It's been a long damn day, longer than usual just because of this construction project they're working hard to finish on schedule. He'd texted Juliet earlier to let her know he'd be late, and when he comes home, he drops a bag of tacos down on the kitchen counter for them to share. Right now, he just needs her, and he's pretty sure he knows where she is when she doesn't answer him right away.
Wandering outside, he can hear their outdoor shower running and he grins a little, already starting to undress. They'd bought this house just six months ago, and it's the perfect spot for them: ten minutes away from everything essential, but secluded enough to be able to shower outside if they want and never be disturbed. There's also the perfect view of the ocean from here, and God, he fucking loves this.
"Baby," he calls to her now so she's not startled when he comes up behind her around the corner. "Need you to wash my back," he grins, stepping under the cool shower spray now with her, kissing her deeply.
Juliet might be in love with their house, just a little. She'd only asked for one thing, and that was land, and he'd delivered.
When he guesses right and finds her, she smiles to see him, glad she timed herself right. It's always a gamble when he's working late, but this time, it'd paid off. She waits to say anything until after she's kissed him back just as thoroughly.
"You know how much I like it when you come home hot and sweaty," she murmurs happily, running her hands up his arms, over his shoulders. "Gimmie a minute to objectify you."
"You know I love it," he laughs joyfully, taking just a small step back so they can both see each other better. He gives her just a minute, but then he has to have her, and he reaches out, resting his hands on her ass and pushing her close to him.
"My turn?" He doesn't wait for a response, simply beginning to trail kisses down her neck and slowly across her collarbone.
He hums a little against her skin, letting his fingers trail up and down her spine as he presses a few heated kisses to those freckles on her shoulder.
"Missed the fuck out of you," he finally manages to say, before immediately taking a nipple between his lips, sucking roughly, while letting his fingers trail down to her thighs.
He grunts in response, walking her back a few steps until she's securely propped up against the shower wall. As he comes up for air, he's grinning, watching her face intently as his fingers plunge into her now. "What were you thinking, baby? What'd you want me to do to you?"
"Read my mind," he grins, kissing across her collarbone again as his fingers move faster against her. He has every intention of having her a few times right here in this shower, and he finds it impossible to end the day without tasting her at least once.
For just a moment, she's able to think a coherent thought, and it makes it past her lips.
"God, you're perfect," Juliet breathes out before her head tips back again and she rides his fingers until she falls apart, hands clinging to him tightly as her knees buckle.
He gives her just a moment to enjoy that wave of pleasure, but he's an impatient man, and it's not long before he's kneeling down, hands on her hips as he moves to taste her now. He loves doing this when she's already climaxed at least once, feeling that wetness coating his tongue; he hums as he moves against her clit, back and forth to tease her.
Her body practically bows over his, and even as she concentrates on chasing her pleasure, she's already thinking about how he's going to feel in her hand. That thought makes her moan as much as anything, and she cries out when he teases, knowing what he likes.
"Please, Damien. God, I need you. Fuck, please," she whimpers, clutching him tightly, right on the precipice again.
There's a guttural moan in the back of his throat, and he pulls back his tongue for a moment just to plunge it in again roughly, adding a finger to push her over the edge. He won't be able to hold on much longer himself, desperate for her, but he needs this taste of her just a little more.
She doesn't stand a chance when he does that; he knows her body too well and she pitches forward, his name a loud cry even over the sound of the shower.
Both of her hands are in his hair as she breathes heavily, chest heaving with it.
It's so damn satisfying to him, and incredibly arousing at the same time. He can feel her body tremble a little with residual pleasure, and he smiles as he starts to slowly kiss a path back up her body. When he makes it back to her lips, he kisses her deeply, cradling her face between his hands.
"You're fucking perfect, Jules," he breathes out, thrusting into her now, making sure she's still braced against the shower wall. "God, I love you." He's not gentle, rocking hard against her hips, knowing she wants it as much as he does.
He grunts and then moans as her hold on him tightens, and he knows she's ready for more. He thrusts deeper, and with one more thrust, he's over the edge. His head drops to rest against her shoulder as he clings to her.
It takes her breath away sometimes, the way he loves her, and there's so much pleasure just in that. She's more than satisfied, and the warmth of him is perfect.
She nuzzles against his cheek now, panting softly as she catches her breath. "God, I love it when you come home," she laughs quietly.
He laughs joyously, kissing her lips, then her neck and shoulder, before he turns the shower off and lifts her up so she's facing him as he holds her. "Got your favorite tacos waiting for you, baby." Good food, good sex. What could be better?
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Wandering outside, he can hear their outdoor shower running and he grins a little, already starting to undress. They'd bought this house just six months ago, and it's the perfect spot for them: ten minutes away from everything essential, but secluded enough to be able to shower outside if they want and never be disturbed. There's also the perfect view of the ocean from here, and God, he fucking loves this.
"Baby," he calls to her now so she's not startled when he comes up behind her around the corner. "Need you to wash my back," he grins, stepping under the cool shower spray now with her, kissing her deeply.
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When he guesses right and finds her, she smiles to see him, glad she timed herself right. It's always a gamble when he's working late, but this time, it'd paid off. She waits to say anything until after she's kissed him back just as thoroughly.
"You know how much I like it when you come home hot and sweaty," she murmurs happily, running her hands up his arms, over his shoulders. "Gimmie a minute to objectify you."
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"My turn?" He doesn't wait for a response, simply beginning to trail kisses down her neck and slowly across her collarbone.
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"I missed you today," she tells him, her hands moving over his ass now, and squeezing.
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"Missed the fuck out of you," he finally manages to say, before immediately taking a nipple between his lips, sucking roughly, while letting his fingers trail down to her thighs.
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"Might've started thinking about you a little early," she confesses, moaning at his mouth as her eyes close.
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"You were definitely using your mouth," she gasps.
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"God, you're perfect," Juliet breathes out before her head tips back again and she rides his fingers until she falls apart, hands clinging to him tightly as her knees buckle.
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"Please, Damien. God, I need you. Fuck, please," she whimpers, clutching him tightly, right on the precipice again.
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Both of her hands are in his hair as she breathes heavily, chest heaving with it.
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"I love you so fucking much," she breathes out, kissing him again as she drops her hips enough to let him thrust into her.
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"God, Damien, don't stop," Juliet encourages, clinging to him tightly and purposefully using every muscle she has around him.
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She nuzzles against his cheek now, panting softly as she catches her breath. "God, I love it when you come home," she laughs quietly.
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