Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #9 The Beauty of a Woman

 I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to. Ever since I married Taehyung I haven't been sexually active. Working at the bar and constantly flirting gave me some relief but nothing like doing it for real. Even though I knew deep down Taehyung did this often I couldn't bring myself to comfortably bring someone to the house.

Maybe that's because I had something that Taehyung didn't. Respect and human decency. A sudden reminder flashed in my head. Jimin's list. Fuck a women. An option I originally didn't consider. Here was a perfect opportunity laying out right in front of me. 

The devil must have climbed into my head because an idea burned my attention. The idea wouldn't leave. It kept flickering. My stomach was twisting, my crotch was heating up, my breath was growing harbored. Oh fuck it.

"Fine. On one condition."

Her eyes sparked with lust.

"What's that?" She asked, her lips grazing my neck.

"We do it in his office."

She pulled her head looking at me with astonishment. She squinted her eyes at me like she was using every bit of her brain power to try and read me.

"Deal or no deal?" I said bluntly. She smiled mischievously. Without a single word she pulled herself off of me. She swayed down the hallway. Her hips rocking back and forth. She looked over her shoulder at me, a pretty smirk painting her lips. 

After she disappeared into a room further down the hallway I finally gained control over myself enough to follow. I walked slowly, allowing her to hear exactly when I was close.

I slid into Taehyung's main office. On his desk she sat. Her robe was almost completely off, the sleeves hung around her wrists, her hand flat on the desk and her fingers sprawled. She spread her legs exposing her every curve and every gift she was given.

 My eyes trailed slowly down, stopping a few seconds between her legs before continuing all the way down to her bare ankles. I looked back into her eyes.

I walked slowly, shutting the door behind me. I swallowed hard.

"Take your shirt off. Let me enjoy at least a little bit of you."

I followed her request obediently. I slid my jacket off, pulling my shirt over my head seconds later. Her eyes trailed over every inch of skin I showed her. She lifted one hand, the robe falling off as she did.

 I walked close enough for her fingers to gently press against my arms, the cold sensation of her fingers trailing each tattoo like a maze. I walked closer, finally filling the space she left for me between her legs. Her bare skin grazed the fabric of my jeans.

Her gaze finally pulled away from my tattoos. She sprawled her fingers across my chest, feeling every inch before she let her hand fall to the waistband of my underwear that poked slightly out of my jeans.

 She brought her hands back up to press against each curve of my abs. She looked me in the eyes and smiled.

"You're not going to touch?"

I realized I had been watching her this whole time, my arms were still hanging at my sides.

"May I?" I asked one last time while raising both my hands. She smiled again, nodding. I gently touched both of her shoulders. I ran my hands down her arms.

 I brought my hands back to her chest where I gently pressed, no squeezing or grasping, just gentle touches as I ran my fingers around her entire torso. Her shoulders and hips squirmed as I continued to explore.