Catch 22 - JJK (21+)

Chapter 20 - Illicit

ARIA

Jungkook made love to me three times last night, each time more incredible than the one before. I couldn't remember how many big O's I'd had. After the fourth, I'd lost count.

I also hadn't the slightest idea at what point I'd drifted off to sleep. I only remember being utterly spent, thoroughly sated, and deliciously sore before I'd closed my eyes.

And I had awakened the same way.

Surprisingly, the man responsible was still lying next to me with our legs still entangled. One of his arms was possessively thrown over my waist, the other stretched underneath me, his chest doubling as my pillow, his beating heart the soundtrack to my dreams.

Waking up in the arms of this gorgeous man was something I could definitely find myself getting used to, although I wasn't quite ready to succumb to full wakefulness just yet. With my eyes closed, I immersed myself in the rapture of this fleeting moment. In this glorious dream I never wanted to be roused from.

I could tell by the soothing rhythm of his heavy breathing and the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath me that he was still in a peaceful slumber. A contented sigh escaped my lips as I snuggled even closer to his warmth, inhaling deeply and savoring his delectable scent. Even after endless hours of lovemaking, he still smelled like heaven.

When I did finally open my eyes and lift my head, I pulled back to get a better look at him. My breath caught as I noticed the sliver of soft, golden light that had peeked through the small gap between my dark drapes, highlighting the intricate details of his angelic features. Even the sun was drawn to his beauty, sneaking into my room just to smile upon his sleeping face.

I extended my hand to brush away the long, dark, beautifully messy fringe that concealed his eyes as I drank him in. Thoughts of waking up to this breathtaking view everyday for the rest of my life still dancing in my head.

But only for a moment.

As reality began to set in, my smile faded with the realization that he'd probably disappear from my bed the moment he woke up. He'd gotten what he wanted, so why stick around, right?  And as much as I hated to admit it, that was probably for the best anyway. After all, he was my student, and I needed to put an end to this crazy school love affair before it went any further than it already had.

Usually, I was good at compartmentalizing and not letting myself get attached in these types of situations, but Jungkook was different. He was dangerously addictive, and I knew letting him go wasn't gonna be easy.

Well... at least I can get my fill of this stunning scenery until he bolts.

I focused my attention back on the man lying before me. The sheet was only covering him from the waist down, allowing me to admire the fine musculature of his torso, his honey-toned skin flawless. I didn't want to wake him but my fingers seemed to have a mind of their own, following the same path as my eyes, down his neck and onto his chest.

The moment I touched him, flashbacks of our night of fiery passion flooded my senses, now reawakening the muscles deep in my core. I clenched them tightly as I pressed my thighs together in an attempt contain my sudden burst of excitement. I mean, I knew it'd be good, but seriously...

Best.
Damn.
Sex.
I've ever had.
EVER.

To say that Jungkook was very... mmmm.... skilled would be a serious understatement. I bit my lip at the thought.