Jennie
Lying there on the couch, looking up at Lisa as she reached back with one hand and tugged her shirt over her head then her sports bra, part of me couldn't believe it was real. Like maybe I'd imagined this whole thing, one long, vivid hallucination.
A larger part of me was not only aware that this was all actually happening, it was breathing a sigh that said finally.
Didn't matter which part was right, whether it was fact or fantasy, it was all I wanted; Lisa was all I wanted.
She said my name on a low exhalation as she removed my shirt, with a raw voice and hooded eyes that threatened to eat me alive. I squirmed under her gaze, rubbing myself against her knee. She dropped back down over me, tugged the thin lace cup of my bra down, and locked her lips around my nipple, tugging and swirling her tongue around it until my hips were bucking off the couch.
"Jesus!" I cried out involuntarily.
She pulled back, dragging her teeth lightly across my nipple before she let go. "I prefer Lisa-fucking-Manoban, if you don't mind."
I shook my head, reaching to tug at the button on her jeans. "Too much for me to remember."
She reached down and stilled my hands, leaning down to drop a soft kiss on my palm. "Then just Lisa will do. Same number of syllables as Jesus." She quirked a brow, slid a hand under my back, and popped my bra open with a quick snap of two fingers.
Wonder where she learned that?
I shook my head slightly, trying to chase off the thought and surge of insecurity that would no doubt follow.
Lisa saw the motion and stilled, a faint frown on her face. "You okay?"
I offered a smile and quick nod. "Yep, fine."
"Bull. What happened just now?" She stopped touching my breast and rested her hand on my rib cage, making no move to remove my unhooked bra.
Instead of waiting for her to continue, I reached up and pulled it off myself before tossing it across the room.
Her eyes never left mine. "Talk to me, Jennie."
The way she said my name, it was like it was her favorite word in the world. It wasn't just a combination of letters and the corresponding sounds—not the way she said it. It was an embrace.
When I hesitated to answer, she cupped my cheek. "Do you want me to stop?" Her thumb made light passes over my cheekbone. "Because that's okay."
"No," I whispered, feeling stupid. "I just had a moment."
Her brow furrowed as she looked at me. "A moment of what?"
"Self-consciousness."
She pursed her lips and gave me a knowing look. "It was the bra thing, wasn't it?"
I nodded.
"It's not what you think," She chuckled. "I had to practice that move for one of my early roles. And I used a tailor's bust, not an actual woman. I'd never even seen a breast when I learned how to do that—at twelve, for a sitcom I was on for a whopping two episodes."
Ah, I remembered the exact sitcom and episodes she was talking about.
Somehow, picturing her doing that seemed like the funniest thing in the world. She laughed along with me for a minute, and it was during that time that her eyes finally strayed to my exposed breasts.
I let her look her fill before clearing my throat to get her attention back on my face. "Now that we got that cleared up"—I was still giggling a little as I spoke—"Where were we?"
She shook her head. "Nope, not yet." She leaned over me until our chests brushed together and her eyes bore into mine. "I thought I told you there was no one out there who could compete with you, past or present. Didn't I?" I nodded and she gave me a quick peck on the lips. "It wasn't a lie."
"Okay." I tipped my head up and rubbed my nose against hers, Eskimo style. "I believe you."
"Thank you." She leaned her forehead to mine.
"Now I'm curious to see what kind of showmanship is involved in removing a pair of panties." I flicked her bottom lip with my tongue, goading her.
"There's not much to improvise on that one. Down the legs and tossed across the room is pretty standard," she mused. "Though I suppose I could rip them off."
"Ooh, that sounds interesting." I nodded.
"With my teeth?"
"That would make a great physical punctuation."
"Oh, I'm going to punctuate a lot." She kissed me hard, her tongue making one long sweep over my bottom lip. "Starting right now."
In one swift move, my pants were gone. She moved up to blanket me with her body, kissing her way from my lips to my neck to my breasts—where she lingered a while—and finally to my lower abdomen, where she took the lace of my panties in her mouth. She bit down, ripping them apart with her hands, first one side, then the other. By the time she was done, the panties were easily tugged off—again with her teeth—and dropped to the floor.
"Shit," she breathed, the exhalation skittering across my exposed skin. "I…you're…" She shook her head, barely able to tear her eyes away to look at me. "Nice wax job."
I quirked a brow, smirking at how she'd been thrown off balance by my bare pussy. "Lasered. No waxing required."
Her tongue made a slow pass across her lips. "Time for another physical punctuation."
