, he wraps the towel around his waist, and that's all he decides to wear. After they eat, he's not planning to wait long before having her. Leaning in, he kisses her tenderly. "I love you, too."
Their timing is perfect, the timer going off on the oven. She smiles and just reaches for his t-shirt, slipping it over her head and walking into the kitchen.
Dishing up their dinner, Juliet pours them each a glass of wine, and then she plants herself on his lap to eat.
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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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"Behave, and maybe it'll be worth your while, LaFleur," Juliet says with an arch of her eyebrow.
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And she is good, but she can't resist stroking his cock a few times just because, before beginning to rinse him.
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"Damn tease," he grunts again, with a smirk on his face.
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"Want me to keep going?"
They have time, but not for much more than that.
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Getting out of the shower with him once they rinse, she hands him a towel and smiles softly, unable to resist reaching out and running her fingers through his hair slowly.
"I love you," Juliet murmurs softly, looking up at him.
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Dishing up their dinner, Juliet pours them each a glass of wine, and then she plants herself on his lap to eat.
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