Falling for the Matchmaker [ Chaennie ]

Chapter 21 : Jennie

Jennie

I sense the second the kiss changes. It goes from sweet to something way more intense. I'm hyper aware of everything. Even the lace of my bra feels heavy and abrasive against the peaks of my over sensitive nipples. I'm so wet that I've beyond soaked the lace panties I have on and now my jeans are damp. We both go for my jeans, our hands flying everywhere, stripping away clothes. My whole body feels like it could literally go up in flames without any provocation. I'm so turned on from going down on Roseanne that I think that all it would take is just the right amount of pressure in the right place and I'd be able to come.

Roseanne rolls me over. She kneels on the bed and tears my jeans away. Her breath all rushes out when she leans back on her heels and stares at me. I never wear a matching bra and panties set. Never. Lace is something I reserve for special occasions. Roseanne was embarrassed about her plain bra and her everyday panties, but usually that's exactly what I have on too. I might have dressed up just a little for this. I sit up and tug Roseanne down to me because I really can't take it anymore and I know that I'm always the one saying I want to take my time and take things slow, but not right now. Right now, I need her. I need her on top of me. I need her riding my face. I need her lips on my mouth, her tongue in my mouth. I need the friction, I need the contact. I need all of her. She blisters my mouth with a furious kiss that only intensifies the throbbing.

She hasn't touched me yet, like she's waiting for me to give my permission. Or maybe she's waiting for me to tell her what I like. What I like is all of her. Everything. Everywhere. There's absolutely nothing that I don't want her to do. Maybe she's not waiting for me to tell her anything. Maybe she's waiting for me to ask her. The thought of begging her, of taking commands, of doing something a little bit...less than vanilla, sends a rocket of heat straight to my core. Roseanne's knee parts my legs and I arch up, rocking against her instinctively. My body knows what it wants. She's giving it to me, little by little.

"Roseanne," I groan into her mouth. "Rosie...please...God...Just...please..."

Roseanne braces herself with one arm and with the other, she reaches between us. She sweeps her fingers over the sodden lace, then sweeps it aside. Her skin against my skin. Her fingers against my core. I'm so wet that I can hear her touching me. I'm not mortified or shy. I'm way too far gone for that. I don't hesitate. I buck into her touch, wanting more of it. I don't think I've ever felt pain and pleasure this mixed up together. It's mostly pain, awaiting the pleasure. I can't remember the last time I ever ached so badly. Roseanne kisses me like we're never going to get another chance. Her mouth is delicious. Leading. Teaching. Mind- blowing. Just kissing her makes me want to orgasm. I can already feel the shivery tension building in my thighs and the coiling starting to tighten to the point of snapping just about everywhere else. My nipples are so hard they could give diamonds a run for their money when it comes to cutting things. Roseanne writhes against me. My hips buck to meet hers. The friction makes me nearly delirious. I love grinding against her. Her knee. Her hip. Her pelvis. God, it doesn't really matter. And then suddenly, her fingers are back, pushing my panties aside and running over all my sensitive areas. Her thumb massages slowly over my clit, soaking wet with my arousal, and my back arches off the bed. I wrap my hands in Roseanne's hair and plunge my tongue into her mouth, whimpering wildly at the contact.

"Do you want me inside you?" Roseanne tears away and pants by my ear.

"Yes!" I roll my hips into her hands like an exclamation point. "God, yes."

"What if I...what if I don't know how to do it right?"

"You'll know how. Just touch my anywhere. In any way. I promise that right now, you can't touch me wrong."

I drag Roseanne's face back to mine and she kisses me with renewed vigor now that we have renewed oxygen. We don't come up for breath. I wish I could stay right here and kiss her for the rest of my life. If I could do this every day, all day, I think that would be a pretty great way to live. Roseanne's fingers caress me. Learning me. Memorizing me. Driving me to insanity. She skims over my clit again and jarring shards of pleasure go ripping through me. She soaks her fingers in my arousal before I finally feel her there. She pauses before she pushes two inside, like I did to her. Her fingers are slim, but even so, the sensation of being full is new and it just about sends me over the edge. I barely hang on, but only because she drags her fingers out and slowly pushes back in, torturing me.