Mrs. Right

Big Comeback

I was laying on Jimin's bed dressed in a new negligee. Namjoon, my accomplice in the surprise, left a key card at the front desk for me and agreed to keep the others occupied so Jimin and I could be alone in his suite. I left a trail of clues from the door to the bed, including my stiletto heels, my thong, a bottle of champagne, and two champagne glasses. When I heard the latch to the door open, adrenaline began to course through my veins. I listened as the footsteps drew closer and my skin erupted in goosebumps as my anticipation built. He turned the corner and our eyes met.

"Damn!" Jimin stood there with a sexy smirk on his face. He then bit his lower lip and slowly advanced toward me, slipping his jacket off his shoulders and tossing it onto the armchair in the corner. He lightly touched my foot, tracing his fingers along it, and taking the time to gently tickle my oh-so-sensitive arch as he chuckled and smiled a devilish smile. His expression then grew serious as he slowly glided his fingers up my ankle to my calf, to my knee, to my thigh . . . my heart raced and I grew weak, entranced by his eyes as they tracked the path of his fingers. He sat down next to me to get closer, and as I laid still on my side, his warm fingers continued along my body to my hip, my waist, my ribs, over to my shoulder, down my arm, and back up again. He leaned in closer as he traced his fingers briefly along my neck, then to my collarbone, down my chest to my breast, settling his fingertips on my hardened nipple.

Jimin's breathing had grown heavy and he brought his eyes up to mine as he gently teased my nipple. "I'm going to make you feel so good, baby," he whispered. He then slipped the strap off my shoulder and watched as my breast tumbled out of the pale blue silk fabric. He placed his hand on my hip and turned me until I was flat on my back. Returning his attention to my eyes, he stared into them as he leaned down and stuck out his long, skilled tongue, and flicked my nipple with it. He then closed his eyes as he wrapped his supple lips around my nipple, sucking it into his mouth. He groaned as he tugged, then he released it from his lips before quickly latching back on. His soft fingers gently slipped under my other strap, and he pulled it down to expose my other yearning breast. I cooed as his fingers pinched and flicked my other nipple. Soft moans escaped my mouth as he took turns, reminding my longing breasts why they belonged to his lips, to his hands, to him.

He brought his lips up to mine and kissed me tenderly, then sat up to take his shirt off. His skin glowed in the dim light and I could see the curve of his biceps. I imagined climbing the gentle hills with my fingers, feeling every dip and curve of his muscular arms as I held him to me. The slightest ripples in his toned abdomen were waves I wanted to wade my tongue and lips through as I worked my way down to his manhood. Jimin stood up and removed his pants and boxers to reveal his long, toned legs, the perfect curve of his ass, and his thick cock, already hard and ready to pleasure me.

He laid down, pressing his firm body onto mine, and returned to his work on my breasts. I closed my eyes and let the sensation of Jimin's mouth wash over me as I ran my fingers through his soft mane gasping and moaning with each flick of his tongue. He slid his hand down my body to my thigh, and grasped the fabric of my long negligee, gathering it up into his hand until he could reach the hem. He slipped the hem up past my hip, briefly squeezing my ass, before moving his hand over to my mound.

"Mmmmm. You're so wet, baby," he whispered. He then gently pinched and pulled my bud before he began lightly rubbing it. Jimin worked his tongue from my nipples up to my chest to my neck, latching on as he continued to gently tease and rub my clit in circles. My gasps and moans grew louder as every nerve in my body tingled with his touch.

Jimin released my neck from his lips and kissed his way up to my mouth, slipping his tongue in while simultaneously slipping his fingers into me, his thumb circling my little bundle of nerves. My body jerked in response. On instinct, I moved with every thrust of his fingers taking them in further and further. "You really like my fingers, don't you baby?" He purred.