READY FOR LOVE | JENLISA

Chapter 63

Lisa

I know this isn't the most ideal place for our first time being intimate, the harsh florescent lights in the dorm rooms far from being romantic. If anything, I pictured candles casting a soft glow and flowers everywhere, along with a plush king-sized bed, not a shitty twin mattress almost as stiff as cardboard.

But I know what making love to Jennie in this room symbolises, since I've refused to bring any other girl back here before. How it would change everything and show her just how much she means to me. How I'm ready for a committed relationship with her. How she's nothing like the other girls. Not even close.

I swallow thickly. "Yeah, baby. You can keep it on if you want to, and just know that we don't have to do anything you don't want to." I reiterate, needing her to know that I expect nothing from her. That she doesn't have to feel obligated to do this just because we've made up and emotions are running high.

A flash of relief passes in her eyes before they turn soft, adoring. "I want to." she affirms softly, her voice absolutely sure.

It takes everything in me not to take her right this second.

"Jen..." I strain, fighting against my most basic instincts to start tearing her clothes off.

She leans up and gently presses her lips to mine, letting me know that she's sure, and I'm a goner. Slowly, I skim my hand up her spine under her shirt until I reach the clasp of her bra.

"Can we take this off?" I ask, hesitantly, not wanting to completely push her boundaries.

She nods, and with one flick of my fingers the back clasp comes undone and she works her arms through the straps and the holes of her shirt, managing to pull her bra out, dropping it to the floor. I can't help but stare down at her perfect, petite breasts, her nipples pebbling through the shirt. Unable to resist, l dip my head low and take one into my mouth, sucking softly through the fabric.

She gasps, arching her back. Her hand flies to the back of my head, fingers caressing through my hair. Sweet little moans pour from the back of her throat, and I automatically decide that it's my favourite sound ever. Switching breasts, I give the other one the same treatment, my hands find their way to her jeans and my fingers begin working on popping open the button and pulling down the zipper.

I kiss down her clothed torso, leaving an open mouth kiss when my lips finally graze skin, only a small sliver of it showing between the hem of her shirt and jeans. I hooked my fingers under the waistband of her jeans and panties, looking up at her through my lashes for permission. Panting, she pushes up onto her elbows and nods, observing my every move.

Carefully, I ease the fabric down her long legs, revealing her sex. I swallow thickly before looking up and meeting her gaze, her eyes hooded and cheeks flushed. Keeping eye contact, I spread her legs open and press my lips to the inside of her thigh, purposely grazing my chin against the tender skin as I work my way up. She whimpers, her head lolling back as her legs fall open more.

Just before my lips reach her centre, I quickly swap over to the other leg, placing another string of kisses up the inside her other thigh. But this time, right before I'm about to bury my face between her legs, she grabs my face and pulls me up to her mouth, kissing my lips.

Her whole body is tense and I can tell that she's nervous. Something like that is probably more intimate to her than actual sex, and I get it, I'm not going to push her to do anything she's uncomfortable with.

"Jen, we don't have to do anything that you're not ready for, baby." I assure her.

I watch her throat work on a swallow, her eyes suddenly shying away from mine. "I'm sorry, I've just never done that... I... I've actually never done anything before..."