JENNIE
Lisa's hands are still covered in rough black tape, yet they feel so tender wrapped around mine.
"I hope I haven't worn you out." She grins, brushing her taped knuckles across my cheekbone.
"No." The majority of the tension that I was feeling in my body has been released by her fingers. However, the not-so-subtle ache for her is still there. It always is.
"This is okay, right? I mean, you wanted space . . . and this isn't exactly space." Her arms wrap around me as we hesitantly stand in front of the bed.
"We still need space, but this is what I want right now," I explain. I'm sure this doesn't make much sense to Lisa, because really, it doesn't make much sense to me, especially now, when her overwhelming presence is right here in front of me.
"Me, too," she breathes and dips her head down to my neck. "This is what's good for us . . . to be close this way," she whispers. Her arms tighten around my body, and she uses her knees to guide us onto the bed as her lips gently suck on my tingling skin. I can feel her growing hard against my leg; she's ready to go again, and so am I.
"I've missed you so fucking much . . . I've missed your body," she hisses. Her hands travel under my thin cotton T-shirt, and she pulls it up over my head. My ponytail catches on the neckline, but Lisa gently untangles my hair, and her fingers reach behind me to pull the band out, letting my hair fall against the mattress beneath me. She gently presses her lips to my forehead; her mood has changed since she ravished me at the gym. She was rough there, sexy and commanding. But now she's being my Lisa, the soft and gentle woman hiding inside of a tough exterior.
"The way your pulse"—her lips hover inches from mine, and her fingers press against the tender beating in my neck as she breathes—"goes fucking crazy when I touch you, especially here"—her free hand slides down over my stomach and into the front of my pajama pants.
"You're always so ready for me." She groans, running her middle finger up and down. I feel my skin catch fire—it's a steady burn instead of an explosion, as fits her gentle touch. Lisa removes her hand, then brings her finger to her lips. "So sweet," she says, and her wet tongue slowly darts out to cover the tip of her finger.
She knows exactly what she's doing to me. She knows how much her dirty words affect me and how much they make me want her. She knows, and she's doing a damn good job at making me burn with desire from the inside out.