JENNIE
It wasn't the first time I'd seen her bed. I'd been in Lisa's room a few times over the years. During the Manoban's family Christmas party, we'd put our coats on it. But I looked at the gold textured duvet now with new eyes.
She made her bed perfectly. There weren't piles of shirts or dirty socks on the floor, or empty Mountain Dew cans on the bedside table like Felix's room downstairs. This was the room of someone—a precise adult—and it wasn't surprising. I'd known since the beginning how Dr. Manoban liked everything in its place. She lined the cooking utensils up in the drawers in the kitchen like they were her surgical instruments.
The room smelled like her.
Lisa's grip on my hips softened, and her hands slid up my back, so slowly it felt like she was going one vertebrae of my spine at a time. Heat rose along with her hands, and goosebumps pebbled across my thighs.
She didn't kiss me. Instead, she hovered, her breath rolling over my lips as her eyes searched every inch of my face. I hungered for her mouth on mine but felt strangely too shy to take what I wanted. So, I waited, balancing on the edge for her to move. To close the last inch of space between us and claim me.
Please, a seductive voice in my mind whined. What are you waiting for?
Could she read my thoughts through my eyes? "If I kiss you," she said, "that's it. I don't think I'll be able to stop."
I exhaled softly and stared at her lips. I was here, ready. Desperate. "Then, kiss me."
She moved fast, sealing her mouth over mine and stealing all the air from the room.
The kiss was explosive. Heat flared from where her lips met mine, spreading outward like wildfire, engulfing me. I cased her neck with my hands, pretending to steady her when I was really stabilizing myself. Everything went weak inside me. My bones turned to jelly.
I was cold when she peeled the tank top up over my head and dropped it to the floor, but then her hands were on me, her fingertips tracing the lines of my bra. My hands found their home back on her neck, and I could feel her hurried pulse beneath my palms. The thin fabric of my delicate bra was all that stood in her way, but she seemed to enjoy touching me like this. Skirting the edge before diving in.
Her soft tongue slid into my mouth and caressed, and instinctively, my hand grabbed a fistful of hair at the base of her skull. I wasn't going to be able to stand much longer if she kept kissing me like that. I pulsed with need.
Fingertips worked the clasp of my bra, and it popped loose, sliding down to catch on my elbows. I tossed it aside and reached for the hem of her shirt, but she beat me to it. Up the cotton t-shirt went, and then it was cast off, bringing her solid form into view. I wasn't prepared for how good she looked.
I swallowed hard when she pressed our warm, naked skin together. If it was supposed to be wrong, why the hell did it feel right?
Somehow, between our passionate, greedy kisses and wandering hands, I found myself backed up to the bed, where the duvet touched the backs of my thighs below my shorts. Her hands cupped my breasts and pushed them together, making it easier for her to run her lips and tongue from one aching nipple to the other, and back again.
Shivers shook my shoulders. I skimmed my hand over the waistband of her jeans, lingering at the button. Just enough to threaten what I was thinking about doing. How much further I was willing to go.
It was challenging undoing the button at the top of her jeans, but she held still and let me. I clawed my unsteady fingers at her zipper, and then shoved the pants down over her hips.
For a split second, I marveled at how soft her underwear was. Rich, black fabric covered her, but did nothing to hide her dick straining beneath. She gave a quiet hiss of pleasure as I smoothed my palm over the long, thick length of her. Jesus, she was big.
I was excited, but also nervous. Would I be able to give her as much pleasure as she had given me? I squeezed, stroking up and down, and satisfaction burned on her beautiful face. I didn't get more than a few pumps before she attacked my shorts, wrenching them down my legs.
She stepped out of her jeans as she lifted me up, seating me on the edge of the high bed, and my shorts were a puddle left on the floor.
The tension between us grew infinitely greater and more serious. We were both down to just our underwear. My heart threatened to beat out of my chest, but I didn't care. All I needed was her mouth fused to me, her bare skin touching mine.
With a light shove, she pushed me down on my back, and the comforter felt cool against my heated skin. She stepped between my legs and followed me down, trailing kisses over my throat and down between my breasts. All while she ground her lower body against mine, and sparks of pleasure roared from the contact.
Desire hazed the room.
It took control of me and sent my hands roaming over her skin. Her back was strong, and I loved skimming the muscles and the hollow of her spine. She was so fucking powerful. So different from anything I'd had.
It seemed like Lisa wasn't sure what to do next. Not that she was hesitant, but more like she wanted to do everything all at once. She glided the length of her erection over the damp crotch of my panties, and I arched, bucking up into her.
She straightened, smoothing her hands down my curves until they came to a stop on the sides of my panties. Her gaze traveled the length of my body, lingering on my exposed breasts before settling back on my eyes. The connection between us was sharp and taut.
"Stop me," she said, making it clear this was my last chance.
I bit down on my bottom lip and gave the tiniest shake of my head.
"Fuck." She whispered it as she began to drag the panties down and nuzzled her face into the cradle of my lap.
"Oh my God." I gripped her broad shoulders. Her lips followed the descent of my underwear, kissing each new spot of my flesh she revealed.
