MMH(Jenlisa Adaptation)

Part 11

"What time are you picking up Wo Jin?" Jennie moaned breathily as she straddled Lisa's lap, the blonde unbuttoning her blouse with an agonizingly slow pace, pressing hot kisses along each inch of new revealed flesh.

Lisa licked a line up from between the valley of Jennie's breasts to just under her chin and sucked. She released the skin with a pop when Jennie dug her nails into Lisa's shoulders. "He's helping Hoony for another hour."

Jennie leaned back with a grin, her shirt open revealing a red lacy bra with Lisa's own shirt hanging off a shoulder. Her fingers travelled lazily down Lisa's front until they came to rest at the clasp of her jeans. She bit her lip in anticipation, her heart beating rapidly under the flimsy lace material as she watched Lisa's eyes darken, the blonde's desire evident even without the marks that frequently adorned her neck. Keeping her eyes trained on the deep green ones just below her, she popped the clasp and lowered her face toward Lisa's. "Would you like to come upstairs?"

Lisa's eyes fluttered shut, gasping breathily when Jennie rolled her hips over Lisa's pelvis. Her hands shot out to Jennie's waist, either to stop or aid the brunette in her roving, she wasn't sure. What she was certain about, however, she voiced with unrestrained tension in her throat. "I don't think I can make it up there."

Jennie rocked her hips over Lisa's again, and then once more when Lisa helped move her more languidly right over her mound. They both shuddered at the contact. With deft fingers, she eased Lisa's zipper down, keeping the palm of her hand over Lisa's core as she rocked into her. "Then I suppose we better stay here."

Lisa didn't need to voice her agreement. Instead she thrust her head forehead and captured Jennie's bruised lips with her own, her teeth nibbling softly on the plump bottom lip before her tongue dived into Jennie's mouth, teasing the moans out of the brunette.

The shock of the force made Jennie lose her balance and fall forward, her hands stopping from a complete crash when they landed on her couch, one on either side of Lisa's head with Lisa's hands roaming tightly up and down her back. She broke the kiss, panting hotly into Lisa's ear as the blonde peppered kisses along her jaw, her ear, the column of her neck. Jennie couldn't stop her hips from rocking even if she wanted to, and she sure as hell didn't want to. Another moan escaped her lips when Lisa moved her lips from Jennie's neck down to her collarbone and lower still.

Her chest rose and fell with how heavily she was breathing when Lisa pulled back slightly, her eyes glancing up toward Jennie before falling back down to her bra-clad chest. Jennie grinned and leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss that contrasted greatly against their rapidly beating hearts and throbbing desires before grabbing Lisa's hands and moving them under her shirt to the clasp of her bra.

Not completely obtuse, Lisa worked quickly to release the clasp, shrug off Jennie's blouse and tug down the red lace to reveal the small rounded breasts and pert brown nipples she had gawked at since the first time they met. She wasted no time to bring a nipple into her mouth, and Jennie wasted no time with letting her satisfaction be moan with a whimpered groan and pulling Lisa's fiercely clutched head to her chest.

Jennie's mind was clouded with Lisa's mouth on her, but she fought through the haze, placing kisses all over the top of Lisa's head as the blonde continued to lap at her chest. Jennie's hand snaked out of Lisa's hair, traveling down her front to bring Lisa's own breast into her hand and massaged it through the fabric of her shirt and bra. Giving it another squeeze, Jennie released her breast and travelled down to Lisa's open jeans, sneaking a hand into the fabric.

"God," Lisa moaned, pulling back from Jennie's chest.

Jennie simply pressed the heel of her hand to the dampest part of Lisa's panties and rocked against it.