Lisa
Her mouth falls open. "What? No!" Her eyes look clear, and she isn't slurring her words, but that still doesn't explain her bizarre behaviour. Jennie presses her lips together, leans in, and drops her voice to a whisper as she explains, "I'm flirting."
"Don't do that."
The long eyelashes flutter when she blinks. "Why not?"
"If you want me, tell me."
Those luscious lips part, and she looks to be hunting for the words, and then she comes out with, in almost a sigh, "I want you."
"Tough."
Now she looks truly confused. "What?"
"I think you've forgotten who's in control here."
There's an itch under my skin, it's been brewing since the bonfire, brewing since we landed in Jeju. Brewing all my life, maybe, but when I sink my fingers into Jennie's hair and make her gasp, the clouds part and for a second my itch is satisfied. Her eyes go all doe-like, big, round, and innocent. It makes me rock hard and weak in the knees. She doesn't yank out of my rough grip on her hair; instead, she leans back into it.
"Is that what you want?" she asks, her voice a breathy whisper. "Control?"
There's nothing but glass doors between us and the wedding party. I guide Jennie against the counter and pin her there, blocking her from view with my body.
I lean in and murmur into her ear. "I want you, wet and desperate. Take off your panties. Now."
I watch her. The dim light brings out the green in her irises, and they shimmer like emeralds. Her gaze never leaves my own as she arches over. She reaches under her dress, and the fabric hisses as she rolls her panties off one leg, then the other. She holds them up to me, and I take them. The fabric is soft pink, cotton, and I can feel a small damp circle in the centre.
"Turn around." I order. "Put your hands behind your back."
She turns her back to me and does as I ask. I loop her wrists through the leg holes of her panties and tie them tightly so they're secure. I take Jennie by the hips and spin her around so she's facing me now. Her eyes are already half-lidded, and she's biting back an anticipatory grin.
Nothing makes my blood run hotter than that little smile on her face. I need to kiss it, so I do. Her mouth is warm, plump, ready, and her lips part easily to give me a taste.
"Spread your legs." I tell her, barely breaking the kiss.
Jennie plants her feet further apart. The fabric of her dress gathers around my wrist as I reach between her legs and pet her sex. She gasps the second I touch her and spreads herself a little more, wanting.
"You're soaking, Jennie." I glide my fingers between her nether lips and feel her molten heat. She's slick and drenches my fingers immediately.
"You have that effect on me." she moans.
"Show me what else I do to you." I draw my fingers up until I find that sweet, swollen button. She whimpers and jerks. Her shoulders stiffen, and I can tell she's trying to move her arms, but her wrists are stuck behind her back. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her supple skin peeking out from underneath her blouse.
She's come undone for me, and I love every second of it.
