Don't Wanna Be Your Girl || Jensoo

Chapter 25

"Jennie," Jisoo whines when Jennie lifts her mouth away once again from the tender skin near the top of her inner thigh.

It's the fourth or fifth time Jennie's lips have strayed close to where Jisoo wants her most, only to retreat, to kiss and nip an unhurried trail back towards the inside of Jisoo's knee.

Another pitiful groan has Jennie hiding her smile against the soft give of the skin beneath her mouth. She presses a final lingering kiss there before pulling back to lean upon her elbows, resting between the spread of Jisoo's legs.

She schools her expression to one of innocence.

"What?"

"You're enjoying this way too much," Jisoo says, but the accusation lacks any sort of bite, the words breaking off into a gasp when Jennie's fingers curl around Jisoo's ankles to push her drawn up knees further apart.

"Mmm."

Jennie doesn't disagree.

Her eyes move with slow deliberation over Jisoo's body, drinking in the sight of her: the pink flush of labia, glistening with threads of slick; engorged clit, practically begging to be taken by Jennie's mouth; the flutter of tensed abdominal muscles; the slope of her ribs dotted here and there with freckles, leading to those heavenly breasts that Jennie could happily devote her life to worshipping at the altar of.

It isn't until Jisoo makes an impatient sound that Jennie realises she's been stuck staring for an indeterminate period of time. She looks up, offering a slightly bashful smile.

"You're such a boob girl," Jisoo teases.

To emphasise the point she cups the weight of them in her hands, pushing her breasts together then letting them bounce free. At Jennie's slack-jawed expression, Jisoo's smirk widens.

"You want my tits? Come and get 'em, hot stuff."

It's a brazen challenge, designed to test Jennie's resolve. For a hot second, she almost gives in but she rallies, girding against the temptation.

"Nice try, Jisoo, but I recognise that underhand ploy for what it is."

She makes sure Jisoo's watching her, brown eyes boring into her own under heavy lids, before she darts forward to lick at the length of Jisoo's cunt, swiping the flat of her tongue up through the wetness. The reaction is immediate and visceral in the sudden surge of Jisoo's hips, thighs boxing Jennie's ears, a loud burst of "Jesus, fuck, Jennie" followed by more cursing when Jennie's hands slide up Jisoo's shins to pin her outer thighs to the mattress. She laps at Jisoo again, too fast, too fleeting, and Jisoo's entire body shudders, hips rolling to chase the contact as she cries out.

The next pass of Jennie's tongue is firmer, starting with a slow swirl around Jisoo's entrance. She avoids dipping inside, focusing only on collecting the wetness spilling around the edges of its source. Jisoo strains against her hold, rocking down in an unsubtle hint to direct Jennie, only to heave a ragged sigh when she's denied. Instead Jennie licks up past the inner folds to sweep around the stiff protrusion of Jisoo's clit. She nudges the tip, glides back and forth, over and around, until Jisoo's panting above her, Jisoo's fingers digging into the sheets as she circles her hips, building up a rhythm that soon has sweat beading on her skin.

Jennie watches as Jisoo reaches blindly for the headboard again, momentarily too distracted by the way the stretch of Jisoo's torso makes her breasts look even more fucking spectacular to realise that Jisoo's using the wooden bars for extra leverage. That Jisoo's hips are rocking faster, with greater purpose and as much focused precision as she can manage when she's so wet she's virtually aquaplaning Jennie's tongue.