Crimson Park

Chapter 14

It was sunrise before Jungkook pulled the SUV into your parking space. He walked you to your door, and you wanted so desperately to want to invite him in, but you were so exhausted you couldn't even form words. But he didn't even try to come in.

"I'm going to go for a run," he said, and if you had the energy, you would have cursed him for being able to even think about running. But you did have enough energy to wonder why he didn't want you right now, and despite all the logical explanations, you worried it was because you had revealed too much of yourself to him.

But that was alright. It would be easier this way, for this thing brewing between you to come to a halt, since inevitably it would have too. You could maintain this barrier and build back up every brick of yours he had torn down. It's not like you didn't know how.

But that evening, everything changed.

Up until then, the castle surrounding your sex life had at least been able to keep him at a distance. A quickie in the backseat; a quickie in the dining room; a quickie over the desk. Heck, you hadn't even seen him entirely nude despite him pounding you senseless seven times a week. You had completely avoided the intimacy that sex could bring with it – but that night, it changed.

Sometime after sunset, you heard a knock at your door. When you opened it, you found Jungkook standing there, and although him being there was unexpected, with one look at him, you knew what he had come for – you. He stepped across the threshold, not needing to say anything, and he kissed you softly, breathing you into him. He was unrushed, un-needing for anything but your lips, and you gave them to him so willingly. Then, he took you by the hand and led you to your bedroom. Your heart pounded in your chest the whole walk, and your blood bubbled in nervous anticipation, as if this was your first time.

There - under the cover of darkness - he undressed you slowly, worshipping your body with his hands, and peppering your flesh with the soft press of his lips. He pulled his shirt off of him, then his pants, and he stood before you, naked, lean, strong, handsome and your eyes drank in every inch of him you could see.

You splayed your palms over his chest, revelling in how firm the muscles were beneath his soft skin. Although you had previously drooled at the idea of finally handling his bare form this way, the action brought you something more than just lust.

He lifted your chin, covering your mouth with his, and pulled you into him by the small of your back. Your naked flesh brushed over one another's, from his chest, to your breasts, to his abs, to your belly, to the places where your hips met - and you explored every curve of each other's body with your fingers and palms. He lifted you carefully off the floor and onto his waist, wrapping your limbs around him as he walked you to your bed.

When he let you fall onto the sheets, he crawled up your body, his hands trailing up and down your sides, his fingers ever so slightly scratching your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His lips found yours and, once again, he did nothing but kiss you. His tongue searched for yours and when it found it, he massaged it softly with his. His lips then began to work their way down your neck, to your collarbone, then made a slow, sensual path down the centre of your torso, inching lower and lower with each agonising second.

He stopped to nip and lick along the skin just above your panty line. The sensation sent shivers up your spine, and your body, having a will only of its own, curled up towards him, your fingers carding through his hair, knowing the rest of you wanted and needed this.

But then he moved lower, and your trouble began. You thought you were fine... that with him you would be okay, but as he moved even lower, the familiar and unwanted guest of anxiety began to build from within your chest. You took a deep breath in through your nose to try to relax it, but when he planted a kiss on to the lace stretched over your mound, the heat from your core shot upwards to collide with your sense of apprehension.