Outline of You | Jensoo

Ch17.

It was impossible for Jennie to not want more.

Jisoo was straddling her, the onslaught of hot kisses bruising her lips and pushing her body against the backrest of the sofa. When Jisoo caressed the sides of Jennie's face and tilted it upwards even more as they kissed hungrily, Jennie thought her neck might cramp up in this position but as Jisoo arched her back and inadvertently drove her hips into Jennie's, it felt like heaven on earth.

Jennie slipped her hands under Jisoo's tee and scratched her way up Jisoo's back, a sense of pride filling her as it elicited a guttural moan and goosebumps on soft skin. She slid a hand back down the ridges of Jisoo's spine and past the waistband of Jisoo's shorts to cup the fullness of a smooth firm butt. She squeezed and Jisoo gasped into her mouth.

Pulling back an inch, Jisoo's breath tickled Jennie's lips as she panted through a dimpled smile that Jennie wished she could have the privilege to look at everyday.

"Did I hurt you?" Jennie slackened her hold on Jisoo's behind, worried she had been too rough.

Shaking her head softly, the architect brushed Jennie's fringe aside to land a lingering kiss on her forehead. "You're worth the hurt."

The swell in Jennie's heart was exponential and exploding, and she was dying for Jisoo to comprehend the kind of effect Jisoo had on her. So she pulled Jisoo down for another sweltering kiss but before their lips could connect, Jisoo made a turn and pecked Jennie's cheek instead, before dismounting Jennie and getting off the sofa.

Jennie almost whined out loud at the loss of contact -- her hormones are raging from disappointment and her core is aching deeply in protest. She watched Jisoo flash a knowing smirk as Jisoo stepped away from her and disappeared into the bedroom, and Jennie released all the air in her lungs, hoping to relieve the wound-up tension in her body too.

Jisoo had gone to retrieve a big comfy blanket and not long after she returned, they had somehow naturally assumed a cuddling position under its warmth, lying down on the sofa and pressed up against each other.

Despite her attempts, some sneaky and others blatant, Jennie could not seem to advance them beyond the touches and the kisses, and the little tinge of insecurity within her grew. Did she say something wrong? Do something offensive? Perhaps her kissing was bad? Or maybe she wasn't sexy enough? She peered down her own cleavage, deep between two full mounds, and suddenly found herself being ridiculous.

She wanted to turn around and get some answers, but when the breathing on her nape and the heartbeat on the back of her shoulder blade started to slow into a steady rhythm, she realised this was it, this was the heaven on earth -- Jisoo was it for her.

There was no need to rush, Jennie was sure she wouldn't be going anywhere else.

Being the big spoon, Jisoo had wrapped her arms around Jennie, who had her back snuggled into Jisoo's front. As a CEO, it felt unfamiliar to Jennie to be the one on the inside, the little spoon -- she was used to being in charge, expected to make decisions -- but in Jisoo's arms she felt herself letting go of the reins and the walls, the expectations and the pressure.

In Jisoo's arms, Jennie found herself submitting to another.

Without realizing, Jennie cracks a grin at the memory and shakes her head.

"Oh, um," the young man at the front of the meeting room squeezes his fingers and oscillates a nervous glance between his presentation and the CEO, "sorry Miss Kim, did I miss out something in the charts?"

Instinctively, some of the audience straighten in their seats, a few adjust the knots of their ties, while others purse their lips. And all of them have turned their attention to Jennie, who is used to it. No matter how personable she is, her employees will always be either in fear of her or in awe of her, or both.