Sneha PoV

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He was right, it wasn't a kiss. We kept kissing each other, senselessly. Gasping, I grabbed his neck, and I could feel a little smirk on his face. We began kissing again, with a little more hunger.
His hands travelled to my neck, he began kissing my chin and then behind my ear. He came to my lips again, and I missed it. I wanted him all, I wanted to savour every bit of this kiss.
He was all mine, mine.
Ahhh, I smiled a little at the thought of it. We were both breathless now, that moment I realised, I loved being kissed.
"My God," he gasped, "you're fun to kiss."
( F. Scott Fitzgerald)
I grinned, this sentence made me weak.
"What are you smiling at?" he asked, his voice raspy from all the kissing.
"Nothing." He gave me a disbelieving look.
"Nothing," I repeated.
"It's just, that I think I like kissing you a little too much, and you seem to like it almost as much as I do."
"And that surprises you?"
"Yeah."
He wouldn't understand, but yes... finally kissing someone you'd longed to kiss for so long and having him kiss you back with just as much passion...it was indescribable. The only thing I could say was that it did something to your heart, something that knocked you on your ass with the unexpected force of it. (Unknown)
"Let me kiss you more, maybe then you wouldn't be surprised at how I love to kiss you." He smirked
I was speechless, All I could hear was 'How I love to kiss you'. He grinned and his lips touched mine again. It's as if my lips have found their heaven, how I wish I keep getting kissed by him.
The kisses got sloppier, messier and somehow softer. I am at my limit but I don't want it to stop, "Jung...kook?"
He looks at me, smiling softly, "Yes, Sneha?"
I look at him in a daze.
He grins, so brilliantly, "I love it when you say my name," he says. " I don't even know why."
"Your name? Jungkook?"
He smiles wide, so wide. "God, I love that. Only when you say it."
"Jungkook?"
His eyes close. He tilts his head back. Dimples. (Unknown)
"Yes," he grins and kisses me more.
I forgot what I was going to say. I don't know how we are now lying on the bed, kissing each other. Our necks have some love bites. Agh, and that mole on his neck.
I cannot keep myself off it, it is just so sexy. I tend to keep kissing it.
"Do you like it? My mole?" He asks while smiling.
"It's very beautiful, I could keep on kissing it."
"You don't know what that does to me, honey."
"Tell me" I said, because I want to know.
A lock of his inky hair fell over his brow as he turned his head with a jerk, giving me his strong profile.
"I feel owned. By you. And I like it." (Unknown)
I smiled my widest, He is my man.

We were like the big spoon and little spoon while lying together. My head resting on his arm, my hands wrapped around him. I asked the dumbest question, "So we are boyfriend and girlfriend now?"
He gave me a long look, "Yes, love. More like future husband wife."
Ahahah, I am not the only one, who thinks of the future. I laughed it off for now.
"Stay here tonight."
"With me," He said.
I turned back to look at him.
"Let me hold you," he said
He pulled me in his arms again, my legs wrapped around him, and he held me close. I was so close that my head fell against his chest. We were so close that each time I took an inhale, I could listen to his heartbeats.
One breath, one beat.
Two breaths, two beats...
"Jungkook," I whispered as his fingers played with my hair. He pulled me in more as his warmth covered me whole, and I took in his scents. He felt like my favourite blanket, and I wanted to stay wrapped in him as long as I could. There were no sounds around us, only his inhalations and my exhalations. He began caressing my head and for the first time in a long time, I felt as if I were exactly where I was meant to be.
"You know" I whispered, moving my body even closer to him. We were from two different puzzles, yet still, we seemed to fit perfectly together.
"Yes?"
I took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.
"I like the way your heart beats." (Unknown)
And we lay in the dark,
breathing together,
the deepest intimacy. (Louise Glück)

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