Chapter 37
Jennie
I could feel hands spanned across my thighs. Feel the brush of someone's tongue between my legs. It was the most realistic dream I've ever had. I could feel someone sucking on my clit, their lips harsh and greedy as they ravenously devoured me. It was euphoric.
My nipples were tight and perky, and I couldn't help but move my hands in my sleep-like state as I played with them. My hips moved off the bed in erratic waves as I felt my orgasm fast approaching. I haven't had a dream like this in a while.
Lisa keeps me more than satisfied, yet the person I imagined in my head was Lisa. I moaned her name, over and over again.
"Fuck, even when you're sleeping, your body knows who you belong to."
Her voice had my eyes flying open to see that it was real. She was buried between my legs, her mouth wet as she licked her lips when she saw me wake up. Two fingers pushed in and out of me and I was so wet, it was almost embarrassing to hear it. I rode her face eagerly, and zealously, needing to get off. One of my hands trailed down to her head. I yanked on her hair and pushed her even closer to me.
"I used to dream of you like this every night. Touching me, kissing me, eating me." I whimpered, "I'd wake up so wet, so turned on, and all I had to do to get off was imagine your face, your voice. And I'd soak the sheets every fucking time."
"Fuck." She cursed, her mouth still at my pussy. "You filthy fucking girl." Her fingers went at a faster pace and her mouth was merciless as it nipped and tugged my clit while her tongue lapped up every bit of wetness that dripped out of me.
"Cum on my face, Jennie. Soak my face like you used to soak those sheets." My body bowed once the command left her lips. On cue. As if she controlled my body. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears, and my body shaking off the bed. Her hands kept my thighs pinned down as my orgasm ran me the fuck over. My orgasm was as savage and as brutal as the
person between my legs. It knocked me out, leaving me breathless and questioning my entire existence.
I shouted as I could feel myself coming and her mouth still there, open and awaiting with zest. Her tongue licked all over, not missing a single fucking drop as if she was starved for me. Her hands lessened their hold on my thighs, yet I could still feel the tremors raking through my body. I felt my body go slack with a sigh as Lisa made her way back up to me. She kissed my lips, her hand holding my face while doing so.
"Happy birthday, thīr̀ ạk."
I smiled as she pulled away from me. I looked into her eyes and my smile grew. God, I was so in love with her.
"Thank you."
She smirked, as she cocked her head. "For the orgasm or for remembering?"
"Both." I grinned and she shook her head as she rolled off of me. "Shower. Breakfast. Then we're heading out."
After being woken up with Lisa's face between my legs to a shattering
orgasm, we showered together. She took her time, lathering me up, massaging me, as she kissed and handled every inch of me with care. We got dressed together, brushed our hair together, and it was like we were attached with glue or something because we even went down the stairs holding hands. I enjoyed the closeness, the intimacy, and the sweet touches that never left as we sat to have breakfast together. Clarissa had made every breakfast known to man and the spread was huge.
"Are you going to keep staring at me like this all day?" I asked with a raised brow as I snacked on the fruit plate in front of me.
"It is your birthday, and I took the entire day off to celebrate you, so what do you think?"
"I think this is already the best birthday and we haven't even done anything yet." I smiled.
"Eat, thīr̀ ạk, you're going to need the energy. We have a long day ahead of us."
I finished my fruit plate, a cup of coffee, and some pancakes, while Lisa just watched me the entire time. Her eyes didn't stray from me once, as if afraid if she'd blink, I'd disappear. She sipped on her coffee, munched on a croissant, and then I was swept away by Lisa as she walked me to her car
outside. Hoony opened my door while Jackson whispered something in Lisa's ear.
"Where are we going?" I asked as Jackson drove us out of the driveway.
"You want to try taking a guess?" Lisa suggested as she dug into her pockets for a cigarette. She offered me one, but I shook my head.
"I can't guess. Your level of gifts is not going to be on the same level as mine."
She cocked a brow. "I guess you'll just have to wait and see then."
I leaned against her and wrapped my hand around her bicep. She cracked the window open as she smoked, while the other one rested around my waist, on my hip. Lisa had smoked two cigarettes while in the car, and I love the smell it lingered on her clothes. I found myself snuggling even closer to her so that I could smell her. The drive wasn't long, but it wasn't short either. I looked outside Lisa's window to see a plane. Just one plane. With two other cars and some of her security.
Jackson parked the car and Hoony came round to open the door for us. With Lisa's hand clasped in mine, I looked at her confused as she walked us toward the plane.
"You better not tell me that plane is mine, I think I'll have a heart attack."
"Don't say that." She snapped. "Second of all, it is ours. You can use it whenever you'd like, of course." She said casually, as we walked down the little red carpet that led up the stairs of the plane.
Jackson boarded with us while Hoony stayed back. The inside of this plane was fucking amazing. I mean it was like every first class on a plane but on steroids. Classy, elegant, and of course expensive. Grey plush seats. Champagne. Privacy. It was just Lisa and I. Jackson stayed with the pilot after he came and greeted us. The one stewardess who did work on the plane served us some champagne, and then disappeared in the back.
"Can you give me a hint?" I asked.
"All I can tell you is that we're flying across the world."
"I've never in my life left Seoul for a holiday after my dad had his heart
attack . Where are you taking me?"
"Jennie, if I tell you, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?"
"If you start to feel sick or tired, tell me. I have something that can help
you fall asleep and ease your stomach. Okay, thīr̀ ạk?" "Okay." I kissed her cheek, and we downed our champagne.
