JENNIE

Lisa's mouth leaves a trail of moisture up my stomach and along my chest before she finally places a soft kiss on my temple. I lie there on the floor next to her, trying to catch my breath and relive the events leading up to this moment. I had every intention of having a serious conversation with her about her—no, our—lack of communication, but watching her angrily assault that punching bag had me gasping and moaning her name within minutes.

I lean up onto my elbow and look down at her. "I want to reciprocate."

"Be my guest." She grins, her lips coated with my moisture.

I move quickly, taking her into my mouth before she catches a single breath.

"Fuck," she groans. The sensual noise causes my mouth to fall open too far, and she slips out, down across my tongue. Lisa bucks her hips off the floor to meet my lips again, pressing herself inside my mouth again.

"Please, Jen," she begs.

I can taste myself on her, but I barely notice it as she moans my name.

"I'm not . . . fuck, I'm not going to last long," she pants, and I speed up. All too soon she tugs my hair and lifts my head back.

"I'm going to come in your mouth, then take you to the bed and fuck you again." She runs her thumb over my lips, and playfully, I bite down gently on the pad of her finger. Her head falls back, and her grip on my hair tightens as I work my mouth on her.

I can feel her cock twitching, her legs stiffening as she gets closer. "Fuck, Jennie . . . so good, baby," she groans as her warmth fills my mouth. I take it all, swallowing all she has to give. Standing to my feet, I wipe at my lips with one finger.

"Get dressed," she commands, tossing my bra to me.

As Lisa and I hastily get dressed, I catch her staring at me time and time again. Not that it comes as all that much of a surprise . . . I haven't stopped staring at her either.

"Ready?" she asks.

I nod, and Lisa turns the lights off, closes the door behind us as if nothing happened in that room, and leads me down the hallway. We walk in comfortable silence, a vast difference from the tension between us earlier. When we reach the part of the hallway just outside my bedroom, she stops me by gently grabbing hold of my elbow.

"I should have told you about that nightmare instead of distancing myself from you," she says. The dim night-lights along the floor cast just enough light onto her face to allow me to see the pure honesty and softness behind her eyes.

"We both just need to learn to communicate."

"You're so much more understanding than I deserve you to be," she whispers and lifts my hand to her face. Her lips press against each of my knuckles, and my knees nearly buckle at the touching gesture.

Lisa opens the door and takes my hand in hers as she leads me to the bed.