Rogue Hearts | PJM ✅

Chp. 24: Come Away With Me

Jimin's POV 💫

I feel Dallia relax in my arms until she fades away, submitting to her exhaustion. I'm happily spent as well, but I relish the feeling of her wrapped in my arms. I'd shut myself off to the thought of entering into another relationship for a long time now, but ever since I met Dallia, I have been unexplainably drawn to her as if it was the universe guiding us together.

I feel her warm breath lightly tickle my chest, while I think about all our vocal lessons together. She's helped me understand my craft on a deeper level than anyone else, and her unwavering confidence in my singing abilities has pushed me further in just a few short months than has occurred in the entirety of my career.

We connect on a deeper level beyond music. Sure, our sexual chemistry is off the charts, but she's never treated me merely as a sexual fantasy she wants to indulge in; she sees me for who I am. I mean, really sees me, and that is so rare. I'm Park Jimin, who sometimes walks around my perfectly styled apartment in a pair of sweatpants that have seen better days -instant noodles hanging out of my mouth and my hair sticking out in all directions while my dirty laundry is piling up in the corner because I've been too busy to get in done. Dallia gets that I'm that person as well, and excepts me for who I am, and my heart is practically pounding out of my chest being with her curled up like this.

Content. I feel content.

And with that blissful realization, I let exhaustion take over as well and drift off with the loveliest woman I've ever met snuggled up in my arms.

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My eyes flutter open when I feel light fingertips gently pushing the hair on my forehead away. I'm not sure how long I've been asleep, but I find Dallia propped up on her elbow, looking at me dreamily. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. Your hair was in your eyes, and I just wanted to move it for you," she says shyly.

"It's okay. This is a lovely way to be woken," I smile.

"Maybe, I could find another way?" she asks with hooded eyes. I understand she's asking for my consent, and instantly my body turns to fire.

"Please," I whisper with bated breath waiting to see what may happen next, and then I feel her hands exploring me just as intentionally as I had earlier in the day. Not only am I enjoying the way Dallia is making me feel, but I love watching her. The way she looks when she presses plump limps against my skin. The way her tongue feels as it drags across my waistline, the way she runs her hand over my hardening length and cups my sack in her hands, gently exploring and touching everything she didn't get to experience the first time around.

When she runs her tongue over my waist and down my girthy length, my eyes feel like they are rolling to the back of my head. I've had plenty of experiences, but knowing it's my Dallia that is exploring me is what really makes it special. However, when she slides her tongue over my shaft and then teases her tongue across my slit several times while trailing her hands up my thighs, I realize I may not last as long as I usually do. After a few more licks, she takes the whole head into her mouth, and I cry out.

"Holy hell, woman. You are amazing!" I breathe out as she looks up through her eyelashes at me with glassy eyes while I'm still deep in her throat.

She releases me from her mouth for a moment, "Babyboy, I'm just getting started." Her words are seductive, causing me to whimper with pleasure.

"Say it again," I whisper.

"That I'm just getting started?" she asks in a breathy tone, licking up my length and then snaking her tongue around my frenulum; I feel like I could pass out from the intense pleasure.