Waterfalls || Yeonbin

chapter 17: enough

April 15, 1940

Yeonjun held my hand, smiling as he led me to his bedroom. He seemed a bit eager, but he always is. It's honestly adorable whenever it happens. He opened the door and lightly pulled me inside, closing it behind us. He took his hat off quickly, making some of his hair fall out of place as he threw it to the side. Tugging on my hand to bring me closer made me smile, slowly stepping towards him as I said, "Hi."

Yeonjun grabbed my tie, lightly pulling out of anxiousness for me to be nearer. He placed his hands on my waist once I was close enough, replying, "Hi, darling." In his usual deep voice. I placed my hands on his chest, sliding them under his suit jacket to get a better feeling.

His hard muscles always drive me crazy, which is what his chest is doing right now. His broad shoulders and smaller waist make my mind go elsewhere, causing me to be unable to focus when he has little to no clothes on. I unbuttoned his suit jacket, letting my hands feel every centimeter of his torso. My action made him chuckle, but I couldn't help but bite my bottom lip. My mind traveling elsewhere already, and I haven't even kissed him yet.

He brought a hand up, placing two fingers under my chin. It made me pick my head up, my gaze going from his torso to his gentle hazel eyes. He leaned forward and gave me a kiss, pulling away way too early for my liking. The first kiss is always the most awkward, and I'm always very nervous until we finally kiss. It's like as soon as I feel his soft lips against mine, all my worries fade away. All my nerves fade away. And when he goes back in for another kiss, I feel like I'm in heaven. Especially when he put his hands back on my waist and pulled me closer until our chests touched, his much more muscular than mine.

I wrapped my arms around Yeonjun's shoulders, deepening our kiss as I tilted my head to the side. I felt his hands slide off my waist, moving to take his suit jacket off and drop it on the floor. His hands went back to my hips, gliding them over the sides of my abdomen. He always comments about how small my frame is, and in moments like these, I can tell how much he likes it. It's strange really. Nobody's ever found that part of me to be anything of significance, but Yeonjun does. Always saying how beautiful I am. I always found the term to be more of a feminine word, but when Yeonjun says it with his soothing deep voice, it's like all my anxieties instantly fade away and my stomach does a flip.

I can never keep up with his pace, especially when he swipes his tongue across my bottom lip. I open my mouth for him regardless, knowing that I embarrass myself every time. My soft kitten licks are no match for the force of his kisses, tasting every part of my mouth. Sometimes I think he needs to slow down in order for me to keep up, but truly, I love when he takes control like this. Love when he shows his dominance in something as simple as a kiss. And when he slid his hands down to my thighs and tightened his grip, I already knew what he was going to do.

He lifted me up in one swift motion, making my breath lightly hitch against his lips even though I knew it was coming. Our kiss was only separated for a brief moment before we went back in again, tightening my hold on his shoulders to keep myself steady. He started moving, taking little steps until he was at the edge of his bed, pulling away slightly so he could see where he was going. He gently placed me down, so gentle that it surprises me every time he does it.

We kissed again, feeling him squeeze my back side as he nestled himself between my legs. He bent his leg, putting his knee on the bed so our bodies were as close as possible. The friction between us drove me insane; it does every time. A whine escaped my lips, even though I didn't mean to. He just surprised me when he started massaging my inner thigh, even though this has happened dozens of times. I wrapped my legs around his torso, pulling him closer to me as he reached for his tie, loosening it with one hand and undoing the top button of his shirt before taking his tie off and throwing it behind him.