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A woman of many facets.
Her breathless whimpers fill the space between us, and I can’t look at anything other than her cunt. She needs to come before I fuck her.
I see the ache of her clit. And I’m having a taste, no matter now or later. I won’t know peace until I do.
The closer I get, the more Juniper’s body shakes, two fingers entering her pussy. I can’t help it, I reach for my cock and squeeze forcefully, hoping to ease the urge to come.
After the most agonizing crawl of my life, I stop just inches away from her as instructed. “Now what?” I mumble through uneven breaths, smelling her desire from here.
The feeling of cold metal touches my chin, and I realize quickly I’ve been in a trance. Just me and Juniper’s pussy. The object signals for me to turn, lifting my chin and giving her my undivided attention.
“Eyes on me, Crew.”Fuck me sideways.
I’m met with the most ethereal blue eyes of tranquility. Sans glasses.
My favorite accessory of Juniper’s is the same one that just commanded my attention with very little effort. She brings an arm of the glasses to her lips and taps slowly. “Like what you see?”
“Very much so.” I’m seated like a pet and bear no shame in it.
Juniper situates her glasses back into place and secures the weight of her body firmly against the doorframe, keeping that lifted leg in place. “Show me.”
Said leg is thrown over my shoulder faster than I can process, my lips latched around her clit. “Oh my god,” Juniper screams, her hips bucking against my face.
She’s about to come. Needy fucking girl.
“Give it to me, baby. You’re so close. I can feel it. Taste it. Fuckkkk, Junie.” My tongue spears her center before latching to her clit one last time, her orgasm erupting at my lips.
“I’m coming!” she cries through moans. I suck, and I suck until the sensitivity becomes too much, and her shouts turn into real-life tears. “That…that…Crew…”
But I’m not finished yet. Juniper had her moment in control, and now it’s my turn. “I’m not finished with you yet, baby. You honestly think I wouldn’t need to fuck you with my jersey on? Nice try.”
I stand and abandon my sweats altogether, arms gripping both her legs in one movement before pressing us against the door. “It’s too much,” Juniper whimpers, but the stirring of her hips tells me otherwise.
“Kiss me, Juniper. If you need to cry, do it against my lips. Scream. Whatever you need to do, just let it be attached to me.”
My cock ghosts the lips of her pussy but doesn’t enter, teasing both of us to the point of wild abandon.
“Okay. Yeah. Fuck me then, Crew. Please just get inside of me.”
“I don’t have a condom,” I mutter, frustrated, but also, I didn’t know she’d be here. Juniper kisses me over and over, making her way down my neck with a yearning to be as close as possible.
“I’m clean. I’ve also been on the pill since I was sixteen. You can fuck me raw. Please.”
“I’m clean, too,” I mutter against her lips.
“I trust you.”
That’s all the confirmation required before I thrust deep inside her, the tangle of our bodies doing everything to satisfy the loneliness I’ve felt before Juniper came into my life. It’s not just the sexual, but the physical and emotional. All walls areexposed as our bodies synchronize with each other in a way that feels much more sacred than ever being just friends.
Juniper Wilde is my person. She completes me. Makes me a better version of myself.
“You feel fucking incredible,” I bite out, nuzzling into her neck as her arms grip tightly around mine.
“Crew. I’m coming again.”
My hips barrel into her, my cock hitting her deepest parts. I could stay here for days and never tire. Never tire of us. “Get loud, baby.”
Once again, I’m personally victimized by the sound of Juniper’s moans, my cock releasing inside of her at the final stretch. “Fuck yes,” I grunt, my shouts damn near animalistic.