I was going to explode. Burst into a million pieces and flutter to the ground like burnt confetti. Her mouth inched along the top of my slit, and something like panic gurgled in my system. I wasn't supposed to do this, but dear God, how I craved the slippery slide of her tongue, desperate for her to go lower.
I moaned and bowed off the bed as I got my wish. The tip of her tongue brushed over me. Cautious. Curious. My reaction must have left no doubt in her mind what I wanted, because her second pass wasn't hesitant. The full sensation of her tongue against my clit tore a gasp from my lungs.
She looked amazing as she hunched over me and delivered her wicked, intimate kiss. Pleasure was so sharp and overwhelming, it made me unable to do anything but stay there and take it. It had never felt like this before. Was this how it was supposed to be?
Felix had been the only guy to go down on me. He'd done it a few times, usually when I wasn't turned on enough to have sex, and although he'd never said it, his attitude always left me feeling like he was doing me a big favor. So, really neither of us liked it all that much.
Lisa didn't act like what she was doing was a favor. I kneaded her shoulders as I shook and watched her through my barely-open eyes. Her were closed, but her expression made it seem she was enjoying it almost as much as I was.
Her tongue was so soft. It caressed and stroked, sending my heart rate into overdrive. I grew lightheaded from how hard I was breathing and the waves of heat that traveled up my body. Pinpricks of bliss crept over my skin.
A low, deep groan came from her. A bolt of white-hot pleasure seized me as her lips closed and sucked. My hands flew from her to go to my sides, and my fists tightened until my nails dug into my palms. The stroke of her tongue was insanity. She used her lips, her tongue, and even her teeth—just a faint hint—to tease, and torment, and please.
I swallowed huge gulps of air, struggling to keep up with her. Her tongue lashed at my clit, and she made every muscle in me shake. I was going to rattle apart. The sight of her mouth working over me was so sexy, I moaned.
"The noises you make," she whispered, "they're driving me crazy."
Her statement earned her another whimper.
Heat crawled over my skin as I grew closer to satisfaction. Her fluttering tongue was building me into a frenzy. I threaded my hands through my hair and shut my eyes tight, squeezing back the urge to let go. If I did, I worried I'd be loud.
My challenge increased dramatically when her mouth paused, and she stirred two fingertips over my clit. I opened my eyes and peered at her, which was a huge mistake. Her raw, hungry expression made another moan fall from my lips.
The fingertips drifted down, and one began to press inside me. My mouth rounded into a silent "oh" as she slid deeper. Just one thick finger intruding, but my body threatened to break apart.
I clutched at the comforter beneath my body—like having a physical handle on something would help. The sensation was too intense. I wanted to control it, but I'd have better luck holding back the waves of the ocean. She had her mouth on me, and part of her was inside my body.
Claiming me. It made me want more. I shouldn't, but I wanted all of her.
This thought was my undoing.
"Shit," I groaned, locking up as the orgasm surged. Heat flooded through my veins, searing my nerves. I fell into a million pieces while pleasure roared up and down my body, leaving me cold and flushed as it subsided.
I blinked my sluggish eyes, staring up at the ceiling as the blood swooshing in my ears began to slow. My mouth was no longer attached to my brain, and the words stumbled out of me.
"I didn't know it could feel like that."
Embarrassment screwed my eyes shut tight. Why the hell had I just said that out loud? There wasn't anywhere to hide, but with my eyes closed, I could pretend she wasn't staring at me.
She leaned over, and her kiss began at my collarbone, skimming up. Our mouths fused, and when our lips and chests were pressed tight together, there wasn't room to feel anything else but her.
I hooked my legs around her waist, locking my ankles together behind her back, and sank deeper into our kiss. It was full of fire.
"Do you want to stop?" Her voice was strained with need. "Because I want something I shouldn't." Our foreheads pressed together. "It's all I want whenever you're around."
My mouth fell open on an audible gasp. How was I supposed to react to that? It made my already racing pulse leap faster. All I could see were her dark, gorgeous eyes.
A warning sliced through my mind, sharp and white-hot, but I shoved it aside. I'd always done the right thing. I'd been the selfless one in the relationship with Felix. For once, I was going to do what I wanted, and what I wanted was Lisa.
"I was thinking about the same thing when I just . . ."
Her eyes went heavy. "When you came?"
We were too close for her to see it, but with our foreheads together, she had to feel my subtle nod. It sounded like I punched air from her lungs.
It set her into motion. The tip of her tongue skimmed down the slope of my breast, keeping contact even as my chest rose and fell with my deep swallows of breath. I was a live wire beneath her, and I swiveled my hips, rubbing my arousal against hers. Our groans came out in the same pitch, low and soaked with desire.
"Jennie." She whispered it at the base of my neck. "I want to feel you all around me, even if it's just for a few seconds. Is that okay?"
Oh, God. The muscles deep in my belly clenched in response, so tight it was almost painful. Lust wrung the word from my lips. "Yes."
