so, do we like each other or not? // JENLISA

Chapter 19

It was an ache between Lisa's legs that woke her up. She forced open one eye and took a moment to remember exactly where she was – the blackout curtains were coating the room in a sepia filter, and for a few seconds she couldn't tell whether she was back in the hotel room in London or not.

But she couldn't be, because there she'd been cold and today she was burning hot. The throbbing between her legs intensified, and when she shifted position she realised there was an arm wrapped around her waist and a body pressed up against her back.

She froze. At some point during the night Jennie’s hand had slipped under her shirt, and now it was resting just below her breasts. The side of her thumb was grazing gently over her skin. Lisa's heart thumped beneath her fingers, obviously having woken up long before the rest of her had.

She had no idea if Jennie was awake or not, since she didn't exactly strike Lisa as the sleepy-morning-cuddles type. She wasn't making any noise, and Lisa could feel her steady breathing against her shoulder – maybe she was only having a dream, and when she woke up she'd be just as flustered as Lisa was.

But then her hand flattened against Lisa's sternum, tugging her closer. Lisa let herself be eased backwards, breathing hard when she felt Jennie’s breasts crushing against her shoulder blades. For a moment, nothing else happened. Then Lisa felt the slow, determined roll of Jennie’s pelvis against her ass.

As Jennie ground herself forward, her hand finally reached round and cupped Lisa's breast. Lisa gasped into her pillow, feeling her hips automatically thrust backwards. Her blood went hot and started to surge through her veins, pushing along like frosting from a piping bag, and Jennie ground against her once more, her mouth pressed hotly against the fabric of Lisa's shirt. Her fingers sought out Lisa's nipple and gradually pinched. Lisa groaned, her heart pounding, wishing she had something to cling onto.

It was only when Jennie’s hand slid downwards and below the waistband of her panties that Lisa finally accepted she must be awake. She moaned slightly louder as Jennie’s fingers grazed over her skin, and when Jennie cupped her pussy, Lisa wriggled hard against her touch.

Jennie ghosted her mouth over the back of Lisa’s neck as she fingered her, letting her teeth dig gently into her skin. That only pushed Lisa along faster, her hips rolling urgently against her probing fingers. Any time they slipped inside her she whimpered and eventually, as her muscles started to go rigid with frustration and need, she reached down to grab hold of Jennie’s wrist and force her hand further into her panties. She felt a breath of air against her neck and she knew Jennie was laughing, so enjoying the frantic writhing of Lisa's body against hers.

When she came, Lisa buried her face in her pillow to smother her own cries. Jennie ground harder against her ass, drawing out every last scrap of Lisa's climax before she finally pulled her hand free.

Lisa flipped over at once, not pausing to take in Jennie’s self-satisfied smile before she kissed it off of her, her hands reaching up to grab hold of the back of her neck. Jennie clung onto her waist, pulling their bodies so close together that their legs tangled and their chests crushed against one another.

Lisa's hand dropped between them and tugged Jennie’s nightdress out of her way. The second her fingers slipped beneath her panties, she moaned, every one of her muscles tightening when she realised how soaked Jennie was.

She pushed two fingers inside her and shivered at the noise Jennie made. She had fallen back into the pillows, allowing Lisa to pin her down against them, and she spread her legs as far as they would go in order to let Lisa in closer.