AMOUR || J.JK × Reader ✔

chapter 40 | I know you want it

"What's wrong?" he smiles at me, and my lips curve up in an instant. "Nothing..." I deny the truth and take hold of his shirt that he left on the floor, I steal it and put it over my chest now that I am not in the spur of the moment anymore but feeling my shyness come back. He glances down at his clothing, and his grin widens. "You're lying."

I quietly laugh and pull the shirt higher to hide half of my face, and he grips the bottom of it. "Tell me what's wrong," he lifts it up and leans in, but he passes his head underneath and softly presses some kisses on my breasts, making my heart skip a beat. He makes me feel so good, and he knows how to make me lose my mind so easily, he is a dangerous man.

At the feeling of his soft and warm lips puckering against my skin to leave some love on it, I move the shirt to the side but clench my legs, and I cannot help but caress his tattooed back and shoulders, loving how tough and broad it is, loving to touch him.

"Baby," he brushes my skin with his breathing, and gradually goes down, marking me with his lips. "Tell me," he raises his eyes up, and I let him get what he wants once he approaches his face from mine, with his swollen lips calling for mine. "I wanted to do something..." I press my lips together, my nervousness making me do so. "Do what?" he fixes his eyes on them.

"I can't say it, I'm shy now," I laugh and do not hold back from playing with his long hair. I always want to put my fingers in it, it is so fluffy and pretty. It is not my fault if I cannot control myself. "Don't be," he shakes his head, gently speaking in a low voice. "You can tell me and use the words you want."

"Hmm..." I think about it, feeling like I might make it awkward. I comb his hair, brushing some strands of hair, that falls back in the front, behind his ear. "I'll do it next time, I'll surprise you with it."

"Oh, you'll surprise me with it," he raises his eyebrows. "I let it pass this time, but I won't give up if this happens again," he reminds me of his power, and I keep some of his hair behind his head. "Thank you, Sir."

"I'll surprise you with something too," he moves his body up to peck my forehead, but one of his arms tightens its hold on me, and he makes us switch to have me on top of him. I am almost fully naked on him, and for some reason, this makes me feel insecure since all my flaws are exposed.

"Don't stop what you were doing," he asks for me to keep on playing with his hair, his smile tickling my heart, I do it without waiting, and he puts his underwear and pants back properly, getting me to feel his veins skim past or press on my inner thigh.

"I want the same hair," I twirl his hair with my finger, wishing mine were as healthy and soft. "Why would you? Yours are much prettier and young," he glances down between us to close his belt. "I like yours more."

He takes my compliment without contradicting, and once he is done closing his belt, I lie down on him and scrutinize his features. His pretty eyes staring into mine, I brush his hair away from his face and pass the tip of my fingers over the side of his face. He really is perfect. His skin is smooth and clear, his eyes are big, deep, and penetrating, full of emotions that do not need to be said to be understood. His lips are so pretty as well, thin, always soft and rosy, ready for a kiss. Then, his body does not even need to be talked about.

"Don't look at me for too long," the crinkles in the corners of his eyes sharpen, his hands stroking the side of my thighs. "You're gonna see all my wrinkles."

"Are you talking about the lines of maturity and experience?" I giggle after trying to compliment him, and he laughs. "That's the cutest thing I've ever heard."

I smile but enjoy the sight of him looking so happy and lively. "Wrinkles can make men look even more handsome and sexy, so don't worry about getting some."