Intimately Enchanted → pjm ✓

Chapter 31

People usually killed to have a glimpse of Lorraine Acker. Meeting her was a dream come true for millions of people all around the world. Only a few ever got to fulfill said dream. But for Jimin she was a daydream, his daydream.

And when he said that, he didn't mean that he fantasized about her day and night. It meant that when she lay under the white covers with him, glowing gold, with her soft bangs kissing featherly on her forehead, her champagne eyes a tone lighter out of happiness, he felt like he was fucking dreaming. A dream where he could feel his heart pulling towards her, entangling in a raw connection with her own.

She was gorgeous. She was his gorgeous.

He wouldn't be surprised if he'd get it into his routine to cry every morning because he saw her as the first thing.

For Lorraine, the way Jimin held her waist and pulled her onto his lap was something else. It was the best thing in thing in the world, the way he left kisses on her body to make her laugh. The way he nuzzled his nose into her cheek before claiming her lips, it all made her open up with no fear. It was the best thing in the world because she could see him smiling from so close.

She felt careless. Wanted to hold his face close forever, she didn't want the summer to end. Ever. It was heaven on earth.

They didn't want to get out of the tangled nest of blankets they had made around them, learning eachother's bodies. Dazed and lost in their own little world.

"We don't have anywhere to go." Jimin murmured in her collarbone. "We can have sex like, all day."

She laughed, smacking his shoulder.

"What are you? Sixteen with no self control whatsoever?"

"That's because you make me loose it." Jimin whispered, voice husky, making her lips part open. "My self control."

Lorraine chuckled lowly. "I've invited other people to my island, I have hostess to play."

Jimin grunted disagreeingly. "They don't need it. You've got workers too, you're not going anywhere away from me. I have to learn each and every part of your body before I start with my world tour."

Before Lorraine could even argue, Jimin had already pulled down the thin strap of the tank top she was wearing, mouth attaching to one of her breasts, making her moan out in surprise, breathless already.

Her hands tangled in his soft, fluffy locks as her head fell back, urging his mouth to go harder on her skin. Jimin's other hand went to pull down the strap of her another shoulder, making her top fall and bunch around her stomach. His palm came to massage her other breast, making her keen high in her throat.

"Fuck, it's seven in the morning."

That made Jimin detach his plump lips from her skin. "You've never had morning sex, have you?" He asked, interest perked by the way he had his eyebrow raised.

"No, no, having morning sex threatens to ruin my five o'clock gym workout sessions–"

"Drama queen." Jimin cut her off and commented.

"What did you call me?"

Jimin grinned, grabbing her by the waist and flipping them over so that she was lying on the bed. His hands glided over her sides, working like hot coals on her already burning skin. She threw her head back when his lips met her abdomen, kissing his way down till her belly. She let out an involuntary moan, fingers tugging on his hair to urge him to do something.