Piano Strings

Chapter 2

Melody POV

Yoongi was a dream come true. He was funny, sweet, and knew his way around a woman's body. I noticed he had a tendency to be reserved---quiet. It almost made him seem mysterious. It turned me on.

When he talked, his raspy voice made me weak in the knees. And he talked with purpose. He wasn't the kind to rattle on about nothing . . . except when we flirted with each other. But then again, for Yoongi flirting was purposeful talking. He didn't need to say much, either. Just a look from him and I was putty in his hands. And that was how our morning went.

I woke to find he was spooning me. The sensation of him lightly stroking my arms made me tingle. He must have sensed I had awoken because I felt his soft lips on my shoulder and neck. I giggled when he found a ticklish spot, and I turned to face him.

His eyes were hypnotizing. He lightly stroked the hair off of my face, tucking it behind my ear, and smiled. He then brought his lips to mine. It didn't take him long to invade my mouth with his tongue. And oh, what a tongue! His kisses made my core tingle and I felt myself getting soaking wet. He rolled on top of me and kissed his way down to my pussy, spreading my legs wide and latching on to my swollen clit.

"Oh, god! Yes!" I gasped. He teased me perfectly with his tongue as he slipped his fingers into me.

"Oh! OH!" I shrieked with delight.

His long, warm fingers felt so good inside me. I ran my fingers through his hair, moaning uncontrollably as I did my best not to come too soon. I wanted his cock in me . . . so . . . so . . . bad!

"Yoongi! I need you! Please!" I begged in desperation.

But he only paused for a moment to smirk at me. He wasn't going to have it. He was letting me know he was in charge.

"Oh god, Yoongi! I can't hold back anymore! OH! OH! OH!" My body began to jerk uncontrollably. Before I knew it, I was screaming out so loudly, his next-door neighbors couldn't help but hear me through the apartment walls.

Yoongi laughed softly, then kissed his way up my body to my neck. He then whispered in my ear, "I want you on your hands and knees."

I eagerly obeyed, spreading myself wide for him. He rolled on a condom, grabbed my hips, and gently slid into me, stretching me. I felt him gather up my hair in one hand. He rubbed his other hand softly up my back and down again, then wrapped it around to tug and tease my nipple. He drew his hand back momentarily, then returned it, reaching around and pinching both nipples with his wettened fingers.

Yoongi gently slid his hand down between my legs and started to rub my clit in soft little circles. He pulled out a little, then gently tugged on my hair as he pushed deeper into me. My pussy was soaking wet, and he slid his thick cock in and out of me with ease. His breaths were almost stilted as he moved in and out, in and out, in and out. I suspected he was holding back.

It felt so good, I grew vocal again. "Ohhhh! Oh, yeah! Yeah, Yoongi! I love your cock, Yoongi!"

He pulled me up by my hair and started pounding into me as he sped up his strumming of my clit. His hot breath on my neck drove me crazy.

"Oh, god! Oh, god! You make me so wet, Yoongi!"

He spread some of my juices on my hardened nipples, wetting them again. The cool air in the room made them tingle, and my tits bounced with every thrust.

I heard him grunt, then let out a soft, "Oh, baby!"

"Oh, yes! Yes, Yoongi! Don't stop!"

He let go of my hair and grasped my hips firmly, letting out a loud growl.