Lust was it? (JENSOO)

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Jennie's POV

Lifting Jisoo's arm away from my waist slowly, I climbed off the bed and silently walked across the cold floors to the open doors of the bathroom, I took her shirt on the way slipping it on.

I'm met with multiple hickeys on my neck and chest when I look into the mirror. Her finger nails made slight scratches on my shoulders and knees from her vigorous thrusting.

I hummed at the thought of our time of passion. She was so attentive and gentle but at the same time dominant. She took what she wanted and gave you back just as much and even more. I loved every second of it.

From her dirty whispers, to her deep moans of pleasure, to her erotic dominance and finally her tender caresses and whispers of awe and affection when we finished.

Sex for me wasn't a prominent factor in my life before but that still couldn't stop the fact that she is the best I've ever had.

"Jennie" she whispered in her sleep as I walked from the bathroom done with my business. Her arms searched lazily on my side of the bed coming up short when she lifted her head to look for herself.

I smiled as she turned around, feeling my presence. She groaned turning around fully and sitting up, gesturing for me to come back. The sheet fell on her bare lap, covering her member that I know was hard from the thin grey sheets. Her broad shoulders and chiseled abs looked hard to the touch but was surprisingly very comfortable.

When we lay together it was like my body fit hers. Every groove fit with her well. The saying nobody is perfect can't put a mark on her.

"Why can't I ever wake up to you?" She asked sleepily, her voice hoarse and deep with sleep and from our long sessions of groaning and moaning. I walked over to the bed crawling into her awaiting arms and straddling her.

"Good morning." I combed back her unruly bed hair. She sighed softly in content wrapping her arms around my back and leaning her head on my chest.

In bed she was a true beast, her inner nature came out to play but any other time she was this soft teddy bear that made me so infatuated, almost obsessed with her sweet nature. A true gentle woman.

Her breath slowed as her head became heavier on my chest. Slowly she fell back on the bed, pulling me with her and I buried my head in the crook of her neck.

The small irregular shapes she made on my back led me into a deep sleep with her halting my light kisses on her neck short.

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"You look good in my shirt." her voice woke me from my sleep, a long while later. She hovered above me, blocking the dim light that threatened to slip through the thick dark curtains. Smiling at me, her hands slipped up my thigh soothingly as she leaned her head on her arms.

"But I think I like you naked better." She said softly her fingers dancing up my inner thigh but never going all the way to my awaiting core.

"What time is it?" I asked as she leaned over to peck my lips, pulling my leg over her bare hips. She sighed into the kiss, the thin sheets stopping her from just sliding into me.

"The clock on the wall says 11 o'clock." She whispered, laying sweet kisses along my neck to collar bone. I hummed in response, the feeling of her hands and lips on me drawing my attention.

The calm rocking of the boat registered to me, when she began undoing the buttons slowly.

"Let's take a shower." I whispered, taking her mischievous hands and threading my fingers through hers. The sleepiness in her face and the messiness of the hair made her devilishly handsome face cute in a sense.