MAYBE THIS TIME | JENLISA

12

"I'd love to." Jennie barely got the words out before Lisa guided her off the dance floor through the crowd of onlookers she hadn't realized had formed. Catcalls and cheers followed them as Lisa maneuvered them out the side door of the Lido deck to the shuffleboard area outside.

Several women were drinking and laughing as they pushed the weighted disks along the painted board on the deck, but Jennie was too distracted to notice much else. The insistence of Lisa's hand in hers, pulling her along, was all she could focus on.

Lisa slowed her pace and Jennie bumped into her back. "You still with me?" Lisa asked over her shoulder without looking back.

"You've got me by the hand, Lisa." And the clit, she thought, but she kept that to herself.

"Good." Lisa squeezed her fingers and opened a door that Jennie hadn't noticed. She looked at her with an intensity that made Jennie shiver. "Just a little farther, I promise."

"Until what?" Jennie didn't much care where they were going as long as they were going together, and Lisa kept that hungry look on her face the whole time.

Lisa led her into a small stairwell and up two flights before she opened another door that Jennie barely registered. They stepped out onto a small expanse of deck. It was empty and darker than the other deck spaces she'd been on, largely due to the enormous lifeboats suspended above them.

"Until I can get you alone." Lisa stopped and turned, fully facing Jennie for the first time since they were dancing. She looked incredible, her eyes bright and intense while her long hair cascaded down her shoulders.

"And what will you do with me then?" Jennie reached out and delicately fingered the intricate half braid that ran along the crown of Lisa's head, sweeping the shorter front pieces into an elegant part. Her hair looked so beautiful in the mix of moonlight and shadow cast around them, she almost didn't want to touch it. Almost.

Lisa took both of Jennie's hands in hers and laced their fingers together as she guided her backward. She eased her against the cold wall of the ship, between two jut-outs that provided them with a little privacy, and pressed up against her as she whispered, "Whatever you'll let me do."

Jennie's breath caught at Lisa's words and the feeling of her body against hers, and her last coherent thought voiced itself. "What about the cameras?"

Lisa pinned their entwined hands above Jennie's head to the wall behind her, and she leaned in, nuzzling Jennie's jaw before ghosting her lips across the skin of Jennie's cheek. "There are no cameras here. Security flaw. Whoops."

Jennie squeezed Lisa's fingers in hers as Lisa's lips made contact with the skin on her neck. She panted, "A happy accident."

"I'll say." Lisa's lips moved up her neck and closed around her earlobe.

Jennie's body quaked in response to the feeling of Lisa's tongue and lips sucking the flesh there. "Lis, I—"

"Mmm?" The vibration against the soft skin under her jaw made the steadily increasing pressure between her hips spike.

Jennie turned her head, catching the blown pupils of Lisa's eyes watching her closely. She tugged one hand out of Lisa's grasp and cupped Lisa's jaw, running her thumb over Lisa's deliciously plump bottom lip.

Lisa shifted against her and released her other hand, guiding it around her neck as she leaned in closer still, lips brushing against Jennie's. Lisa was driving her crazy.

Jennie rolled her hips against Lisa's in a desperate attempt to expel some of the sexual energy flooding through her in that moment. Lisa's moan in response was amplified by the sensation of her wetting her lips against Jennie's, and that was all Jennie could take. She closed the distance between them, and her body ignited in sparks as Lisa kissed her with a passion she hadn't experienced before. Want and need fought for dominance as Lisa's mouth opened and her tongue teased along Jennie's lips. She couldn't take Lisa's tongue in fast enough or deep enough, it seemed.