I chuckled but it was cut short when she leaned down and sealed her mouth over me in one quick, fluid motion. Her tongue immediately began to probe, first lightly tracing the entire seam, then delving deeper until she barely brushed my clit—which made me hiss and wiggle beneath her, wanting more.
She pushed my legs wide and threaded her arms under them, dragging my lower body toward the edge of the couch as she slid to the floor on her knees. I turned completely so that both my feet were on the floor and my upper body was at the perfect angle to look down as she licked me.
Still lapping at me, she positioned my legs so that my feet were on the coffee table behind her, opening me further, exposing all of me to her view. When she was satisfied that my legs were as spread as they could be, she dropped one hand between them and slid two long fingers inside me. She pulled them back slowly before plunging them deep. Over and over she pumped them into me, her tongue swirling around my throbbing clit all the while.
"More," I gasped, not sure what I wanted more of but confident that she'd figure it out.
She pulled her hand back and added a third finger, stretching me. When she thrust inside that time, my whole body shuddered and her mouth sealed over my clit, sucking hard. She pumped her fingers into me, watching my reactions intently as her pinkie brushed the opening of my ass—not entering but applying enough exquisite pressure that the combination was almost too much.
Her tongue lashed my clit, her fingers pounded into my pussy, and her pinkie prodded at my ass until I was writhing and panting and coming so hard I did indeed see stars, so many that I thought I was on the verge of blacking out. I cried her name, begged, whimpered, and thrust against her mouth shamelessly. I could feel myself pulsing around her thick fingers. The way she curled them slightly upward and added a whole new layer of pleasure, the feel of her pinkie barely breaching my ass, it just kept going—or more accurately, I just kept coming.
And coming.
And coming.
When the tidal wave of sensation finally ebbed, she pulled her hand away but continued to softly lick and suck at me, almost enough to tickle but not quite. She drew back and skimmed the tip of her index finger up and down my core, looking up at me with a serious expression. "I've never seen anything so stunning in all my life as the sight of you coming undone." She blew cool air on my hot, swollen flesh and I moaned, my arousal flaring anew. She leaned down and gave my clit one long, slow lick, eyes on mine the entire time. "I can already feel myself getting addicted to this."
"I don't see a problem with that," I told her, still panting from the magnitude of my orgasm.
"I do." She dipped a finger inside me and lazily pumped it in and out, driving me to distraction.
"Why?"
Another long lick, followed by a second finger. "Because I really want to be inside you but you taste so goddamn good I don't think I can stop eating you long enough to make it happen." Her mouth was on me again and I cried out, understanding her dilemma perfectly. I wanted her to keep licking me like that—God, I was about to come again—but I was desperate to feel her in me, all of her.
"Lisa…" I panted.
She looked up and quirked a brow but kept licking.
"In me, please. I want you inside me when I come again."
She groaned, the vibration of it nearly setting me off. With much reluctance, she pulled back, licking my juices from her lips as she stared longingly at the place where her finger was still pumping in and out of my body. I thought she was going to argue, maybe even try for one last lick, so I grasped her hand and pulled so that her fingers were all the way in.
"Feel that?" I asked, pulling her hand back and tugging it against me until her fingers were all the way in again and rhythmically tightened my pelvic muscles around them. "That could be your cock."
"Jesus," she moaned.
"I prefer Jennie-fucking-Kim but just plain Jennie will do."
She stood, bending so that her fingers were still inside me as she wrestled her jeans and boxers off with the other hand. It was almost funny to watch, until I factored in that heated look on her face. She tossed her jeans on the couch beside me and barely gritted out, "Condom. Wallet."
I nodded and tried desperately to ignore her probing fingers as I opened her wallet and retrieved the condom.
Shit. She uses condoms with the words Mega and Extra Large on the wrapper.
I glanced down, unable to see all of her—or any of that part—because of the way she was leaning over.
What in God's name is she packing?
I shook the wrapper by one corner, looking up at her. "Well, I'm officially intimidated."
She chuckled, her eyes roaming to my opening as she added another finger. "You're already so wet we shouldn't have any problem, but if you're worried, I'm happy to get you even more ready." With that, she leaned down and closed her mouth over my pussy, sucking hard as her fingers pumped into me. I arched my back and cried out at the overwhelming sensation.
"Lisa!" I bucked against her as her hand worked deeper, harder into me. It bordered on painful but didn't quite cross that line, just hard enough to make me grit my teeth and secretly wish she'd do it harder, breach that line between pleasure and pain.
Her tongue thrashed my clit over and over as she relentlessly fucked me with her fingers. The sound of her slurping and sucking was so fucking hot that I had to bite my lip to keep a stream of obscenities from coming out of my mouth. I wanted to scream but I bit it back, all the filthy thoughts in my head only adding fuel to the fire.
