Precious Things || Jensoo

Chapter 36

Chapter Thirty-Six

Her lips are so fucking soft. She pulls me in for the most gentle kiss ever, rubbing her lips across mine as her hand cups my cheek.

This time I have the sense to respond, leaning in and rubbing back. When her lips part and her tongue sneaks out to taste me, I gasp. It opens me to her, and I feel her tongue languidly flick in.

Heat is pooling in me, like I've never felt before. My head is on fire. My body is on fire. Jennie is kissing me and there is nothing else like it.

I open my mouth and slant it across hers, my tongue coming out, matching her movements. The taste of her, combined with her lipgloss, is enough to make me dizzy. Then we collide, gently, just the tips of our tongues, but it's enough to make her moan.

She moans.

She moans into my mouth.

The flames leap higher.

If she kisses me like this for too much longer, I'm going to pass out, I swear.

And eventually she decides we need air and we part. Not too far, just enough that our foreheads are pressed against each other and our noses are rubbing again. I like that. I must be blushing because I feel so damn warm in the face.

"Damn," she whispers.

I pull back, worried. "What?" Oh my God. Did I do that wrong? Am I a bad kisser? I'm only new!

I fumble for the right words to apologise, to assure her I'll get better, when she says, "That was... wow."

"Oh..." I smile shyly again, blushing and unable to look her in the eye. "Yeah."

She chuckles, pulling my chin around and ducking in for a firm, but brief kiss. "You're so damn cute when you blush."

That just makes me blush harder.

I want to speak, but I still can't find any words. So I do the next best thing: I duck my head in and kiss her.

Again, our mouths fuse. Again, our lips tangle, then our tongues tangle, and it makes me moan this time. It's hot, it's wet and it's oh so fucking good. When my moan vibrates against her mouth she snakes her tongue out to trace my top lip.

Things tug where things have never tugged before.

I pull back, startled... panting.

She looks at me, her eyes darker than ever before.

It's been six months. Six months since our first kiss and I've spent a lot of time imagining what the second one could possibly be like. Or the third.

Never in my entire bank of dreams did I think it could make me feel like this.

Kissing her is addictive. The last one became too much and I had to pull away. Within seconds of doing so, I wanted to be right back there, kissing her again.

She leans forward, snaring my lips and kissing me. The third kiss. It melds into the fourth, and the fifth, until I realise that we've both shifted. We're pressed uncomfortably against each other, Jennie's arm around my shoulder. Our mouths are barely ever more than a few inches apart before one of us decides we should be kissing again.

When we finally do break away, it's because she's hurting. Her body doesn't like the position she's in, and frankly, neither does mine. I didn't want to stop kissing her long enough to complain, though.

I don't want to stop kissing her long enough to think.

Then I might have to think about where this could lead.