Orphaned

eleven

Cover your eyes I guess?

He wasn't going to stop. At least, he really didn't want to. But for some reason, his body stopped moving when she spoke those words. Why wasn't he able to move? Surely it was just because he had been so excited to finally touch her, that he was freezing up when the time came. Whatever the reason, he was frustrated with himself.

"Are you sure?" he asked tentatively. Part of him didn't want to ask her for a second time, but he knew that it was important to make sure that she was absolutely positive that this was what she wanted. He didn't want her to have any regrets in regard to him.

"Yes," she breathed out.

Jungkook decided that the first step would probably be to resume kissing her, so that's what he chose to do.

Their lips melded together in a heated rush, almost as if both of them were starving for the other.

Rina hadn't taken a lot of time to think about Jungkook as a man, but the taste of him was all she needed. It was enough for her to process his sudden maturity, and enough for her to realize that she really wanted this.

She could feel her stomach swirling with every move his tongue made against hers, her toes curling every time his teeth nipped at her bottom lip. She desperately reached her fingers towards him, gripping his shirt like it was a lifeline and she was drowning in his embrace.

She couldn't get enough of him, regardless of how close he was to her.

Jungkook was feeling the same.

As soon as her small hands started grabbing at his shirt, his heart began pounding. This was really happening. This moment that he had been waiting for was finally happening.

He was actually touching her.

He could finally run his fingers along her skin to feel its softness.

He could squeeze her flesh between his fingers.

This was actually happening, and her lips against his were a constant reminder that he'd been waiting for this moment for most of his life.

He slid his hands along her hips, practically salivating at her hip-to-waist ratio. Her hourglass figure was very obvious to him at this point.

Rina gently tugged on the bottom of Jungkook's shirt, a silent plea for him to remove it.

He pulled away from her mouth for a moment, his eyes hooded and staring into her soul.

"Tell me what you want, noona," he demanded. His raspy voice sent shivers throughout her body. Apparently, she had a soft spot for Jungkook taking control.

"Take it off... please," she muttered, her pride stopping her from speaking too loudly. Jungkook smirked at her, the corner of his mouth rising up just slightly. He liked seeing her like this. It was clear that she wanted to continue, but her mouth wouldn't say what her mind was thinking.

Jungkook wanted to push her a little more.

"I can't hear you."

"Jungkookie-"

"I said to tell me what you want. My noona can do that, can't she?" he asked, tilting his head.

Rina's cheeks flushed at his words, the swirling in her stomach only intensifying. She suddenly pressed her thighs together, something that didn't go unnoticed by the man on top of her.

He couldn't help himself.

He reached down, prying her legs apart with his own.

"Are you trying to keep this from me?" he asked, pressing his crotch against hers. She gasped, the slight nudge from the younger man enough to excite her more than she'd like to admit.