Y/N's POV
"I love the smell of you," he whispered, pinching my chin between his teeth.
"Can I open my eyes now?" I asked. "I want to see you."
"Yes, you can," he replied, and his hand hovered toward the zipper holding my dress in place.
I raised my eyelids, revealing a stunning vista. We were on the terrace of the top floor of the hotel and could see most of the island of Lido. Flickering lights illuminated the night, shining over the waves breaking on the beach. The terrace was enormous—it had a private bar, a Jacuzzi, a few chaise longues, and a canopied gazebo with a bed inside, which made me think of the one in Jimin's garden. The difference was that the interior of this one was completely covered by canvas walls, and the mattress itself had a full set of sheets and a couple of pillows on it. I was pretty sure we'd be spending the night right here.
My dress slipped off and slid silently to the floor. Jimin's hands slowly traced a path along my naked skin, and his tongue lazily slid between my lips.
"You're not wearing underwear again, Y/N," he breathed, his lips still close to mine. "And you haven't done that for me this time, either. You couldn't know I'd be here."
There was no anger in his voice now. Only surprise and amusement.
"When I put the dress on, I thought you had picked it for me. I had no idea I would be going with Taehyung," I replied, pulling off his shirt and falling to my knees.
Steadily, I unbuckled his belt, glancing upward, looking for a reaction from that magnificent man. His hands were hanging limply beside his body. He didn't resemble the man who had so terrified me just a few weeks ago. With a quick, confident motion, I pulled his pants down, revealing an impressive erection.
"I can see you've been in a hurry, too. Or the meeting you've gone to wasn't of the kind I imagined," I said, looking at Jimin with a question in my eyes. "Where are your boxers?"
With a growing smile, Jimin shrugged and ran his fingers through my hair.
Slowly, I reached around his hips, placing my hand on his buttock and pulling him toward me. I was only inches away from his penis now. I gently grabbed the base and kissed the tip. Jimin moaned, the fingers in my hair drawing circles. I caressed him softly with my tongue and my lips until he grew steel-hard and swollen. I opened my mouth and slid it slowly into my mouth—all of it—wanting to feel every inch. I pulled away and pushed back at him, played with it, kissed it, and bit it until I felt the sticky fluid seeping down my throat. Jimin watched me the whole time, panting heavily.
He bent down, slid his arms under my shoulders, and lifted me. He kissed me on the lips, stepping toward the steaming Jacuzzi built into the terrace. Stepping inside, he sat me down astride himself. With his eyes looking deep into mine, me brushed his lips against the skin of my face and neck, until he reached my breasts. He softly sucked and bit my nipple, while his hands tightened on my buttocks. Suddenly his finger slid to a place that I hadn't really felt appropriate if we were to make love. I stiffened.
"Don't be afraid, baby girl. Do you trust me?" he asked, letting go of my erect nipple.
I nodded, and his finger started to gently rub the spot between my buttocks. Jimin lifted me and steadily but carefully impaled me on his phallus. I moaned, throwing my head back. The hot water intensified my every sensation. Jimin's movements were steady and delicate at the same time. He was passionate, greedy, but also tender.
"Don't be afraid of me," he said, sliding the tip of his finger into my anus.
I let out a loud moan of delight, which he immediately stifled with his tongue. He was impaling me harder and harder. The water sloshed against the walls of the Jacuzzi to the rhythm of his stroking hips, and a different wave—a wave of ecstasy like I hadn't known before—rose inside me.