Suck my clit, baby.
Fuck me with your hand.
Do it hard.
Harder.
That's it, baby.
Make me come all over your face, Lisa.
As soon as that last thought hit me, an orgasm ripped through my body with enough force to make me scream. Lisa looked up from between my legs and covered my mouth with her free hand. She never paused, never broke the rhythm of her thrusting or her suction on my pulsing clit, just covered my mouth so I had the freedom I needed to scream myself hoarse.
Which I did.
When I was a panting, sputtering mess, she finally pulled away and grinned at me from between my legs. "If that felt half as good as it sounded, it was an epic orgasm, babe. I nearly blew my load just listening to it."
I wanted to laugh at the admission but the way she was watching me was so intense, so focused that all I could do was reach out for her, invite her closer.
She blanketed my body with hers, her erection resting heavily on my belly as she kissed me. There was no build up, her tongue was instantly probing my mouth, tangling with mine, delivering a taste of my own arousal that made me moan low in my throat. She pulled back and gave me a string of soft, sweet kisses that were contradicted by her next words. "It's so fucking hot when a woman likes the taste of her own pussy." She flicked my lower lip with her tongue and I caught it between my lips, sucking the taste of myself off her tongue until she groaned and thrust that startlingly large erection against my belly.
She reached between us and pushed two fingers into me. "Yep. You're more than ready." She nodded to the condom I'd dropped on the couch by my side. "Do the honors?"
I could only nod. Still so damn out of breath from my orgasm that I was panting.
She slid her fingers out of me and absently licked them as she straightened so I could roll the condom on, revealing what was by far the largest cock I'd ever seen.
I looked from it to her eyes and back several times, needing to process.
Play it cool. You don't want to look like a wuss. It'll be okay. A woman's body is made to stretch.
I glanced at it again.
Stretch…or rip.
"You okay?" She was watching me with a slight frown. "You have the weirdest look on your face."
Don't be a punk. You can do this.
"Maybe we should go back to oral. You liked that, right?"
Oh, shit. She can't eat me forever. Eventually I'll have to reciprocate. I'm gonna have to dislocate my jaw to fit that thing in my mouth.
She laughed and the terrifying thing bobbed, like it was nodding along with my train of thought. "You aren't actually intimidated by my size are you? I'm not even that big."
"The fuck you aren't!" I blurted, instantly slapping a hand over my mouth.
She laughed harder and it continued to bob every time her abs tensed. "You're adorable."
"And you're capable of causing serious organ damage with that thing." I eyed it warily.
This is it, this is how I'm going to die. Internal injuries.
She shook her head, still grinning. "You sure are learning fast."
"Learning what?"
"Being dramatic." She leaned down, cupped my mound, and gave it a little squeeze. "I'm not going to hurt you." Her finger grazed my clit. "Do you trust me?" She slid one finger into me, followed by another, and finally a third, filling me as she lazily pumped them in and out.
I groaned and thrust my hips up to meet her hand.
"Do you want me, Jennie?"
"Yes." It was the truth, dammit. "So fucking much."
"Is there any part of you that thinks I'd ever intentionally hurt you?" She pulled her fingers out of me and traced my slit from my clit all the way down to my ass.
I shuddered. "No."
"If you don't want to do this, we can stop right now. Or we can try and if it's uncomfortable, we can still stop. It's all up to you." She stopped stroking me, dead serious about honoring my wishes.
I gave a little eye roll and tugged her hand back where she'd had it. "Just the tip—just to see how it feels?" I poured on the sarcasm.
"Something like that," she chuckled, watching my face as her hand played with me. "You're so wet I'll slide right in. And it'll feel so fucking good, Jennie."
If she kept talking to me like that, I'd come again without benefit of fingering or fucking. I loved the gravelly sound of an aroused Lisa Manoban. It made me want to do filthy things to her and have her do them to me.
I took in a deep breath and tore open the condom wrapper. Leaning forward, I slowly rolled it on for her. When I was done, I pumped my hand up and down her shaft a few times, marveling at her size and the way she threw her head back in pleasure when I tightened my grip. Liking her reaction, I continued. Her chest heaved as she let me explore her, her abs glistening with sweat. She looked down at where I stroked her cock and groaned. "I love seeing your hand wrapped around me."
I increased the pressure and she hissed, her hips thrusting forward involuntarily.
"Fuck, baby."
I trailed my thumb over the head of her cock over and over until she finally reached down to stop me.
"If you don't stop that, I'm gonna come and I want to be in you for that." She leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips, giving my shoulders a little shove. "Lay back, baby, and let me in."
