Precious Things || Jensoo

Chapter 39

Chapter Thirty-Nine

It turns out that Hyorin might have fudged the time of the barbeque. It might be starting about three hours later than she told my grandfather. She might have also exaggerated the extent of the invitation. It's pretty much just the Kim family and me at the barbeque.

That's fine by me. All I wanted to do was spend time with Jennie anyway. And I get to spend the night.

Of course, I'm suspecting it might have looked a little bit dodgy when the first thing Jennie did was to grab my hand and drag me upstairs to her room.

Then I stopped caring how it might look pretty much instantly because she was kissing me. Kissing me hard. Kissing me in that wet, oh-so-good, 'Fuck, take me now' kind of way and I'm not the sort of girl who thinks things like that.

But it's hard not to think like that when her mouth is on mine and she's pulling me back towards the bed. I go with her, tangling my hand in her hair and kissing back. I never want to stop doing this. Ever.

When we get to the bed, she falls backwards and pulls me on top of her. This is a first.

I'm stretched out on top off her, and I can feel her whole body beneath mine. I know that we have to stop soon. I know that I can't keep kissing her forever. But I want to savour this a little.

I take a moment to adjust our bodies so that I'm not so precariously perched and then I start kissing her back as thoroughly as possible. My hand slides down and finds her abs, taut under soft skin. She's sensitive as I slide my hand up, my mouth hot on hers. When she lets out a vibrating moan, I slide my mouth away. Kissing my way along her cheek, I find her ear. Turns out that taking her ear lobe into my mouth and biting down hard is something that makes her moan, too. Moan and wriggle under me, as my hand continues to stroke her side.

"Ji-" she cuts off as my mouth slides down her neck.

Fuck, she tastes good.

I haven't spent enough time here, where her neck arches and the salty, sweet skin feels so good against my lips. I bite down so very gently against the place I can feel pulsing and then, instinctively, soothe the wound with my tongue.

That does it.

Her body arches under mine as she swears, vocally, in my ear. Her hands come up to twist at my blouse and she literally writhes.

And I'm cruel, because I roll off her. But I make it up to her by pulling her close and kissing her again.

Despite my thirst for her, I suddenly don't feel the need to be making out like a couple of horny teens, even if that's what we are. I pull away from her and bury my head in her shoulder.

She strokes my hair and adjusts us to cuddling comfortably.

"You okay?" she murmurs.

"Yeah," I mumble against her shoulder. I figure she can't hear me, so I pull back a bit. "I'm actually just really happy."

She laughs. "Yeah, me too."

It's so nice to just be in her arms. I groan.

"What?"

"We have to go downstairs."

"What? No we don't!" she exclaims in an affronted manner.

"Your parents invited me over for a barbeque. I'm not spending the whole time up here making out with you." I poke her in the side.

"But," she pouts, "I like making out with you."

I look up at her, cup her cheek and then kiss her gently. "I like kissing you, too."