Our Love (Jenlisa Adaptation)

I don't want to wait any longer

"No," Jennie cut her off abruptly, running her hands through her blond hair, her lips sliding over the velvet skin of her neck. Biting her earlobe, she whispered. "I don't want to wait any longer."

The words made desire flare as Jennie held a match in her teeth and ran its red tip over Lisa's sallow skin.

Don't want to wait any longer.

The fire of passion blazed between them, burning everything in its path. Jennie 's pitch-black eyes were full of sweet promises, a desire that made a tugging sensation in the pit of my stomach.

Don't want to wait any longer.

The stares and shy touches were gone, replaced by wet kisses, intermittent breathing, and burning hands. A hot wave of excitement swept over them to the tips of their fingers, to the trembling in their knees. Lisa, not recognizing her own voice, whispered:

" Yes," Jennie 's hot lips on her neck sent shivers down her spine. The blonde threw her head back, sucking in air with dry lips. "Yes," she said breathlessly. Grabbing the brunette by the shoulders, she gently pushed her away.

Their gazes met.

"I think we've waited long enough," Lisa whispered with a smile .

She stepped forward sharply, merging with Jennie again in a long kiss. The blonde's hands slid leisurely over the smooth skin, never missing a curve of the brunette's perfect body. Each touch elicited a slight shiver, a quiet suppressed moan. Reaching her hips, Lisa moved her hands upward again, to her waist. Fumbling with the lacy fabric of her bra, she heard Jennie sigh sharply. Resisting the temptation to have it all at once, the blonde only teasingly ran her fingers over the embossed fabric and continued her journey higher. Running her hands along her fragile collarbones, she found the unbuttoned hem of her gray blouse. Breaking the kiss and pulling back a little, Lisa slowly pulled the blouse down, watching as the light fabric slid off her shoulders, falling down the brunette's arms to the floor.

Jennie at that moment was scrutinizing Lisa's facial expression. Her emerald eyes were admiring her arms, her shoulders, her torso. Lisa was in no hurry to remove her bra. On the contrary, her movements were slow, her touches gentle, exciting. The brunette's heart clenched in her chest when Lisa's fingertips touched her stomach, her muscles tensed reflexively.

"Jennie , you're so, uh..."

Lisa looked up, straight into her eyes. Jennie was ready to drown in those green pools, to fall headlong into them. The blonde swallowed, gathering her thoughts. When she opened her mouth again to finish her sentence, Jennie was ready to hear <sexy> or <beautiful> as she'd been told so many times before, but Lisa shook her to the core with her next confession:

"You're everything to me."

The sincerity in Lisa's voice made Jennie 's heart ache, a lump formed in her throat, and the words froze on the tip of her tongue. Her heavy breathing turned into a guttural moan. Clutching at her black tank top, she pulled the blonde to her with force, pressing a demanding, greedy kiss to her lips. Wanting to get rid of the damn tank top faster, Jennie tugged the fabric upwards sharply, almost ripping it open. Pulling it off, she tossed the tank top aside and slid her hands down to the waistband of Lisa's jeans. At the demanding touch on her lower abdomen, Lisa moaned hoarsely, thrusting forward, which was rewarded with an approving murmur from Jennie . Managing the button, her fingers quickly undid the pliable zipper. The blonde wanted to help pull her jeans off, but Jennie bit her bottom lip, holding her in place. Sliding them down her thighs, the brunette let the jeans themselves slide down to her ankles. Wanting to get rid of them completely, Manobal took a step, but when she got tangled up, she lost her balance and collapsed backwards. Jennie tried to keep her balance but couldn't hold on and landed on top of the girl with a shriek. Landing with a muffled groan on her back, Lisa opened her arms in time to catch the brunette.