Jennie's POV
In what feels like a desperate attempt to be closer to me as we kiss, Lisa moves a hand to the back of my neck. I can sense all of her anger and frustration being transferred into lust and affection—her mouth is hungry and her kisses sloppy as she walks backward with our lips still attached. She guides me with one hand on my hip and the other behind my head, but I trip over her feet and stumble just as her legs reach the end of her bed, causing both of us to fall back onto it. In an attempt to wrestle control from her, I straddle her torso and pull my sweatshirt and tank top over my head at the same time, leaving me in my lacy bra. Her eyes widen and she tries to pull me down to kiss her, but I have other plans.
Reaching behind my back, my rushed fingers find my bra clasp and I unsnap it before pulling the straps down my shoulders and letting it drop to the bed behind me. Lisa's hands are warm as she reaches up and cups my breasts in her large palms, kneading them roughly. Grabbing her wrists, I remove her hands from my skin and shake my head. Her head tilts in confusion before I climb down her body and unbutton her pants. She helps me tug them down to her knees along with her boxers. My fingers immediately grip her length—she gasps, and when I look at her face her eyes are closed. I pump slowly before dipping down and bravely taking her into my mouth. I try to remember her instructions from last time and repeat the things that I know she liked.
"Fuck . . . Jennie," she pants and wraps her hands into my hair. This is the longest she has been silent during any sexual experience we have shared, and I realize much to my own amusement that I missed her dirty words.
I move my body while continuing to please her and end up between her knees.
She sits up and watches me. "You look so sexy like this, with that smart mouth of yours wrapped around me," she says and grips my hair harder.
I feel the heat gathering between my legs and move my head faster, wanting to hear her moan my name again. My tongue laps around the tip of her and she lifts her hips slightly off the bed, pushing herself down my throat. My eyes begin to water and I can barely breathe, but hearing my name fall from her lips over and over again makes it that much better. Seconds later, she removes her hands from my hair and cups my face, stopping me from moving further. The metallic scent of her bloody knuckles hits my nose, but I ignore the reflex to pull away.
"I'm going to come . . ." she tells me. "So if there is anything else you . . . you know, want to do before then, you should stop blowing me."
I don't want to speak, to give away how desperate I am to have her make love to me, so I simply stand up and slide my jeans down my legs and step out of them. When I begin to remove my panties Lisa's hand reaches out and stops me.
"I want you to leave these on . . . for now," she coos. I nod and gulp, anticipation consuming me. "Come here." She gestures and pulls her shirt over her head. Scooting to the edge of the bed, she pulls me onto her.
Our feverish exchange in the beginning has slowed and the angry tension between us has decreased. Lisa's chest is flushed and her eyes are wild. The feeling of sitting on her lap while she is completely naked and ready—and I am only dressed in panties—is exquisite. She presses the small of my back, the length of her one outstretched hand there holding me in place as her lips meet mine once again.
"I love you," she whispers into my mouth as her fingers move my panties to the side. "I . . . love you . . ."
I gasp at the immediate pleasure of the intrusion. She moves her fingers slowly, too slowly, and I instinctively rock back and forth to create a faster pace.
"That's it, baby . . . fuck . . . You're always so ready for me," she groans and I continue to rock against her hand. My breathing and moans intensify—it still surprises me how quickly my body responds to Lisa. She knows every little thing to do and say.
"You are going to listen to me from now on. Am I right?" she says against my neck, gently biting the skin.
What?
"Tell me you will listen to me or I won't let you come."
She can't be serious. "Lalisa . . ." I plea and try to move faster, but she stops me.
"Okay . . . Okay . . . just please," I beg and she smirks. I want to slap her for doing this right now. She is using my most vulnerable time against me but I can't find my anger through my need for her. I am all too aware of her bare skin against mine, only my thin panties between us.
"Please," I repeat and she nods.
"Good girl," she says in my ear and guides my hips to move again as her fingers pump in and out.
I feel myself inching closer and closer to the edge in no time at all. Lisa whispers filthy things in my ear, the foreign words urging me on in a way that I can't describe. They are completely filthy but welcome, and I grip on to her arms to keep myself from falling off the bed as I come undone under her touch.
"Open your eyes. I want to watch what only I can do to you," she instructs and I do my best to keep them open as my orgasm overtakes me.
Afterward, my head falls onto her chest and my arms wrap under her arms, hugging her tight as I try to catch my breath.
"I can't believe you tried to . . ." I begin to scold her, but she silences me by running her tongue along my bottom lip. My breath comes out in spurts as I am still recovering from my high. I reach my hand down in between us and grab hold of her. She winces and pulls my lip between her, sucking lightly. I decide to take a page from the Lalisa Manoban sex handbook and grip her harder.
"Apologize, and I will give you what you want," I say as seductively as I possibly can into her ear.
"What?" Her face is priceless.
"You heard me." I keep my face neutral and pump her in one hand and slide my fingers over my soaking panties with the other.
She whimpers as I rub her against me.
