The Whipping Turn

Paris - The morning after the night before

Jenna peeped her eyes open, it was light, or nearly, outside which highlighted, literally, the start of the awkward morning after.

Why had she stayed? Chastising herself, she assessed the situ.  On her back and very snuggled up to a hot, large and sleeping Jean who had a heavy arm over her chest, and thigh across hers, their legs all tangled. It would be impossible to extract from. Where was the other, Oliver? Looking over to her right, it was empty, Jenna wondering where he had gone.

Jean stirred and still with his eyes closed, he lazily drawled, "Oliver's an early riser. He'll be up with a coffee. Can take the boy out of the military...."

He left off, having made his point and pulled in closer, kissing the side of Jenna's neck and lazily rubbing his nose down to her shoulder.
"Mmm, you smell like...perfume and...and sleep...and sex."

It was impossible to resist, and Jenna turned on her side to face Jean, and nudged his head up, finding his mouth and kissing him slowly. Jean returned the kiss with a slow tongue, and finally opening his eyes as they pulled apart, to blink solemnly at her and then smile. His eyes twinkled when Jenna reached up and pushed her fingers through the thick waves of his hair causing him to almost stretch and purr into her hand, enjoying the attention.

"You like being touched," Jenna realised out loud, using her fingernails gently on Jean's head.

Eyes closed again but the smile grew under her administrations. "Mmmmm, that obvious, am I?"

Jean opened one mischievous eye, leaned in and took Jenna's mouth with his, stronger this time, exploring her mouth with his tongue. He rocked against her and instinctively, she lifted her leg over his hip and wrapped it around his back, pulling Jean closer and feeing him hard against her belly. Jean moaned into her mouth then and Jenna moved against him, a bit surprised at herself for the wanting.
Yeah, that initial awkwardness was gone.

Jean's arm ran down her back slowly and gently, then reached around, held her arse tight and pulled her even closer to him. He slowed his kisses and nibbled on her lower lip before shuffling down a bit, tugging her singlet down and lowering his mouth to her exposed nipple, sucking and nipping.

"Ohhh....shit." Jenna arched against him and Jean gripped her arse tighter, flicking his tongue over and over.

Jenna was grinding against him when he pulled off her breast, slightly moving back up to cup her cheek and place a chaste kiss on her lips.

She whimpered quietly and Jean smiled. "Mmm, I like those sounds."

He looked, right into her eyes, reading her while he dropped his hand and moved lower down her chest, over her tummy and stopped just as the tips of his fingers dipped into her knickers. His eyes were midnight black now, full of desire. Jenna returned his gaze, holding her breath, until Jean dipped his fingers further sliding into her wet slit. Then she felt her eyes flutter closed at the pleasure of his touch, her hips arching into Jean.

"Christ, you're soaked. Fuck... Jenna"

He ran his two fingers slowly up and down and then slipped them inside her body, rutting slightly against her as he did this.

Jenna moaned louder and Jean moved away fast. Pulling off her to reach to his bedside table, Jenna was struggling to work out what had happened when she heard a packet ripping.

Jean rose up, pushing Jenna gently to her back and removed her underwear, throwing them to a corner of the room. He smiled like a stalking cat, then crawled between her legs, nudging them apart with his knees.

"Wait, wait." Jenna grabbed Jean's arm and he stilled.

"What? You ok? Do you want to stop?"

"Yes, no, I mean what about Oliver? Won't he, I dunno?"