Jimin's Whore • PJM

Twenty ♡

"I've wanted this for so long Angel," Jimin's mouth moved further down into your cleavage, his words breathy against your skin. You moaned your response, as he continued down your form.

White hot kisses blazed against the side of your breast. You felt his weight lift from your body as he moved downward, teeth grazing your nipple, his free hand squeezing against the roundness. His other hand stayed intertwined with yours, thumb tracing careless circles into your palm. You felt drunk on him, your hand roaming his back, nails mapping a pattern between his muscular shoulders.

His mouth enveloped your other breast, tongue winding around your flesh, you arched upward against him, causing him to press his chest to your torso, subduing you below him. You throbbed between your legs, a pulse you felt as surely as the one in your throat or wrist.

Jimin hadn't turned on any lights in the bedroom, only the brightness from the hallway bleeding into the space. You could see with your half closed eyes his body protectively curled over yours, kissing and stroking, you cupped his cheek and pulled him upward wanting his mouth on yours again. He raised himself up on one arm and returned to your lips, kissing you deeply, in the movement his hardness brushed your core making you whimper.

You lifted your knees squeezing them against his hips so you could raise yourself rotating your own hips to feel him align at your entrance. You wanted him to close the space, fill you with his cock until you couldn't think anymore.

"Okay Angel, okay," he said sensing your need and lowered his body back onto yours. Jimin slipped into your wetness, slowly, making you groan as his thickness spread you. Your arm snaked around his neck, he kept his body tight to yours, his own moan trapped against your shoulder.

You felt him everywhere, your stomach heating with pleasure as he drew backward slightly, plunging in again. His pace burned through you as his mouth focused at your collarbone, then lower, marking you with his tongue and teeth at the top of your breast. You met his thrusts, the sounds of you both sighing and gasping filling the room.

Jimin moved like he danced, fluid against you, he released your hand and lifted his upper body to drive between your thighs with more precision. Your legs snaked around his waist and he leaned back on his knees lifting your hips into an angle. Your palms pressed to his abdomen feeling the muscles tense and relax as he thrust into your core. Sitting up now his hands were free and he dropped them to your breasts, teasing and squeezing the flesh.

This was nothing like your previous encounters, he didn't just jab into you with abandon, chasing his orgasm, ignoring your pleasure. Every move of his body seemed planned to drag sensation from you, Jimin looked down at you licking his lips.

"Don't stop," you whined when he shifted backward, not wanting him to leave the heat of your body.

"I won't," he leaned down kissing your lips and at the new angle he drove into you, his cock dragging against your g spot.

Jimin wrapped his arms under you and sat all the way back until you were perched on his lap. You gasped sliding down his length, you felt full of him, no space between your bodies. You started moving, a grinding motion that trapped your clit against his body, he grabbed your hips, dictating their speed.

He started moving too, lifting you up and down while you moved your hips. The tempo was faster, lighting a fire where there had only been heat. Face to face again you kissed, wet and distracted meeting of your lips. Your breath was drawn from you as you panted, feeling the rush between your thighs. The pressure on your clit was making it hard to focus, you dropped your head to his shoulder and he wrapped his forearms tight against your back.