MAYBE THIS TIME | JENLISA

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Cruise Day Four: Grand Turk

Jennie had paced back and forth in her suite for the past five minutes. She'd been anxiously awaiting Lisa's arrival since she'd woken up. Not that she'd slept well for the second night in a row, but last night had been different. She'd been too riled up and excited to sleep. And not just sexually excited, which she'd certainly been, and chose not to act on, but really excited, like the kind of excited a kid was on Christmas morning. Because making out with Lisa had felt like Christmas goddamn morning and she was dying to open her presents. And by presents she meant her legs, to let Lisa in. Which was all she'd been thinking about since she woke up. She needed to find a way to have sex with Lisa. Because she wanted to, and she needed to. And because Lisa made her feel like a little kid again, excited and happy and reborn.

A knock at the door halted her nineteenth lap. She had to stop herself from running to the door and yanking it open.

Lisa greeted her with a broad smile and an extravagant plate of cut fruit and berries. "Good morning."

"Indeed." Jennie stepped back, and Lisa stepped in.

Lisa closed the door behind herself while she balanced the fruit platter in one hand. She walked into the suite and deposited the platter on the desk next to Jennie's bed.

Jennie fidgeted with her fingers, hovering nearby but unsure of where they stood or what she was allowed to do. Because what she wanted to do involved being naked and that king-sized bed over there, but she had a feeling now wasn't the time.

Lisa gave her a knowing smile and walked over to her. "Come here."

Jennie slipped into her arms as easily as she breathed and accepted Lisa's kiss just as seamlessly. "Now that is a good morning."

"Wait until I wake you up with my tongue"—Lisa licked across her lips, clearly not talking about kissing her mouth—"because that will be a good morning."

Jennie was significantly more turned on than she'd been a minute ago. "Well, fuck."

Lisa laughed and kissed her again. "Mmm. I hope so."

Jennie stepped back and the back of her knee hit the bed. She pulled Lisa with her as she lowered herself down to the mattress. Lisa crawled over her as she scooted up the bed and she savored the feeling of Lisa's full weight draped across her body.

"Why should we wait until some yet-to-be-determined morning?"

Lisa moaned in her ear as Jennie palmed at her clothed breast and tugged at her uniform pants. She really needed Lisa out of these clothes to do all the things with her that she wanted. Jennie managed to unbutton the top of Lisa's slacks before Lisa's hand grasped her wrist and stopped her.

"Wait, Jennie."

Jennie whined as Lisa pinned her wrist above her head, reminiscent of last night, which did nothing to slow down her libido.

Lisa's hot mouth was on hers as she dominated her tongue, slowing Jennie's kissing down while Lisa moved against her body in an easy but unhurried rock. Jennie's unpinned hand scratched at Lisa's lower back but didn't wander like she wanted it to. Lisa had to set the pace here since Jennie clearly couldn't control herself around her.

Lisa rewarded her restraint with a harder, teasing body roll, and Jennie was deliciously uncomfortable again. "That's a good girl."

"I'm not feeling very good at the moment. And I'm not thinking very pure thoughts, either." Jennie closed her eyes and wrestled her hand free from Lisa's grasp to intertwine their fingers. Lisa pulled back from her lips and propped herself over her on her elbows.