JENNIE

Upon hearing her name from my lips, Lisa's face softened. She lowered until our lips touched and moved her mouth against mine, wanting that connection while she gave me the other I'd demanded.

"Oh," I moaned into her mouth as her hips flexed into me.

The first slide into my body had been amazing, but this second one put it to shame. Satisfaction fired all along my system, lighting me up with fireworks. She pulled her mouth away from mine, dragging it across my cheek, and groaned into the shell of my ear. The sound was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard.

Her withdraw started sooner this time, and the same panic took over. She was still inside me when I cried out, "Again."

She grunted like I was killing her, but she loved it. "I shouldn't." It was a hollow statement, because she pushed inside me, and quicker this time too. "We shouldn't." Her uneven breath fell in the crook of my neck as her body continued to move. "Doing this is wrong—"

I grasped her shoulders, like I could keep her right there. "It feels too good to be wrong."

Which should have proved that sleeping with her was, in fact, very wrong. Usually, the enjoyable things were bad. Like chocolate cake and buying expensive shoes you didn't need.

My confession drilled into her and flipped a switch. The muscles on her back tensed before she shifted, rising enough so she could stare down at me. Her eyes were full of primal need. It was then she actually began to fuck me.

Her first full thrust stole my breath. The second was hard enough it made my breasts bounce and drew her attention. She clamped her hands on them, holding firmly as she drove into me, her thumbs brushing over my peaked nipples.

I arched off the mattress, pushing myself into her hands, wriggling against her hips beating against mine. Gone was the unsure girl I'd been before. Beneath Lisa, the sexual woman I'd always wanted to be came alive.

She looked stunning as the fading light from outside played across her chest, her expression intense and focused. I didn't bother holding back the whimpers and sounds of enjoyment, and she didn't either. She grunted and sighed as she rutted into me, both taking and giving pleasure.

"You're gorgeous," she uttered between hurried breaths. Her gaze wandered appreciatively over my breasts and moved up to settle on my lips. "You're so fucking young and gorgeous."

The caress of her hands was madness. Fire licked at me with her touch, sensitizing my skin. And as her pace increased, so did the feeling of another orgasm. Was it possible? I'd never come from sex before, but Lisa was obviously experienced. She'd mastered my body more in one short afternoon than Felix had done in three years.

She shifted so she was standing upright, locked a hand on each of my hips, and drove into me. The new angle threatened to make my eyes roll back in my head, and I gasped with satisfaction.

Her lips turned up at the corner in an impish smile, and I could read the question reflected in her eyes. "That's the spot, huh?"

Moans drifted from me, too loud to contain, and the smile on her face faded somewhat. I was loud. Too loud. If someone decided to come up from the basement, they might hear us. She slowed her tempo, but I was greedy and frantic.

"I can be quiet," I said, "but, please don't stop."

She looked conflicted. "I love the little sounds you make, but—"

Only I wasn't making little sounds right now. She coursed a hand slowly up over the curve of my arm, along my shoulder, and up to cup the side of my face. It was sweet and sensual, and I turned into it, pressing my lips against the center of her palm in a kiss.

I'd done it without thought, but it sent an unintended signal to Lisa. Her hand molded to my face, covering my mouth. When she resumed her driving rhythm, I didn't mind the hand one bit. If anything, it only turned me on more.

"You want to know the first time I thought about you like this?" she asked quietly. Her dick plunged and retreated endlessly, hitting a spot that made the rest of the world fade away. "When he took you to prom. The green dress you wore . . . You looked ten years older. After you left, I thought about all sorts of things. Bad things."

Pressure was building, bubbling under a lid, and dangerously close to release. I wanted to ask her about these thoughts, but her hand was over my lips, and I wasn't sure I'd be able to find my voice, either. My expression must have made it clear, because she kept going.

"I was jealous of him." Lisa's eyes were hesitant. This was something he was nervous to reveal. "I was so fucking jealous. I knew after the dance was over, he was the one who got to kiss you. Touch you. Put his hands up your skirt and find out if you were wearing anything underneath it or not."

Whoa.

My moan bled through her fingers, and my head spun with even more lust.

"Were you?" Her tone was playful and seductive.

I nodded underneath her hand. I'd worn a pair of black panties that were silk in the front and delicate lace in the back.

She strived to match the tone, but it faltered a little. She both did and didn't want to know. "Did he fuck you in that dress?"

I slowly shook my head, keeping my eyes glued to hers. Felix and I had barely messed around that night. We'd gone to an afterparty at Colin's house, and Felix had so much to drink, he couldn't keep it up later when I attempted to go down on him. So, no. Felix hadn't fucked me in my prom dress.

"I would have." Lisa's voice oozed. "I'd have bent you over a table, pulled up that skirt, and fucked you so hard, your legs would shake." Her smile was sinister. "Just like they are right now, Jennie."

Even muffled under her palm, my cry was loud and full of pleasure. I clenched around her, and she exhaled loudly, thick with enjoyment. I put one hand over her on my mouth, trying to silence myself, and wrapped the other hand around her wrist.

Each pump of her body into mine primed me for detonation, and as I closed in on my explosion, Lisa must have sensed it. She pulled out abruptly, stepping away from the edge of the bed.

"Where—" I started, wanting to ask her where she was going, but she pointed to the center of the bed.

"On your hands and knees." She said it lightly, but it was a demand full of weight and urgency, and I found myself scrambling on top of the duvet. She climbed up behind me, steering my hips and positioning me how she wanted us to be.

The waiting for her to fill me again lasted a decade, and I sighed with relief when she was there, nudging her way between my legs. I swallowed thickly as she pushed all the way in. Holy hell, she felt even bigger this way. I stared down at my hands splayed open on the comforter and let her rock her hips into me.

Lisa pushed my hair out of her way, so her hands could trace up and down my spine. I arched like a cat as she stroked me, never wanting this to stop. I could listen to her soft sighs of pleasure and the sharp slap of skin meeting skin forever.

But then her strong hand was on my shoulder, pulling me up off my hands, and my eyes went wide. A large mirror hung over the dresser on the other side of the room, and in it, I could see Lisa's hands as they slid over my naked body. I watched as they caressed over my breasts, down the curve of my narrow waist, and onto the flare of my hips.

Over my shoulder, she watched us in the mirror too. I couldn't breathe, and I couldn't look away.

Her thrusts were rigorous, pounding into my body, and when I threatened to fall, I latched a hand on the post to steady myself. It only made us look more erotic. My small, pink nipples jutted up and out, and at the crevice of my thighs, we could see the movement of her cock disappearing inside me.

I was slick between my legs, and faint sweat clung to my skin. It was the same for her. It beaded at her forehead and glossed her face. We looked so good together. I tightened my hold on the smooth post of dark wood, bracing myself so hard, my muscles strained.

My pulse thundered as she slipped one hand down, her fingertips searching my slit. She strummed there, making me gasp.

"Shit," I cried out, arching back so my head rested on her collarbone. Even with my head tipped back, I watched the mirror through my half-lidded eyes. How could I not? Her powerful body behind mine, fucking me into oblivion, was a sight to behold. I'd never forget it as long as I lived.

"I love it," she murmured. "Seeing this and feeling you wrapped around me. Whatever happens, you were worth it."