My Cold Wife

Part 44 - Where We Left Off(!)

Jennie's POV

My heart pounded with excitement as I undid another button, making sure just enough of my laced black bra peeked through to catch Y/N's attention. I leaned forward, letting my breasts perk up, giving her an irresistible view. The sound of Y/N's loud gulp echoed in the silent elevator, spurring me on.

I shifted slightly, my skirt riding up as I pretended to struggle with my heels. I could feel Y/N's eyes burning into my body, every movement I made drawing her deeper into my web. I smirked to myself, feeling a rush of triumph. This was working better than I had hoped.

Y/N,

I said, my voice low and breathy, 

Could you help me with my heels? They're really hard to remove.

Y/N nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation. 

Of course,

she replied, her voice a bit shaky as she reached forward.

But just as her hands were about to touch me, I pushed them away gently and leaned back, placing my legs on her lap. Her reaction was priceless; she gulped again, her eyes darting from my legs to my face, clearly taken aback by my sudden boldness.

As I placed my legs on Y/N's lap, I watched her smirk, her hands slowly inching toward my legs. The moment her fingers made contact with my skin, my body ignited with heat. Each touch sent electric currents through me, turning me on more than I expected. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones hitting me hard, making every sensation amplified.

I looked down at Y/N's hands as she carefully tried to remove my heels. Her touch was gentle yet deliberate, and everything she did was driving me wild. I couldn't help but smirk, feeling a thrill at the effect I was having on her.

Slowly, I moved my legs on her lap, feeling her warmth against my skin. Then, as my foot brushed against her cock, we both froze. The unexpected contact sent a jolt through us, and we stopped, unsure of what to do next.

I glanced up at Y/N, her eyes wide with surprise and something else—desire, maybe? My heart raced, and I felt a flush creep up my cheeks. This was uncharted territory, and the tension between us was palpable.

I decided to push Y/N's buttons, feeling emboldened by her earlier words and the tension between us. Slowly, deliberately, I moved my leg again, this time purposefully pressing against her cock. The reaction was immediate—Y/N's hands gripped my calves tightly, her eyes widening in surprise and desire.

Y/N looked at me with such intense hunger that it sent shivers down my spine. I knew those eyes well—they were the ones that could make my knees weak and my resolve crumble. I returned the look, giving her the smoldering gaze that I knew would push her over the edge, igniting the fire between us.

I barely had time to react before Y/N's strong arms were around me, lifting me off the ground as if I weighed nothing. My heart skipped a beat, and a surprised gasp escaped my lips. I glanced up, meeting Y/N's confident gaze, and felt a flush of heat rise to my cheeks. In a smooth, effortless motion, Y/N settled me onto her lap, her hands resting securely on my waist.

My breath hitched as I felt her cock pressing against my entrance, the thin barrier of our clothes doing little to dampen the intense sensation.

As I adjusted on Y/N's lap, the friction between us was electric, and we both moaned at the contact. The mere touch through our clothes was already driving us crazy. I could feel the heat pooling between my legs, my desire for Y/N growing stronger with every passing second. My thoughts raced—if it felt this intense with our clothes on, how explosive would it be if we stripped them away and let ourselves go completely?