Eyes Don't Lie ✩ Jenna Ortega (G!P)

CLXIV

| Y/N's POV |
warning: SMUT
(not proofread)

"Jenna!" I yelled when she threw me over her shoulder, carrying me to our house. Billie and Olivia were happily watching Juno, they wanted some practice for when they decided to get pregnant after being married, so we took the opportunity to have some wife-wife time together. 

Jenna gently threw me down on the bed, planting her hands on either side of my head. Her heavy eyes shifting between my eyes and lips. "Hello, my beautiful wife."

"Mmmm, hi." I giggled like a high school girl with a crush. Because that's how Jenna made me feel.

"I'll never get used to saying that." She husked, nuzzling her nose against my jaw.

"It's only been 4 hours."

"Still."

I snorted at Jenna's words. My arms wrapped around her neck, pulling her down against my body with force. Her strong arms held my waist up, securing me like a priceless gem. Those big, brown eyes staring into mine. This goddess above me was looking at me like I was the only beautiful thing in the entire world.

"I love you. So much. You don't even know."

"I have a feeling." I whispered to her, kissing her cheek. Jenna's hand traveled down my body, stopping at my hips. Her lips pressed against my neck, peppering kisses along it. "I love you too, by the way."

"Mhmmm." She hummed knowingly, letting the subtle ambience of our sweet love take over the reading of the room. Jenna's hands molded around my body, shaping me into a masterpiece work of art.

The kisses we shared, the way Jenna touched me, our foreheads pressed together, her body slotting perfectly with mine. Our love pouring into the actions we took, perfecting the craftsmanship of how we touched each other.

Her hand slowly found it's way to the zipper of my dress. I could feel her dragging it down with ease until it stopped. She slid the dress off my shoulders, leaving it be and pressing her lips to the skin of them.

I tugged on the tie she wore, pulling at it until the knot was loose. I tossed it away. Jenna trailed down to my chest, soft kisses decorating my collarbone. I gently grabbed the collar of her button up, pulling her down on me.

Jenna's body crashed onto mine, lips falling into place. We kissed until we were breathless, but even then, we didn't stop. The fire between us burned, my lungs inflamed from the lack of oxygen.

Inevitably, her suit was off. My dress was off. We laid in each other's arms, naked and vulnerable. The world shifted, creating a space where only Jenna and I existed. Everything outside of our little bubble faded into a black abyss, a warm light shining bright from our ambiance.

Jenna's lips dragged all along my body, never skipping a beat, never missing a spot of skin untouched. My hands connected with hers, intertwining our fingers in a way that our hearts were.

We were lost in the steady rhythm. Love filled the room, soft noises from Jenna's kisses, little sighs of contentment slipping past my lips. It couldn't get better than this.

Jenna found her way to my core. I was extremely wet for her. Everything she did aroused me in a way I couldn't put into words. She gave me a smile, eyes glistening with that burning question of consent.