Mrs. Right

Sweet Temptation

Jimin POV

We were about 15 minutes into Addy helping me with the English vowels and the whole time I had been struggling to stay focused. My eyes kept wandering from my notebook over to her. My thoughts kept wandering to what it would be like to touch her. To tuck the stray hairs that had fallen out of her ponytail behind her ear. To run my fingers along her neck. To hold her small hand in mine. To taste her lips.

"Jimin?" Shit! I had completely zoned out. I quickly darted my eyes away from her lips and back down to the books in front of us.

"Yes?"

"Jimin, I'm so sorry. I must be boring you to tears. Either that or I'm just confusing you more."

"No! You're fine, you aren't boring me at all!"

She looked at me and sighed. "Let's try a different approach. How about we turn on an English movie with subtitles. Maybe that will be more interesting for you. That way, you can read the words and hear them being said at the same time."

"Uhhh . . . okay," I smiled and nodded.

"Great! Is there any particular genre or movie that you like?" She got out of her chair and walked over to her TV. I stood up and followed her. After hesitating for a moment, I took a shot in the dark.

"Do you have The Notebook?"

"I thought I heard somewhere you liked that movie," she chuckled. She picked up the remote from the coffee table and sat down on her couch. I sat down next to her, trying not to sit too close. Given the opportunity, though, I would gladly be snuggled up right next to her, holding her in my arms.

A few minutes into the movie, she got up to make some popcorn and dimmed the lights so the screen would be easier to see. As we watched, Addy occasionally paused to discuss the words in the subtitles. I didn't mind. I had seen it enough times and I was more interested in listening to her voice.

At one point when she was resting her hand on the cushion between us, I accidentally brushed past it with mine. My heart skipped a beat. I glanced at her to see if she noticed and found her eyes focused on the TV. I quickly looked back at the TV screen. In the corner of my eye, I saw her grab more popcorn from the bowl. I subtly turned my head to watch as she popped a kernel of popcorn into her mouth--her beautiful mouth. I watched her lips purse as she savored it. I saw her tongue swirling around inside her cheeks. I imagined her lips, her tongue, swirling around my cock--savoring my cock. I started to grow hard. 

The light from the TV lit up her face and I was mesmerized. As if she sensed me staring at her, she turned her head and looked at me. This time I didn't avert my eyes. I kept them on her. She stared back at me and slowly bit her lower lip. Damn. She was looking at me like she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

Augh! I couldn't contain my frustration anymore. I quickly leaned over, grabbed the sides of her face, and brought my lips down onto hers hard. I placed my arms around her, embracing her. Her initially tense body soon relaxed in my arms. She placed her arms around my neck and melted into me. Our mouths parted and we slipped our tongues into each other's mouths. She was so open, so receptive to me. She felt so good in my arms. She was such an amazing kisser. 

It took several seconds for me to come to the realization that I was kissing a married woman. I immediately stopped and pulled myself back. "I-I'm so sorry!" I said, mortified.

I grabbed the sides of my head and bent over, resting my elbows on my knees. Fuck! What had I done? What had I been thinking? I had crossed the line! She's just missing her husband and is desperate for his touch. I took advantage of the situation! Asshole!