She took the heat of her body away as she straightened, leaned over to the side, and tugged open a drawer on the nightstand. Were her hands shaking? No, I had to have imagined it. She dealt with life and death situations every day on her operating table and had a steady hand there. There was no way fooling around with me could affect her like that.
I lifted my head to gaze at her as she pushed down her underwear, and I pressed my lips together to stifle the whimper. Her dick was long and thick, so hard it had a slight upward curve to it. I stared while she tore open the condom, and as she rolled it on, tension tightened in me until I was one compact cord, too twisted to move.
Her eyes were hungry and full of longing.
"Have you thought about this?" I asked abruptly. No idea where the question came from.
She slowed. Her expression clouded with hesitation, or maybe shame, and then disappeared.
"All the time." Her measured gaze worked along the length of my bare body, lingering over my nakedness. I felt flushed and breathless. "Jesus, Jennie," she continued. "After that day I saw you and Felix on the lounge chair . . . I couldn't stop thinking about you."
I closed my eyes as my heart skipped. Her admission seared into my center, and desire reached fever pitch.
She pressed the fingertips of one hand to my clit, shooting sparks of pleasure down my quivering legs, and used her other hand to stroke herself. Her hooded gaze traveled to where she was touching me, and she looked mesmerized.
"What about you?" Her tone was tight. Desperate to know, but trying to hide it. Her fingers teased my most sensitive spot, causing me to gasp and squirm. "Did you think about this?"
I gripped the comforter at my sides and nodded vigorously. It was hard to say it out loud, and what she was doing made it impossible to speak, anyway. Need choked in my throat as a soft, sticky lump.
Her expression was relief at first, pleased she wasn't the only one between us who had these wrong fantasies. Her face then heated with pleasure, and a finger speared into me as a reward.
"Tell me," she pleaded. "Tell me what you thought about."
I bowed my back, clenching at her invasion and loving it at the same time. How was I supposed to tell her? How was I going to think about anything but the way her finger pulsed in and out, stretching and preparing me?
I threaded my hands through my hair and shut my eyes tightly. "This," I breathed. "Every night since we kissed." A second finger joined the first and I moaned, clenching fistfuls of my hair. "Oh, God, every night."
Her sigh was heavy. "Did you touch yourself?"
"Yes." I moved my hips to match her lazy tempo.
Her expression was indescribable. If I'd had to label it, I'd have said she looked fucking thrilled. "Did you get off thinking about me?"
My desperation burned away any shame. I was suddenly eager to say it, hissing it out. "Yes."
She had me writhing on her bed, my toes curled around the edge of the bed frame. Her powerful body stood between my bent knees, her fingers fucking me exactly how I'd spent the last nine days fantasizing she would.
"You don't know what you're doing to me," she whispered, yet it sounded like she was thinking out loud. Saying it more to herself than to me. "No fucking clue how much I want this, even when I shouldn't." Her fingers pumped deeper and faster. "But you want it too?"
"Yes." I was losing my grip on any sense of consequence.
Her fingers retreated, and she slicked them over her cock, wetting it with my own arousal. It was erotic watching her beautiful hand work herself over. And then she slid her forearms under me, her hands on my thighs, and jerked me closer to the edge of the bed.
My heart stopped, but when the hard tip of her brushed against me, it restarted in overdrive. I hooked my quivering legs around her warm hips. She leaned over, setting a hand on the mattress beside my head as she steadied herself with her other.
"I'm not supposed to," she murmured, delivering a brutal kiss. "Just for a second. Just so I know what it would feel like with you."
She was right at my entrance and began to push, easing inside. I locked my legs around her so tightly, her hipbones dug into the insides of my thighs. Lisa's eyes were as dark as coffee, and the color deepened as she advanced. She watched intently, studying every breath I swallowed as she claimed me.
Oh, shit, the uncomfortable stretch felt good. A delicious shiver tore through my body. I reached up a hand to cup the side of her face and held on to her, even as my lips rounded into a silent moan.
"Fuck," she uttered so quietly, it was a ghost of a word.
Her slow push kept going. Deeper, wider, harder. I whimpered as it felt even better and more uncomfortable. I'd only been with one other person before, and even though Lisa had done her best to prepare me, it still was a tight fit.
I'd never felt so full.
But it wasn't the only new experience. Being with Felix had been lonely. During sex, we'd been two people playing roles, him only there for himself. My enjoyment wasn't a priority—only a bonus to him. I'd felt disconnected all the times we were the most physically connected.
But Lisa was present in this moment with me.
Right as I reached the edge of her being too much to take inside, her body was snug against mine, and another tremor rippled along my muscles. She was buried deep, possessing me, and it felt amazing. Not only physically, either.
But just as soon as she'd given it to me, she began to take it away. Her hips drew back, easing out and pulling the sensations with her, leaving me feeling empty. No, my mind and body screamed together. I clutched at the landscape of her chest, trying to get her to stay.
She pulled out completely, and panic swept me away like a rogue wave. "Again," I gasped.
The single word wracked her body with a visible shudder. She repeated my command, tinged with hope. "Again?"
"Oh, shit, Lisa," I whined. "Again."