Nude - Jenlisa

Chapter 6

Jennie took a deep breath upon waking, and squinted her eyes at the smell. Blue sheets greeted her; the night before came back. Lisa's sheets had not been washed yet, and smelled like they hadn't been washed since the last time she's slept in them. Lisa still slept beside her, sound as a rock, with one arm throw over her waist. Her fingers were tucked underneath her side.

She held her bare back against her bare chest, and exhaled warm, moist breath onto her neck. Jennie wanted to stay just like this, in her arms, as long as she could, but couldn't ignore the rancid smell of the sheets. She rolled to get her nose away from it, and woke up Lisa in the process. Her lazy, sleepy eyes flickered open, and a warm smile stretched her lips. Jennie rolled onto her back, and further into the blonde's chest. Lisa tightened her embrace, pulling her closer, snuggling into her pillow-messed hair.

"Good morning," she mumbled to the brunette's temple, and then left a lingering kiss.

"Good morning," she said back.

Lisa kissed her way down her face, to her lips. Jennie snaked her arms around her neck, around her shoulders, adoring the way she fit against her. She ruffled her hair, stretched her fingers through her blonde locks. Lisa kissed her cheek, her jaw, her neck, and she moved to give her better space, tugging on her hair.

"Hm," Jennie hummed to her cheek. Her big hands searched her petite body beneath the sheets, less feverish than they had the night before. Tenderness returned to her fingertips, the desire to know it all, to see it all. She wanted to see like she saw, the colors and wonders of the world.

She felt Lisa's primal excitement return, and she moved with her to situate themselves accordingly. The blonde pushed inside of her slowly, a deliberate, important stroke, and retreated with the same unhurried care. She breathed onto Jennie's neck, each breath a gasp upon entrance, a sigh with her withdrawal. Jennie matched her easy rhythm, bucking her hips into hers, feeling the slow, torturous pleasure building between them.

Lisa took her time, building it like she painted; each stroked counted, added, and meant something. She kissed her cheek again and again, a few times on her lips. Jennie felt the burn in her hips from the motion, the ache starting in her thighs. She didn't consider herself out of shape, but she wasn't used to this motion. She'd never realized how much of a workout sex could be.

It came closer, and at last Lisa sped up her pace. She tried to keep up, but kept missing. Lisa didn't say a word about it, only kissed her cheek. She came, and collapsed underneath the blonde, hands grasping hold of her shoulders as her name passed her lips with a gasp. Lisa shuddered, her arms gave out, and down she came onto the bed, panting and gasping beside her.

Jennie forced her body onto her side. "I could get used to morning sex."

"I could too," the blonde replied with a tired smile. "What are you doing tomorrow morning? Say around nine?"

Jennie laughed; tomorrow felt far away. She scooted closer to her, but a distant chirp halted the words on her tongue.

"What's that?"

She sat up, not minding the blanket as it fell to her waist. "My phone."

Lisa sighed as Jennie stood. She crossed her arms over her chest as she walked into the living room where her purse pocket glowed and chirped. Mom.

Jennie answered it tentatively. "Hi, Mom."

"Oh, thank god!" her mother burst from the other side. Someone spoke in the background that sounded like her father. "Where the hell are you?"