"I'm sorry," she blurts, her cheeks a deep shade of red. "Just let me fuck you . . . please," she begs and I laugh. My laughter is cut short by her reaching over to the nightstand and pulling out a small packet. She wastes no time putting the condom on and kissing me again.
"I don't know if you are ready to do it this way, with you above me. If it's too intense, tell me. Okay, baby?" And like that she's back to the sweet and gentle Lisa.
"Okay," I answer.
She lifts me up slightly and I feel the condom brush against me and then fullness as she lowers me onto her.
"Oh my," I say and close my eyes. "Is it okay?"
"Yeah . . . just . . . d-different," I stammer.
It hurts, not nearly as much as before, but the feeling is still unpleasant and foreign. I keep my eyes closed and move my hips a little, trying to decrease the pressure.
"Good, different, or bad?" Her voice is strained and the vein in her forehead is showing.
"Shh . . . stop talking," I say and move again.
She moans and apologizes, promising to give me a minute to adjust. I have no idea how much time passes before I move my hips again. The discomfort eases dramatically the more I move, and at some point Lisa wraps her arms around my back, hugging me close to her as she moves to meet my hips. This way is much better, her holding me as we move together. One of my hands rests on her chest, holding my weight as my legs start to tire. I ignore the burn of my muscles and continue to ride her body this way. I keep my eyes open to watch Lisa as a bead of sweat rolls down her forehead. Watching her like this, with her lower lip pulled between her teeth, her eyes so focused on my face that I swear I can feel the burn from them on my skin, is overwhelming in the best way.
"You are everything to me. I can't lose you," she says as my lips move over her neck and shoulder. Her skin is salty and damp and perfect. "I'm close, baby, so fucking close. You're doing so good, baby." She groans and moves her hands up and down my back as I try to pick up speed. She laces her fingers through mine and the intimacy of the gesture makes me weak. I love her encouragement and I love her.
I feel my stomach tightening as Lisa grips the back of my neck with one hand. She continues to whisper how much I mean to her as her body grows tense. I stare, completely consumed by her words and the way her thumb is brushing over my clit, bringing me to a quick and powerful release. Our moans intertwine along with our bodies as we finish. She practically falls back, lying on the bed, and takes me with her. I barely notice her discarding the condom as I come back to reality.
"I'm glad you followed me down the stairs," I finally say after a long but pleasant silence. With my head lying on her bare chest, I can hear her rapid heartbeat slowing.
"Me, too. I wasn't going to, but I had to. I am sorry for telling you to leave. I can be an asshole sometimes," she says.
I lift my head up and look at her. "Sometimes?" I smile.
She lifts one of her hands off my back and pokes me on the nose with her index finger, making me giggle. "You weren't complaining five minutes ago," she points out.
I shake my head and lay it back down onto her clammy skin. My fingers trace the simple heart-shaped tattoo near her shoulder and I notice the goose bumps raise on her skin. It isn't lost on me that the heart is colored in with solid black ink.
"That's because you're better at that stuff than you are at dating," I tease.
"I won't argue there." She chuckles and moves my hair from my face. One of my favorite things that she does is when she caresses my cheek. Her fingertips are rough, but they somehow feel like silk against my skin.
"What happened between you and June? I mean before tonight?" I ask. I probably shouldn't, but I have to know.
"What? Who told you there was a problem between June and me?" She lifts my chin to look at her.
"Hanbin. He didn't say what it was, though; he just said it was 'coming for a while.' What did he mean by that?"
"Just some bullshit thing that happened last year. It's nothing for you to worry about. I promise," she says, and smiles a smile that doesn't extend to her eyes but I don't feel like pushing it.
I'm just happy that we worked through our problem for once and that we are getting better at communicating with one another.
"You're going to meet me after you leave Vance tomorrow, right? I don't want anyone to take that apartment before us," she says.
"We don't have any furniture," I remind her.
"It comes furnished. But we can add things or change whatever we want after we move in."
"How much is it?" I ask. I know I don't want to hear the answer to that.
I can only imagine how expensive it is if it comes already furnished.
"Don't worry about that; all you need to worry about is how much the cable will be." She smiles and kisses my forehead. "So what do you say? You're still in, right?"
"And groceries," I point out and she frowns. "But yes, I am still in." "Are you going to tell your mother?"
"I don't know. I will eventually, but I already know what she's going to say. Maybe I should let her get used to the fact that we're together first. We are so young and already moving in together, I don't want to send her into a mental ward." I let out a laugh despite the slight pain in my chest. I wish things could be simple with my mother and she could be happy for me, but I know that isn't plausible.
"I am sorry that this is happening between the two of you. I know it's my fault, but I'm far too selfish to remove myself from the situation."
"It's not your fault. She is just . . . well, she is the way she is," I say and kiss her chest.
"You need to get to sleep, baby; you have to be up in the morning and it's almost midnight," she says.
"Midnight? I thought it was much later," I say and roll off her and lie in front of her.
"Well, if you weren't so tight, I would have lasted longer," she says into my ear.
"Good night!" I groan in embarrassment.
She laughs and kisses the back of my neck before turning the light off.