Precious Things || Jensoo

Booty Call (Special Bonus Chapter)

I can't breathe.

I can never breathe when she's this deep inside me. I end up taking in just enough oxygen to keep me going and nearly pass out when I come.

God almighty, if only she'd make me come.

She won't. She's refusing. She's moving so fucking slowly and her thumb is just barely brushing over my clit.

"Jennnnn," I moan. "Fuck, please."

"Shhh..." She replies.

I'm kneeling over her, thrusting my hips into her hand, and have been for far too long. Sweat has beaded on my forehead and in the small of my back. Her hand, the one that isn't fucking me so damn slowly with two fingers curling, is sitting on my hip; restricting my movements.

I want her to thrust into me. I want her to slam into me. It's been so slow and for so long. I want her to make me come.

She won't use her mouth. She knows that would make me come like lightening.

She just fucks me.

Slow and deep.

Her fingers curl, but not enough. She knows where my g-spot is. She knows how to press it and make me explode. She knows exactly how to get me off – which is why she knows exactly how to hold off.

I thrust my hips a little harder and for a few swings, she lets me.

Oh god.

A moan bubbles out of my mouth. I gasp for air and feel a drop of sweat roll down my white, white thigh.

I told her I thought I'd left my history notes in her room. She knew it was a lie. I knew it was a lie. They were in my history notes folder. I'm pretty anal about all that stuff so there was no way in hell they were in her room.

We both knew it.

She said to come on over and she'd find them.

The look in her eyes as soon as she opened the door: whoah.

She knew. I knew.

And the fact that my lips were sealed across hers seconds later, leading to a wolf-whistle from the still open door, was no surprise. Neither was the whistle. All the people on her floor know exactly what we're like.

But now she won't make me come.

"Don't tease," I whimper.

She chuckles, although I can feel the tension in her body too. "Taking my time is not teasing Jisoo."

"Make me come," I beg. "Please."

"Not yet."

Her voice is so fucking calm. It drives me insane as I thrust against her achingly.

I give up a strangled gasp of frustration and fall down on my outstretched hands, moving my hips all that harder.

She gives in a little, just a little, and goes deeper. For long minutes I moan above her as the tension builds but doesn't get there.

She's going to kill me.

"P-please."

Without any warning her hand on my hip tightens and she flips us without removing herself from deep inside me. I don't know how she does it, but my girl is talented.

Leaning down, she sucks my tongue into her mouth and then tangles her own with it in a kiss that makes my eyes water with the intensity. Our thrusts slowly build until my hips are swinging against her and she's almost, just almost, slamming into me. She watches me, loving to see my face contort as my orgasm hits me.