Decoupled • KTH ✔

Chapter 13

Maya

Taehyung hovers above me, his strong thighs slowly folding over the mattress and resting on his knees while he straddles me; his arousal is evident, but mine is still well-concealed.

He holds my hands firm against the mattress and locks his gaze with mine, and it makes my heart skip a few beats and start thudding at an abnormal pace.

We don't speak a word out loud, but from reading his eyes and seeing how his chest heaves, I know that he is extremely nervous, and I'm pretty sure that he knows how nervous I am at this very moment.

Am I guilty of having him in my bed?

That's not even a question that my brain wants to answer right now.

To me, he's not just any man. In my eyes, he's always the Taehyung who was my first love.

Taehyung frees my hands from his hold and brings his large hands to cup my cheeks, delicately tracing the outline of my face with his palms, his thumbs ghosting over my lips, and then he slowly glides his hands further down towards my neck and then to the zipper of my hoodie.

The beats of my heart are so pronounced right now that I'm literally feeling the pulsations of my heart on every inch of my body that has currently gone into complete submission under his stronger body.

Our eyes are caught up in a magnetic gaze tangle and without breaking eye contact, his fingers slowly, steadily begin working on the zipper and pull it all the way down until the garment splits open revealing a thin line of my skin starting from a little beneath my neck to a little below my bellybutton.

Taehyung then disconnects the ends of the zipper and leaves the open edges to rest on my body.

Should I stop him now?

I don't fight back or stop him because I know I'm enjoying it, and the absence of any kind of disapproval from me encourages him to keep going—which is also driving me crazy.

His eyes lower to take in what's now available for him to see, and then they lift to meet mine while he slowly licks his lips, making me gulp.

Taehyung's large hands move aside the fabric of the hoodie and come to land on my stomach.

His hands are cold with nervousness, and he smoothly glides them against my stomach to take hold of my waist on both sides, giving it a gentle squeeze that makes a shaky breath escape my parted lips.

He tenderly strokes his hands along my sides and over my breasts that are covered in just a flimsy cotton bra that does absolutely nothing to shield my stunned nipples, all the while our eyes are still locked with each other.

Taehyung's eyes are so breathtakingly beautiful, and I can see a myriad of so many deep and troubled emotions swimming in them, and lust is definitely not among those that I notice.

He doesn't squeeze my breasts or try to uncover them from the bra, but instead, he glides his hands further up to my shoulders and pushes the hoodie away and down my arms.

I wriggle a bit and release my arms from the sleeves of my hoodie and throw it away while I watch him pull off his T-shirt over his head and toss it to the floor.

My eyes refuse to move away from his bare chest that is just perfect to my liking—not too sculpted, not anywhere close to flabby, and not an ounce of extra fat. Just flat, smooth and perfect.

He swallows thickly and leans forward until our foreheads touch, until our hot breaths mingle, and until his soft lips delicately brush against mine; his legs astraddle.