Nerdgasm | Chaennie

Chapter 7: Own Melody

ROSÈ

My pulse pounds loudly in my ears as the blood rushes through my veins like a tsunami. Any remaining blood is at risk of quickly traveling south when Jennie continues to press closer to me, invading my space with her sweet scent.

"Your body," she finally clarifies when she makes contact, "is ridiculous." I can feel the heat from this point of contact through my clothing, and I have to start thinking of homeless orphans, poverty, and wrinkly penises to stop myself from getting hard when her fingers drag a slow, purposeful path from shoulder to shoulder and down the center of my chest and stomach. "Ridiculous in the best possible way." Her words come out as an almost inaudible whisper, but my straining ears pick them up as clearly as if she were yelling. The inquisitive pressure of her fingers stops when she hits my belly button, and she retraces her path back up to the base of my throat before finally pulling away. "I should've guessed you were a swimmer as soon as I saw your shoulders."

I don't know how I manage it, but words tumble past my lips. "So you're only going out with me for my body?" I quip, and it's an utter miracle I don't stutter.

I was already struggling for breath when she was touching me, but that and all coherent thought effectively leaves me when she gives me an unabashedly sexy smile that still manages to come off as shy. For the first time ever, a girl is looking at me with unmasked desire, and I'm not sure what to do. I don't have a second to even think of what I should do because Jenne answers me.

"Of course not. Your body comes in fourth place when it comes to things I really like about you."

"Only f-fourth?" My voice is filled with mock incredulity. "Should I be offended?"

She's still right in front of me, and although we're no longer touching, our heads are angled so close together I can see the toffee-colored flecks in her dark brown eyes.

"Not at all," she breathes in a low voice, her tone serious. "First, I like your personality." She places her hand over my heart before moving it to the top of my head, where she lightly rakes her fingers through my hair. Jennie is really touchy, not that I'm complaining; I'm starting to crave her touch more than the next Marvel or DC movie. "Second, I like this smart brain of yours. Third," she whispers, and I pitch my head farther down in an effort to hear her better. "I really, really like your eyes and lips."

"My l-lips?" My cheeks flush in pleasure and embarrassment, and my heart kicks violently when her fingers move to my mouth.

I realize keeping my hard-on at bay is futile when she lightly scrapes her nail along my lower lip, and all this talk of lips has my eyes zeroing in on hers. They're full and a pale coral-pink, and any blood left in my brain travels below my belt when I see her pink tongue peek out and slowly lick them. I'm almost painfully hard at this point, and I really want to kiss her.

"Th-thank you, Jennie."

"Mmhmm." Her voice sounds drowsy, and she's still flickering her eyes between my eyes and my mouth. "Rosé?"

"Mmhmm?"

She finally drags her eyes up to mine. "I'd really like you to kiss me now, please."

Instead of answering her with words, I reach up and gently cup her jaw with both hands, my thumbs tracing the plump outline of her lips as I lean down. I move toward her slowly, my breath ghosting over her parted mouth. Time has slowed, and the thump-thump-thump of my heart is like a steady drumbeat as I move closer until my lips finally touch hers.

Although adrenaline spikes through my body at the contact, I'm gentle as I taste her, taking my time like Lisa advised. I've never been as physically aware of someone as I am with Jennie, and it feels as if my senses have been heightened as I'm flooded with sensation.