Bridge To My Heart

PART 5 - The perfect gentleman

In the midst of the most passionate kiss you've ever experienced, one that has you panting and prying at his clothes, you've already lost your dress and treading barefooted towards your bedroom.

Before you even reach the door, you're lifted off your feet by his strong hands clutching your thighs and wrapping them around his waist. His own shirt lost somewhere in the frenzy, you palm the firm wall of his pectorals, your thumbs skim his hard nipples.

Glorious muscle sheathed in the smoothest honey skin, his abs flexing as your hand travels down, back up, all across his shoulders to his arms where his biceps bulged. Every vein on his forearm stands prominent and feels marvellous under your hand. It was clear he took great care of his body, which might explain his exquisite appetite.

But right now, he was hungry for you. You can tell by the way he feasts on your lips as if he drew life from you.

He reaches the bed and lays you down with a contrasting softness to the way his firm grip on your thighs spread your legs for him.

You lift up on your elbows just enough for him to unclasp your bra, and you take the liberty of seeing that his belt comes undone.

He looks big beneath the tented pants, and you want to feel him, need to taste him. But once your bra comes off and your breasts spill out, he cups both and pushes you back onto the bed. He settles between your outstretched thighs, rolling your nipples between his fingers while he peppers your neck with wet kisses. Every nerve in your body tingles with sensation, every kiss he lays upon your skin has your toes curling.

You mantra his name in a whispered prayer falling from your lips. Your core yearns to be touched, but he was taking his sweet time, and it was driving you to insanity.

You can't help the fleeting memory of Yoongi passing through your mind.. how very different the feeling is.. how Yoongi never made you feel the way Jin is doing wonders to just your neck.

And then you remember you're still not divorced.

"Jin?" This time he stops when you utter his name with your voice quivering in fear. He looks up and sees the look of shame on your face.

"I've never been with another man besides -" You can't even get the name out, and a stray tear falls from your left eye. He cups your face in both hands, wiping away at the moisture with his thumb.

"That's okay princess."

"Is it? I feel like this is wrong." you admit, trying hard not to look him in the eye. But it's difficult not to - not when you could see a love so deep in his eyes.

"Let me show you." he whispers gently. "Let me show you how you should be loved, please." it's not a demand, or even a request. It sounds more like a plea.

Slowly, you let that little wall of shame crumble, and you nod your head, giving him the permission he seeks. Still locked on your gaze, he closes in on you, his warm breath hugging your lips, and when your body relaxes from the tension you'd built up, he encapsulates your lips with a kiss that seems to last forever.

He breaks away and climbs down your body, rewarding each voluptuous mound with a wet kiss, his tongue giving a few flicks to one erected nipple before working on the other side. Trailing kisses down between your breasts, his eyes stay firmly attached to your heated gaze. Your hand slips into his thick dark hair, but he gently revokes the act by holding your wrist and laying your hand back to your side.

The comforter feels gravelly compared to his soft locks, but he was steadily going down, kissing above your belly button, before dipping his tongue into the small cavity. Your back arches off the bed, grappling fistfuls of comforter as you lift your hips, willing him to do - whatever he wants to do to your eager core.