Breathless, Jennie pull back, feeling drunk on Jisoo.
"Oh, wow."
Her fingers touch her lips. She can still feel Jisoo there, like an echo on her skin.
A chaotic, fluttery feeling settles deep in her belly, sinking down into her bones until it saturates her. It's nice at first—kind of bubbly, kind of warm—but then the feeling detonates, multiplying inside her at an alarming rate until she's standing there, obliterated.
That has to be that elusive "spark" everyone keeps raving about. To Jennie, it feels more like napalm.
Her eyes are glued to Jisoo's lips, watching them curve into a cocky tilt.
"It's Jisoo, actually, but I'll answer to 'Wow." Leaning in, she kisses down Jennie's jaw and then nips at the area just under her ear. "Or 'Fuck' if you give me a minute."
"I'll give you all the minutes." Clutching Jisoo's shirt in her fists, Jennie pull her back for another kiss.
With every sweep of Jisoo's tongue and brush of her lips, Jennie feel herself falling further down the rabbit hole. It'll probably hurt like hell when she finally land, but right now, she's so drunk on that woman and what Jisoo makes her feel that she can't bring herself to care.
That, or maybe she's just drunk.
She's worried her nerves will get the best of her if they drive all the way back to her place or Jisoo's, and she'll end up chickening out. Jennie don't want to, though. She want to do dirty, filthy things to that woman, so she need to act fast, while she still have some liquid courage flowing through her.
Pulling back, Jennie lick her lips. Jisoo tastes like the perfect combination of bad decisions and a good time.
The hallway's starting to tilt and Jennie feel a bit light-headed. "You really want to find out how far my blush spreads? Let's do it. Right here, right now."
Jisoo doesn't waste any time. Her lips crash into Jennie in a rough kiss and Jennie swallow Jisoo's groan, tangling her fingers in the woman's hair. Jisoo's hands cup Jennie's ass, lifting her with ease, and her legs wrap around Jisoo's waist as she carries her back into the bathroom.
Setting Jennie down on the counter, Jisoo fists the sides of Jennie's dress, pressing into her. Jennie's breath catches when she feel just how hard Jisoo is.
Oh my god, this is really happening.
Jennie's heart beats faster with every passing second. She can't believe she's doing that, but at the same time, she have no intention of stopping.
Desperate to feel more of Jisoo, Jennie slip her hands up Jisoo's shirt, running her fingers over the tightest abs she ever felt. The hard ridges are hot to the touch and automatically flex under her. It makes her pussy clenching in response as a soft moan slips from the back of her throat.
Jennie sound like a total sex kitten, and she don't even care.
Jisoo needs to get those clothes off before Jennie rip them off.
Jisoo pulls back, breathing heavily. Her mouth hitches up into a cocky grin. "You like that?"
Without thinking, Jennie nod and reach for Jisoo's belt buckle. "Can I see it?"
Jisoo covers the fly of her jeans as the rest of her mouth splits into that stupid, sexy smirk. "See what?"
Heat blooms across Jennie's face. That bastard wants to hear her say the words. She's about as good at talking dirty as she is at theoretical physics.
"You know, it." She practically whisper. She gesture to the tent in Jisoo's pants, getting frustrated. "Your..penis."
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what she like to call the fine art of seduction.
God, she's so smooth. Penis? Really? Who says that outside of a doctor's office?
Instead of laughing at her like she should, Jisoo leans in and kisses Jennie again. When she pulls back, both breathing fast.
"You have no idea how much I want your hands on me, but it's got to wait. My cock's a selfish bastard and once you pull her out, it's all I can think with. I want to take my time with this. I want to play with you first. I want to get you so worked up that you're begging for it."
Jennie's eyelids squeeze shut at the mental picture Jisoo just painted.
Jisoo wants her to beg?She can beg.
I can totally beg.
Jisoo trails kisses along her jaw, then down her neck. "Tell me, Princess, how do you like to be fucked? Hard and rough? Or soft and slow?"
Why does she keep calling me that?
The thought's lost as soon as she feel Jisoo's hand brush her inner thigh.
Jennie's heart pounds as she swallow. "I-I don't know. I've never done anything Iike this before."
"Like what?" Jennie feel Jisoo's breath fan her skin before the woman kisses her pulse point. "Fuck?"
Jisoo's fingers move up the inside of Jennie's leg, grazing her in strokes so soft Jennie almost think she's imagining it. It's almost impossible to think while Jisoo doing that. It's like Jennie's brain is short-circuiting.
She somehow manage to shake her head. Awkward fumbling in the dark doesn't count as fucking, at least not in the sense Jisoo probably means.
And I really want her to show me what she means.
Explicitly. Repeatedly.
"I've only been with two date, and we definitely never fucked." She swallow, trying to think past the fact that Jisoo's hand just slipped underneath her dress. "I'm—"
Her breath tangles as Jisoo's fingers slide through her folds with such ease, it's a little embarrassing. Jennie don't think she's ever been that wet before.
"I'ma good girl," She squeak, biting her lip to keep from moaning.
Jisoo settles on Jennie's clit, rubbing circles on her sensitive skin. Each pass is slow and measured, yet sends shockwaves through her. Jennie's hands fist Jisoo's shirt as she close her eyes, her mouth dropping open in a mixture of shock, awe, and ecstasy.
"I hate to break it to you, Princess, but good girls wear panties. And they definitely wouldn't let a strange woman slip her hand between their legs in public."
Are we in public?
Jennie look over Jisoo's shoulder, seeing the wide-open bathroom door. Music drifts in, louder than ever, and reminds her of the hundred or so people just down the hall.
Any one of them could walk by and see Jisoo's hand up her skirt. That should scare her into looking for someplace more private, but instead it's oddly exhilarating. It's a bit dangerous.
A bit risky.
I kind of like it.
Jisoo's nose grazes her ear as the heart shaped lips brush her jaw. "Does that get you hot? Thinking that anyone could walk by and see us? Is that why your pussy's dripping wet right now?" Proving her point, she glides a finger inside Jennie so easily it's like a hot knife cutting through soft butter.
Jennie's nails dig into Jisoo's skin as the woman's palm grinds against her clit. "Fuck." Starbursts flicker and fade behind her tightly shut eyelids like fireworks in the dark.
"In time, Princess." Jisoo laughs into her neck, her breath hot on Jennie's skin as the low rumble reverberates through her. Jennie's nipples are instantly hard as goosebumps sprout along every inch of her body. "So being watched gets you hot, huh? I didn't peg you for such a little exhibitionist."
I didn't either
Jisoo nips the column of Jennie's throat before slipping her fingers from Jennie and pulling back. "Get your phone out."
Between the drinks she had earlier and the way Jisoo's touch scrambles her brain, Jennie having a hard time thinking straight. "Why?"
Does she want to give me her number? Because that can wait. We're ten seconds to liftoff here. Ain't nobody got time for that.
There's a mischievous glint in Jisoo's eyes as her grin spreads. "We're gonna make ourselves a little sex tape."
