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─ 44. don't worry about me
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ELENA'S POV
I watched in disbelief as Jungkook slid his hand out of my panties, cutting off my fastly approaching high, in disbelief.
Crackers! No!
"Jungkook!" I whined, wiggling my hips wantonly and widening my legs even more. "No!" I caught his fingers with my mine and placed them over my panties. By this point; I didn't care if I was being desperate or not - I just needed his touch.
"Touch me!" I nearly demanded, shocking myself.
Jungkook gripped my jaw firmly, and jerked my gaze up to his. Within the depths of his eyes; I detected amusement, shock, arousal, and darkness.
His tongue peeked out from between his plush lips and licked at them slowly.
"Please, Jungkook, please." I begged, widening my eyes, "...you...you just can't do that to someone. It's mean." I huffed.
Jungkook snickered, "Such a needy little girl, aren't you?" he muttered mockingly, running his thumb across my lips.
I kissed his fingertips and nodded pitifully – hoping to get his favor.
Jungkook let out a small sigh and glanced around the room before looking at me with those intense eyes - full of softness and love.
"Get on your back, sweetie." He said lovingly, tweaking my nipple whilst pressing his lips to the tip of my nose.
I was still self conscious as I crawled away from him, only wearing my panties.
I turned and fell back, head hitting the black silken sheets. My long hair spread out in a golden halo around my head when my arms came up to shield my breasts from view.
"Such a pretty girl," Jungkook husked, now sitting up on his knees, inches from my body. I blushed and avoided his eyes, itching to pull the shirt back over my body. My gaze was drawn towards his chest, and his chiseled abs that I drooled at the sight of. Jungkook followed my gaze and arched his brow; sidled closer towards me.
"T-thank y-you." I murmured, blush spreading down my upper chest.
Jungkook's grin widened.
He grasped my wrist in his tattooed hand and pulled it away from my chest, only to bring it to rest on his abdomen.
"Touch, baby."
A breathless gasp escaped my lips.
Oh my crackers.
I was touching abs...REAL abs for the first time in my life.
A strangled whimper left my lips as he came closer, and with his hand over the brace surrounding my hands, he trailed my fingertips lightly along his abdomen. I licked my lips when I felt his lower abdomen clench and tense when my fingers passed over it.
