Rogue Hearts | PJM ✅

Chp. 33: The Art of Seduction

Dallia's POV 🌼

I thought Jimin was bringing me home to my apartment, but then I realize that we were on the way to his home, and it makes my heart full that he wants me there with him. I never feel as whole as I do when I know we are sleeping in the same bed. When he opens his apartment door for me, he immediately helps me slip my coat off and presses me against the hallway wall.

I moan into his mouth as we kiss with such ferocity that it feels animalistic. Persistent, plump lips pressing together at rapid speed, Jimin's tongue sliding into my mouth, his hands palming over me with possessive need. "I've been thinking about taking you all night," he rasps as he takes my hand and rubs it over his groin. "Did you forget that you do this to me?" My breath hitches as I feel him hard and ready.

"Oh my God," I pant as I feel him unbutton his pants and watch in awe as his trousers drop onto the floor. I delight in watching him unbutton his shirt. With each button, my heart rate increases as he keeps eye contact with me as if I am his prey. Before my brain can register what is happening, Jimin drops to his knees, and then his face is under my dress. I can feel him urging my legs apart, and I comply. Knowing Jimin is naked under my dress like this only heightens my excitement. My eyes hungrily look down, seeing glimpses of his naked body as he begins to work me over.

"Jimin..." I cry out when I feel him tease me with his tongue. He plays me like an instrument he has mastered. All the knowledge Jimin gained in Jeju about what I like and how I want to be touched he puts to good use, parting me with the pads of his thumbs. His tongue explores my wet folds, swirling around my engorged bud, his expertise on full display as he swiftly pulls the arousal from me as if the Gods created him to please me alone. I desperately press my body against the cool wall, afraid I may lose my balance from the way he already has me trembling.

He pauses for a moment to catch his breath and strokes his fingers in and out of me. His hands feel like soft velvet, driving me wild. I take the opportunity to pull my dress over my head and drop it to the floor. Releasing the pretty satin bra I had worn just for him, I abandon it into the growing pile of clothes in the hallway. The entire scene feels like a delicious lesson in seduction.

"I've wanted to taste you all night," he moans into my thigh as he drags his tongue down me. Between the teasing before we went to the party and then the sweet, casual touches he strategically applied to my skin all night, it took him no time to pull me over the edge of ecstasy, and he moans as I climax all over his tongue. Shakily I begin to slide down the wall, having lost my ability to keep an upright position.

Jimin swoops down, picks me up bridal style, and carries me through the livingroom. I glimpse our naked reflections in the plate glass windows while he carries me to his bed. Seeing us together feels so satisfying. I love this man.

He lays down on the bed and directs me on top of him, so I'm sitting over his face while facing his legs. I can't remember the last time I bothered getting into this position with a partner, but Jimin makes everything new and exciting again. He eases me down and resumes his sensual exploration of my wet entrance. Now Jimin is taking his time, slowly building the pressure back up between my thighs. I don't need any recovery time; I desperately want him to make me climax as many times as possible because I can never get enough when it is with Jimin. His tongue is addictive -that flat tongue with the delicious pointed tip that he knows how to use in ways I had never imagined.

I ride his tongue, my eyes rolling back. His sexy mewling urging me on. I finally lean down, so my breasts are firm against his stomach, sighing when our skin makes the contact I so desperately wanted to feel. I hear Jimin make a deep moan and I slide his hardness into my mouth so that I can enjoy his body as well.

Our moaning fills the room, like a song of lovers, then Jimin starts slowly rolling his hips, his girthy length sliding in and out of my swollen lips. The hip rolls I daydream about when I'm alone -the ones I've seen him make on stage so many times, but right now, they are only for me. His movements cause my nipples to graze his silky skin as we hold onto each other. It's like a slow, erotic dance, and we're both lost in each other, tasting, touching, our bodies on fire. Every time I'm with Jimin, it feels like the first time all over again. Each experience feels unique and new, like we've discovered a whole new way to please each other.

Just when I think he's going to climax, he stops and rolls me over gently. He positions himself on top of me and then presses the head of his shaft in shallowly, and it feels so amazing, "So wet, my Lovely," he smiles. A crimson color blooms over my body; Jimin is uttering the words I've only read in books -he is the art of seduction personified, and it only makes me wetter.

I go to wrap my legs around his waist to help him glide deep inside me, but he stops me in my tracks and pulls out. I feel instantly needy without him buried in me, and I try to pull him towards me, but he grabs a pillow, gesturing for me to lay face down with it under my hips. I feel his hands parting my thighs. Teasing me, and then sweet relief when he presses back into my wetness, his hands kneading the pliant skin on my thighs and then my ass.

I feel his body laying over mine, his delicious weight on me as his hand snakes between me and the pillow until he finds my sensitive bundle of nerves. He manages to rub me with two fingers over and over as he pushes into me. Our bodies shifting up and down together. The pillow giving us enough leverage and cushioning to move together as if riding waves.

"I belong to you, Lovely. I picked you. I want to be with only you," his voice rings into my ear, and I cry out.

"Yes, yes...." I whine, and I don't even recognize the sounds pouring out of my mouth as he rolls his hips, hitting the spot deep inside me that he knows will take me over the edge. I feel his hand disappear, but it returns swiftly, palming over my ass, and then I feel him pressing against my puckered opening. I freeze for a moment in alarm, and then he whispers, "Don't worry, I promise -no penetration, just a little pressure."

I trust Jimin implicitly, so I let go of my fears and let him add that bit of pressure -two fingers, gentle but firm. He never presses into me, but for some reason, just having his fingers there feels like he is performing a forbidden act on me, and I become desperate for him. I build into a frenzy, just like he knew I would. When he's satisfied with how worked up I am, he releases his hand and leans his body, covering mine. My face is to the side, and I feel him place kisses on my cheek.

"Let go, Dallia. Let go...." his words sound dark and desperate.

"I love you! I'm yours!" I cry out, and he takes me over the edge as I grab the sheets in front of me, gripping them tightly with clenched fists. Feeling him pump into me while waves of ecstasy pulsate between my thighs, tightening around his hardness as I soak the pillow and the sheets.

"Lovely, Lovely...lovely...." his words begin to become quieter with each utterance until we are still.

Breathing together. I feel his chest heaving up and down on my back as my legs begin to relax. Jimin gently removes himself from me, happily spent, and leans down to kiss me gently. My hair is a tousled mess, sweat glistening over my body.

After moments of gentle caresses, I get enough energy to pad to the en suite bathroom, and when I return, Jimin's thrown the sheets off the bed and is grinning with a new set in his hands. We smile at each other knowingly as we remake the bed and then curl up in each other's arms, covered by a thick comforter that feels like a layer of clouds.

Jimin brushes the hair away from my face and kisses my temple. "I've never felt this way about anyone else. I need you to know that," he whispers.

"I love you, Babyboy," I reply as his arms tighten around me.

"You're the best lover I've ever had," he whispers.

"Jimin?" I ask as I fight exhaustion.

"Yes, my Lovely?"

"Maybe we should purchase a Tantra chair for this house, too," I whisper shyly.

"Done and done. I fucking love you," he replies with absolute glee, and I feel euphoric.

"Sleep, my Lovely. I'll let you do sinful things to me when you're well rested again," Jimin whispers, ushering a broad smile from me. I fall asleep to the sound of Jimin's heartbeat in my ear.