She remained on her knees as she jerked my legs wider and made sure my feet were braced on the coffee table. Satisfied with my position, she rose and lined her cock up with my opening. She nudged softly, taking herself in her hand and rubbing the tip back and forth, up and down, until she was practically soaked with my juices. Her eyes locked on mine and she barely pressed herself inside before pulling back and pushing forward again.
"God help me, you feel amazing already, and I'm barely in you," she said through gritted teeth.
So far, it wasn't too bad. There was a definite stretch but nothing terrible. It was kind of nice. Her skin was so hot it made me shiver. Or maybe it was the way her eyes never left mine, so intense and connected. Her hand rested on my lower abdomen, her thumb dipping down to roll over the slick skin directly above my clit.
She pushed in further and I hissed, tensing at the feeling of fullness.
Her hips stilled instantly, though she didn't pull out. "Jennie?"
"I'm okay. Just takes a second to get used to it."
"Baby, I'm barely in. Are you sure you want to keep going?"
I nodded, focusing on that thumb and how amazing it felt. "Yes. Keep going a little further each time. I like how you feel—I just hope I can take all of you."
"You already have all of me," she whispered.
I couldn't believe the amount of emotion she expressed with those six words. If I tried to answer, I'd never be able to convey to her how much she meant to me, so I did the only thing I knew to do. I wiggled my hips, letting her know to keep going.
With a soft smile that stole my breath, she pulled back until she was barely touching me, then slowly thrust back inside, giving me slightly more than before.
It wasn't as painful as I thought, just a full feeling and a slight burn where I stretched to accommodate her. "More," I breathed out, feeling bold.
She shook her head. "We're moving fast enough. I don't want to hurt you by pushing too far too fast." Her strokes continued at the same pace. "We have all the time in the world, Jennie-girl." She meant it, but the tension in her jaw told me how much it was taking to hold herself back.
Instead of arguing the point, I began to move. When she pushed in the next time, I pushed back. Not enough to take all of her, but enough to make more progress than she'd intended.
"Jennie…" she warned. "You're rushing. It's okay, I promise."
I shook my head. "No, it's not. I'm going crazy wanting you. It's either going to hurt or it isn't, and at this point, I don't think you could hurt me if you tried because I'm so ready for you to be inside me I can barely breathe. Please, Lisa. I need you."
Her expression was torn, and I kind of loved her for that. "But what if I really hurt you? I don't want that to be what you remember from tonight."
I reached up and placed both hands on her sides, my thumbs running over her ribcage. "Trust me, that is not the feeling I'll remember from this night, not by a long shot." I curled my hands tighter around her sides, tugging her slightly forward. She caught the motion and tensed her hips, still not going deeper, even as she groaned low in her chest, unable to hide her need.
The next time I pulled, she relaxed and let herself go deeper. I was so slick, so wet from wanting her, that she easily gained ground every time I pulled a little harder. She let me set the pace, following through every time I tugged her waist until finally, with another small hiss and a lot of stretching, she was inside me.
All of her.
Every thick, hot, hardened inch.
And I had worried for nothing because not only did it not hurt, it felt so good that I was on the verge of coming before she'd even had a chance to move.
Our eyes stayed locked as I gave her a little nod and she began to thrust, slow and easy at first, then faster, though she still wasn't pounding deeply. The more she moved, the hotter I felt. Like I was burning up from the inside out. It went on like that for so long I wondered if there'd be scorch marks on the couch from the heat building inside me.
It was almost more than I could take watching her look down at where we were joined, watching herself thrust into my body before returning her eyes to mine, alight with a fire of their own.
When I lifted my legs and locked them around her back, the angle was so amazing that I came less than a minute later.
I was mid-orgasm, writhing and gasping, when Lisa suddenly pounded deep and stilled. The feel of her pulsing hard inside me deepened my own release, her shuddering breaths announcing her own orgasm as she repeated my name over and over, finally collapsing on my chest.
This, this right here is my favorite moment ever.
She holding me, heart pounding, still buried inside me as she kissed the side of my neck over and over.
I could have stayed like that all night, and I would have if Lisa hadn't pulled away. She sat back until she was resting on her calves between my shaky legs, her knees still on the floor. Then she leaned over and blew on my hot, slightly sore pussy and smiled up at me.
I grinned back. "What?"
She winked. "Nothing. I thought I'd soothe any discomfort. You know, with my tongue."
Suddenly, I wondered if she was right to be worried about not being able to stop. Then her mouth was on me and I decided I didn't give a damn.
I was perfectly fine feeding her addiction.