The Edge of Park Jimin

Chapter 4

He pulled me by the arm and brought me beneath him on the bed. There was a playful look on his face when he said "I can make you squirm too." He brought his lips to mine, giving me short but sweet kisses. I smiled through them.

He began trailing his kisses down my neck and back to the spot just below and behind my ear, which earned him a reaction earlier. A small sound escaped my lips this time while he nibbled on my skin. My hands came up to his chest, gently pushing him away unconsciously due to the intensity of the feeling. He chuckled and held my hands in his, kissing the same fingers that had only minutes ago drove him crazy. He kissed my palms and wrists, bringing them up above my head. Holding my wrists together with one hand, his other traced the features of my face.

He said he would make me squirm, but so far, the only bit of me that squirmed was my heart. His touch was so soft and kind, it was completely different from before. He was much more careful, the hint of desperation and hunger I felt beneath his every kiss and finger were now gone. All I could feel was an indescribable warmth; like he was somehow transferring something to me through my very skin. Rather than turning me on, it was...soothing. Comforting.

He placed kisses on each of my eyes, my nose, my cheeks, my forehead, and finally my lips. Each kiss made me feel more and more relaxed. His lips were so full and soft, I never wanted to be apart from them. He broke our kiss to look into my eyes for a few seconds. I couldn't read his expression; all I could do was stare into the brown of his iris and feel my heart pound against my chest. His hand lingered on my lips, tracing just bellow my lower. He planted 3 more kisses on me before rubbing his nose against mine and moving back down to my neck.

His hand followed his lips, thumb slowly rubbing on my skin. When he reached my collar bones, his fingers danced across my left while his lips made their way to the right. He reached the straps of my bra, then used both hands to trace along my skin just above the cups. He slowly inched the straps off my shoulders and then returned to tracing the skin along the cups. When he reached the skin on the underside of the cups, he sneaked his fingertips just below my bra's underwire.

I lifted myself to him, surprising him for a moment. I gave him a kiss and helped unbutton the back of the bra. I didn't meet his eyes when I broke the kiss and rested my back against the bed once more. I held the front of my bra in place with my right arm, suddenly feeling shy again.

He chuckled and gently held my arm, silently asking for permission. I let him lift my arm out of the way, but still couldn't look at him. He ran his hands over my cleavage and nudged the fabric out of the way ever so slowly. The moment my nipples felt the open air, I instinctually tried to cover them up again. He was prepared, however, and held both of my arms in place. I dared to glance at him for just a second, only to find his eyes engrossed on my body, his eyebrows pulled together and a hunger returning to his face.

He let go of my arms and brought his hands to my breasts, squeezing them gently. He massaged them in his hands, watching the skin seep through his fingers as he played with them. For a second he reminded me of a child, playing with a toy he'd never seen before, exploring all its features. His fingertips found my nipples and started to caress them. Next, his plump lips found their way down and he popped my right nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it gently, licking them inside his mouth slowly. That made me arch my back towards him, further encouraging him.

Each breast was given equal attention, whether by his hands or his mouth. By the time he moved on to trailing kisses down my abdomen, I was feeling bothered. I could feel my stomach tensing up, my skin begging to feel his. I wanted nothing more than to press myself against his bare chest, to let all my senses drown in him. I was suddenly overwhelmed by that feeling, realizing I was still feeling more flustered than turned on.