Soft Lips

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Jimin:

My steps didn't falter when I moved towards her, I have been intrigued by her since the day I first saw her. From her plumpy lips to her button nose, her dusky skin which almost looked like melting chocolate. And I wanted to taste it. I wanted to taste her.

She didn't step away from her spot, she didn't speak, her lips were parted and her eyes, oh her eyes, they looked like one could drown in them if they stared long enough. She looked at me, with distinction. She didn't question her decision and she was letting her body take the lead.

"Liv, whatever happens from here on, do I have your consent?" I asked before I made any hasty move. I was horny, I was drunk but I wasn't so drunk to take advantage of her intoxication.

"Yes." She said, her voice laced with want and alcohol, barely above a whisper.

It was as if all hell broke loose on me, I closed the distance between us and pulled her into me to kiss her. As my lips envelopes her soft ones, a desperate urge to devour her whole makes it's presence known, I could taste the alcohol on her lips, as my tongue found hers and our lips moved as if we had been kissing forever, she wrapped her arms around my neck. Pulling me closer, as if she was caging me in her mortal being.

I never wanted the kiss to end, her soft plumpy lips moved with mine in a harmonious rhythm but I was falling short on breath. Groaning, I let go of her luscious lips, but they still enticed me as they glazed under the light, I bit her lower lip as a silent moan fell in my ears which was followed by a sigh. Her body relaxing in my arms as she felt comfortable. It was a huge ego boost, to be able to make her feel safe and relaxed while wanting to fuck her brains out, a thought I believe she already knew because her otherwise innocent eyes looked hodded, her naturally dark eyelids and long lashes fluttered slowly with her obsidian eyes trying to seduce me.

From then on, rationality was thrown out of the window, no one knew what time was. I didn't even know when we reached her room or how we sneaked into the ladies dorm in the first place, heck I couldn't even manage to see when our clothes came off, it all felt rushed, the rush to want to feel her body grinding against me as she moaned and whimpered with her lips locked on mine. God it was hard to control myself. Her lips moved with mine effortlessly, her feeling every touch my fingers made and I felt her nails dig all over my arms and shoulders every now and then. I am going to be covered with bruises tomorrow.

I kissed her senseless, by the time we were on the bed, which happened so quickly that it was a blur, the walk to her bed was simply just us kissing each other to oblivion and stripping each other of our clothes. She sits on the edge of her bed before I nudged her to lay down and there she was, naked, her eyes were closed. As if she couldn't keep her eyes open and look at me, as if she was wanted to escape reality all together.

We can't have that now, can we? I wanted her to look at me, remember me as I explored every inch, every nook and cranny, every crevice of her body. Emboldened, I hook my fingers under chin to turn her head towards me.

"Olivia, look at me." I said as I hovered over her, taking in the regal view that her body was. She looks beautiful. The room was dark but it was moonlit, the full moon was shining bright and the silver light illuminated our surrounding. Shadows and lights played a game all around us, her body illuminated by the moonlight and the shadows complimenting her dusky skin.

When she realised that I was not going to let go of her face until she looks at me, she slowly opened her eyes reluctantly and stared at me in silence, her lips still parted and her breathing coming out erratic like mine did with my heartbeat going insane. My hands went to cup her face and as she felt my cold hands, she planted a kiss on my palm. Keeping my eyes locked on her, my other hand slowly made its way to her breast to give them the due attention, as my fingers played with her nipple, a small whimper erupted from her lips.

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