The Intimacy Of these Moments | Chaennie

Chapter 40

Jennie's pov

I pushed her onto my bed, my room wasn't like hers. No moonlight, no romantic atmosphere like her velvet mattress but grey though my love was more than before, I was anguished to have her and she had this smile on her face, her eyes looking at me as if saying 'She mine, mine, and mine only.'

"Just to clear my head I wanna ask, we are together right?" she asked coming up on her elbow causing her shirt to stretch from her chest and I wanna look away yet I couldn't.

"Yes,"

"You love me?"

"Are you serious?"

"What? I just wanna verify," she shrugged, "You know what? I'll kill you if you crack another stupid joke" I grab her collar pulling her closer to me, straddling in between her knees.

"You can't have sex with a dead bo-" I kissed her shutting her mouth and causing her to gasp, skating my tongue in but whined when she bite my tongue and I drew away totally forgetting about her cheek since she kept talking.

"I didn't mean to" I caressed her jaw kissing her cheek softly.

"I know, like it's hard to resist me, I mean I'm pretty," she spoke, I rolled my eyes hitting her forehead. "Ouch! Stop abusing me" she pouted, it was supposed to be romantic, not chaotic.

"I thought you like violence"

"Everything has limits so does violence"

"Do you want to do it or not?" I can't help but ask instantly, desperation was overflowing from my body. It's been 7 months, not that I'm addicted to sex but it's her I can't keep the track of my heart and head at the same time.

"Desperate..." she teased.

"You would be the first girl ever to ridicule your spouse on the bed like this" I rolled my eyes and her teasing face was replaced by an amused grin. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt, staring up at me with lustful eyes when she stopped in middle pulling me on top of her by clutching my t-shirt.

"Take it off and get over with all of your desperation" she whispered kissing my cheek as her fingers tapped on my neck, "because I'm gonna make love to you after..." her words only left me in surprise wondering how long a night can be?

I ground down on my lip and wriggled uncomfortably on her, suddenly my beating heart began to race with every breath we breathed together, her duality was like a breeze that change every season. It's winter again and we are together, her eyes were sharp waiting for me to take off her clothes.

Everything commenced to feel gauche, the confidence I had washed away just by her expressions. My fingers shake while unbuttoning her shirt as she holds my hands, "Hey..., I'm no better, just trying to be more assertive" she said chuckling.

I punch her on the stomach, "You are a brat!" she groaned but laughed harder.

"Oh god, can't a girl try to be bolder?" she asked, "I'm so done with you" I get off from her when she pulled me back.

"My clothes are still undone, how can you be done?" she takes my hand, putting it on her unbuttoned shirt, "You were better when we were not together, at least that time you take everything seriously," I said.

We have become so closer by staying away for months which I'm grateful but she's testing my tolerance, "I'm yours which means you're mine too, I wanted us to be pleased not a horny teenager like our first time. I want love, not desperation, here I said it" she expressed.

The phrases have a big effect on me, as my beating heart begin to calm when she caressed my cheek with her thumb, "How should I differentiate in between?" I closed my eyes enjoying every single bite of her attention.