Chaeyoung living in a dream where she finally tickles the ivories, strum a guitar, play with a melody all day long. That kind of freedom is Park Chaeyoung absolute life. But deep inside Chaeyoung's goal is to holding so tight her gift of a soft hear...
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Chaeyoung sighed and his tongue dipped inside, tasting her in long leisurely licks. His kiss was confident, skilled, and just the right side of aggressive to turn her on wildly. Chaeyoung pulled on the silky strands, using them to direct his mouth over her. Jimin growled, deepening the kiss, stroking her tongue with lush slides of his own. She felt the raging beat of his heart against her chest. He pushed away from the door. Cupping the back of her head and the curve of her buttocks, Jimin lifted Chaeyoung off her feet.
"I want you, Rosie. Trouble or not, I can't stop." Chaeyoung was pressed full-body against him, achingly aware of every hot, hard inch of him. She kissed him back as if Chaeyoung could eat him alive. Her skin was damp and too sensitive, her breasts heavy and tender. Her clit throbbed for attention, pounding along with her raging heartbeat. She was vaguely aware of movement, and then the couch was against her back.
Jimin was levered over Chaeyoung with one knee on the cushion and the other foot on the floor. His left arm supported his torso while his right hand gripped the back of her knee, sliding upward along her thigh in a firmly possessive glide. His breath hissed out when he reached the point where her garter clipped to the top of my silk stocking. He tore his gaze away from hers and looked down, pushing her nightdress higher to bare her from the waist down.
"Jesus, Chaeyoung. It's a beach trip why you have to wear a garter and stocking" A low rumble vibrated in his chest, his hoarse voice sending goose bumps racing across her skin. Chaeyoung wear nightdress and she felt cold recently so she wear thick stocking but it attach with a garter so she just wear it anyway because she has no other option, she only bring one warm stocking, her socks is not enough to cover her legs.
"i'm so lucky you comeback" Jimin added.
In a daze, Chaeyoung watched Jimin's body lower to hers, her legs sliding apart to accommodate the width of his hips. Her muscles strained with the urge to lift toward him, to hasten the contact between us that Chaeyoung had been craving since she first laid eyes on him. Lowering his head, Jimin took her mouth again, bruising her lips with a fine edge of violence. Abruptly, he yanked himself away, stumbling to his feet. She lay there gasping and wet, so willing and ready. Then Chaeyoung realized why he'd reacted so fiercely, he wants her back.
Suddenly, she come back to her sense and push his chest to stop him touch her lips with his. Jimin turn his eyes to her and tilted his head in confusion. Chaeyoung only stare at him without saying anything because she's also confuse why she wanted this in the first place.
"What?" Jimin asked. "We can't." Chaeyoung answer still in heavy breath from the kissed that suck too much air for both of them.
"Rosie." Jimin's face turn into soft and cup her cheek. "I love you." Three words that make her widen her eyes and suddenly push him more to make them both sit straight on the couch in the living room. "This is wrong, i'm sorry i shouldn't push you" Chaeyoung said it while she grab her coat that she threw to head rest of the couch and walk fast to the stairs.
