Pure Connections

Chapter 17

When Desire is mixed with Deeper want and longing, the wait is more than worth it.
                                                             - A/N
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      Lisa stumbled into the loft, hands glued to Jennie's hips as the door banged open. They both stood still, her gaze wandering from jennie's shoulders, along her spine to the small of her back as the crash echoed in the 2 a.m. dark. The shift in atmosphere settled over her for a fleeting second—the warmth and subtle candle fragrance of her temporary home. It lacked the thrill of being back in the theater at Jennie's mom's or driving with Jennie's wandering hands and lips all over her, but this was where they could have each other with complete abandon.

      Jennie slipped out of her heels and Lisa pushed the door shut before stepping up behind her. When Jennie tilted her head, offering full access to her neck, Lisa breathed in the aromatic scent of her skin, and she didn't kiss her. Instead, she undid the straps of her dress with deliberate leisure. She would give Jennie whatever she liked, fuck her in any, every, way she craved, but she would make her wait for it. Lisa ached for the feeling of their bodies pressed together, bare skin on skin, for the look in Jennie's eyes and sounds she made when Lisa's hands were on her, but she needed this too. She needed the memory of Jennie's dress pooled in a train of red satin at their feet, leaving her completely bare—spellbinding in her very existence, but especially like this. Her hands moved down Jennie's arms until their fingers met, and Jennie turned—pitch black eyes trained on Lisa, lips parted.

      Lisa's gaze drifted to the subtle heave of Jennie's chest, breasts that fit just right in her palm, her taut abdomen, to the trimmed tuft of hair at the apex of her thighs.

      Jennie stepped forward, closing the gap between them. "I thought we agreed no more teasing."

      Lisa's brows shot up as she reached into her pocket. "Was that before or after you forced me to say goodbye to your parents with this"—Jennie's thong dangled from her fingers—"in my pocket?"

      Jennie bit down on a smile, the picture of demure as she walked Lisa back toward the door. "It did get a little wet."

      "A little?"

      "Fine. A lot." She undid the sash at Lisa's waist with nimble fingers, her gaze trailing as she pushed the jumpsuit off Lisa's shoulders. Wonder and lust glimmered in her eyes, and not for the first time, it occurred to Lisa that Jennie had never been with a woman this way. Still, she caressed a trail up Lisa's abdomen to her breasts, thumbs grazing Lisa's nipples with the sureness of someone who'd done it a million times. Because maybe she had never done this, but Lisa knew she'd been with other people.

      Lisa faltered at the thoughts circling the back of her mind. Everything from Jennie's touch to the hunger in her eyes to Lisa's own desperate need to get her tongue between Jennie's thighs made her feel downright fucking combustible, but she couldn't help feeling like she should probably say something. Like they should talk about—

      Her bra snapped open, and she almost choked on her next breath as Jennie's mouth found her nipple. "Jennie..."

      Jennie mumbled something unintelligible against her chest, fingers clawing at her hips in search of a grip on her pants.

      Lisa caught her by the wrists, straddling the line between breathless and hyperventilating when she twisted to press Jennie against the door. The whimper Jennie let out went straight to Lisa's core. A hint of something dark crossed her features—like maybe she wouldn't mind if Lisa was just a little too rough with her. "Should we—" Lisa's throat ached. She was throbbing everywhere. "I haven't—I've been tested." Hazards of not being in a long-term relationship since she was an undergrad.