✔️ 40 Weeks [Book 1] | Jeon Jungkook

Week 38 - Part 4 (18+)

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Being with him like this again felt surreal and it was hard to tell if the flutters in her stomach were caused by Blueberry or nervousness. He touched her in some way the entire trip, from holding her hand while driving to standing so close to her that his body brushed against hers as he checked them into their hotel.

In the elevator, he proved that his calm exterior was just that: only on the exterior. He dropped their bags before the door had even closed completely, pressed her against the cold metal of the confinement, and explored her mouth as if his life depended on it. She kissed him back with the same urgency, briefly wondering if a camera could be watching them but not caring enough to stop.

Let them watch.

He didn't release her until the doors opened on their floor. His normally coffee-colored irises were now molten obsidian and fixated on her as he leaned over to pick up their things with one hand, then take hers with the other, only letting go to unlock the door of their suite.

He walked in, dropped their bags again, and walked straight to the bedroom with Hyun-Ji following closely behind. She tilted her head as he picked up the phone next to the bed and called who she assumed was the front desk, staring at her through hooded lids as the phone rang.

"Hi, my wife is pregnant and needs three, no, four more pillows to go to sleep. Room 406. Thank you."

There was that word again. Hearing it flow so easily from him in his smooth tenor coupled with the way he was hungrily watching her made her clench. The look on his face alone said he was horny as fuck, and what was the first thing he focused on?

Her comfort.

"Do you need anything else?" His voice was deep and breathy, both the question and his voice eliciting a rush of moisture to spill out of her, saturating her underwear. 

Yes.

Hyun-Ji closed the short distance between them and eased herself down to kneel in front of him. He looked spellbound as slowly she ran her hands up his taut thighs, and his breathing became shallow when she started to unbutton his jeans. She let his pants fall low on his hips, and he pushed his hair back and gripped it when she freed his erect member from his underwear.

It throbbed in time with his pulse, enticing her.

Just as before, she directed it away from the ceiling and down towards her mouth like a singer does a microphone, wrapped her moistened lips around his swollen tip, and shuddered with him as he tilted his head back and let out a groan from deep in his chest. He stiffened even more, treating her to the salty taste of his precum.

She took more of him in and out of her mouth, gradually making him slick until his entire length slid easily between her lips. She fell into a delicious rhythm, enjoying the feeling of him filling her, enjoying the taste of him.

Every sound he made, every unsteady breath, every time he looked down at her with hazy eyes full of both adoration and carnality only encouraged her further. She stared right back with eyes wide open, her perceived submission inviting him to begin to move his hips in time with her.