“Want to work on the harmonies?” he asked. He wanted to keep things as businesslike as possible, but he was distracted.
“Sure. We can set a delay and do a few passes with playback in the booth.” Dan nodded and watched Juliet’s small, capable hands dancing across the boards, setting a delay of ten minutes on the system.
She picked up a timer and spun out of the chair, heading into the vocal booth; he followed right behind her. “Let’s just try the first one naturally, and see what we get-then we tweak from there.” Dan nodded, putting on a headset and listening for the playback. He listened to the warm tone of Juliet’s lead-in and found his note, joining in on the chorus.
The night wore on and both of them gradually became giddy-between caffeine and natural fatigue, they were cracking each other up. They had moved into the live room and started work on the percussion for one of the tracks, and finally they ended up back in the control room, listening to what they had recorded. Dan kept glancing at the huge, worn couch that Juliet had apparently slept on before he had arrived.
“Let’s take a break,” he suggested, feeling like his jeans were uncomfortably tight. He had stolen a few moments as they had worked to kiss her neck-had pulled her into his arms in the vocal booth and sealed her lips during the recording delay, making a little game of it to see how quickly they could both recover. There was no one in the studio; even the cleaning crew would be gone for the night.
Dan guided Juliet over to the couch, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her deeply. He knew he should wait until they were back at the house, but he had been holding himself back for hours. Every time he had kissed her had been like adding coals to the fire of his lust for her.
Every time she had stretched, exposing just a tiny slice of tattooed skin above the waistband of her low-slung corduroys, he had forced himself to look away rather than put his hands all over her-which was what he had really wanted. Juliet broke away from the kiss, looking up at him with a faint smile on her lips.
“Oh, this is going to be that kind of break,” she commented, her hands beginning to move across and over his back. Dan chuckled, pressing her body as tightly against his as he could. He nodded, letting his hands move up from her waist to her breasts.
“No one to disturb us,” he observed, cupping her full breasts and teasing them through her bra. “And isn’t it a little thrilling to be doing this in a studio?” He raised an eyebrow, kissing her lightly. Juliet giggled.
“It is, actually. I’ve never fooled around in a studio before.” Dan dropped his lips down from her mouth and found her throat, nipping and kissing her sensitive skin. Juliet moaned softly, tilting her head back to give him better access. Dan closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of her warm body and the perfume she used, his hands moving back down to the hem of her tee shirt. He pulled it up, breaking away from her neck to bring it over her head.
He let it fall at their feet and smiled, looking down at her; she was wearing a black satin bra, and he wondered-in the part of his mind still capable of thought-if her panties matched.
He reached around to Juliet’s back and undid the clasp, gently working the bra away from her skin and letting it join her shirt. His hands went immediately for her breasts and he began teasing her nipples, loving the sound of her moans as they swiftly hardened under his touch; he even heard the hitch in her breath that signaled her arousal.
“God, do you have any idea how fucking hot you are?” he murmured, leaning in to kiss the base of her throat before brushing a path down past her collarbones, kissing every inch of her breasts before bringing one of her nipples to his mouth and sucking it.
“Oh-oh, Dan,” Juliet purred, leaning up onto the balls of her feet and arching into his mouth. Dan smiled to himself; he had wanted for years to hear her moan his name. He felt greedy-he wanted to hear her moan it over and over, wanted to hear her scream it, even.
He wanted to feel her writhing with pleasure she couldn’t contain. He switched from one nipple to the other, sucking, licking, and even playfully nibbling the sensitive nubs until she was trembling in his arms, pulling at his shirt with hands made clumsy by need.
He pulled his shirt over his head and crushed her body against his, claiming her mouth again. He was so hard, his cock was aching with need, throbbing from desire. He fell onto the couch with Juliet on top of him, taking in the feel of her curves as he worked his way down to the waistband of her pants.
“I need you,” he whispered, unbuttoning and unzipping her cords. Juliet smiled against his lips and wriggled out of the tight pants, somehow managing to remain on top of him. Dan reached down between their bodies and cupped her pussy; he couldn’t see but felt the material of her panties was the same as the bra material-and it was already wet.
Dan felt Juliet’s hands on the waistband of his jeans and he smiled, bringing his hands up to push the fabric down off of his hips. He squirmed, trying to get out of his clothes without Juliet having to get up.
When they were both in their underwear, Dan grabbed at Juliet’s hips, pushing them down even as he thrust up, pressing their bodies together. Through the thin barrier, he could feel the heat of her body and Dan moaned, biting into Juliet’s neck.
She gasped, her arms tightening around him as she moved her hips against his. “This is torture,” she whispered, kissing his earlobe before taking it between her lips, running her tongue over the sensitive flesh. Dan had to agree. He pulled Juliet’s panties down in a quick movement, turning his head and kissing her deeply.
After several moments, Juliet pulled away, sitting up and looking down at him with desire written all over her face. She hooked her thumbs in the elastic at the top of his boxers and pulled them down; Dan lifted his hips to help and grinned lazily as his hard cock sprang free.
Juliet looked down at his erection, her eyes widening. Dan kicked his boxers off of his legs, pulling her back down onto his body. “You are really, really big,” she murmured against his lips, her voice both excited and slightly worried. Dan chuckled, slipping his hand between them to part Juliet’s labia and stroking her.
“Let’s go slow then,” he suggested, turning over and bringing Juliet with him so that they were both on their side. He lifted one of her legs and rested her foot against the back of the couch. “I won’t hurt you,” he murmured, finding her clit and rubbing it slowly. She moaned out loud, pushing her hips down instinctively at his touch. Dan adjusted their bodies and guided his cock up against her slit, kissing Juliet as he began to push into her.
“Ah-oh, oh Dan,” Juliet said in a moan, breaking away from his lips just a moment as he thrust into her slowly, taking his time. He could feel her muscles yielding, taking him in as he moved deeper into her hot, wet pussy. He brushed his lips all over her face, letting her feel every inch of him as he filled her up.
“I love hearing you say my name,” he told her, cradling her in his arms and beginning to move inside of her in small thrusts. Juliet opened her eyes and smiled at him, moving her leg to take him in even more deeply.
She began shifting her hips in counterpoint to his thrusts, and Dan felt his whole body tense with the effort of not just coming right away-Juliet felt so perfect, so tight and wet, with her breasts rubbing against him as they moved together.
He wanted the moment to last forever. He reached between their bodies and found her clit again, rubbing it firmly with his thumb as he began to pick up his pace, thrusting more quickly.
“Mmm, Daniel,” Juliet whimpered, and Dan could feel her trembling, right on the edge of her own orgasm. He began thrusting even faster, rubbing her clit and kissing her all over until she cried out, her arms tightening convulsively around him as she came, moaning and whispering his name over and over again. Just as she finished he couldn’t hold back any longer; he held onto her tightly as he felt his cock twitching, wave after wave of pleasure rocking him as he came.