"Mrs Music"

Chapter 22

*Yoongis pov

I have imagined this moment since the first time I saw her, at that awards ceremony 3 years ago, before I knew of her relationship with my father, before their actions stole my mother from me, before I hated her, and before I fell in love with her.
Yes....... I love her!

I am desperate to tear off her silky nightwear, to cover her entire body in kisses, to taste every inch of her. I am also very aware that her experience of sex in recent years has been more about Shauns punishment and domination of her. I will control myself, she deserves to feel safe and loved, precious and special. I resolve to be gentle, to concentrate on giving her pleasure, to show her what lovemaking should feel like.
I release her hand from above her head, concerned that she may feel vulnerable and threatened by even that light restraint. That bastard Shaun deserves all that is coming to him for hurting her!

My touch is light and caressing, my kisses soft and lingering. My actions are guided by her moans, and the response of her body to mine. I have decided that this will go no further than foreplay. 'Kenzie deserves to know that her feelings are being considered, that her enjoyment of the moment is important to me.
I explore her entire body, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, using my fingers, my eyes, my lips and my tongue. This is like no mindfulness I have ever practised but is certainly the most erotic, and not surprisingly, the most enjoyable! There is no room in my mind for anything but her right now. I allow my touch to linger in the places she shows the most response, her heavy breathing and small groans are signposts on the map of her body, directing me to the locations she enjoys most.
I can feel my own arousal pressing into the bed as I work my way down her body with my tongue. I ache to be inside her, but it is her experience that is of paramount importance to me right now. She has one hand on the back of my head, a fistful of my hair, tugging gently causing me to let out a sharp breath. She is driving me crazy!
I can tell her release is imminent. I can feel it, but I can see it on her face too.
I am awestruck. The feeling I have now is like that you experience when watching air filling up a balloon. You know pressure is building inside. You watch as it grows, expanding, increasing in size to the point that it's impossible not to tense up in preparation for the explosion that will come. The pressure inside becomes so great the tension has to go somewhere. Eventually, when it gets to be too much, the balloon explodes!
'Kenzie is the balloon!
I have never witnessed such an extremely beautiful physical response to anything before.

Her entire body convulses, she has both hands in my hair now and is pulling me up her body to her face, bringing my lips down to hers, tasting herself on my tongue. She wraps her feet around the backs of my thighs and draws me toward her, inviting me into her body. I have never wanted someone so much in my life, but I have promised myself that tonight is about her. I kiss her lips one last time, then pull away from her. It is the most difficult thing I have ever had to do. I roll onto my back beside her and grab myself. I don't need to move my hand at all. I am beyond sensitive, the skin so tense, all the blood in my body seemingly collected there. I actually feel dizzy. I explode, the evidence of my orgasm covering my lower abdomen. I shudder at the sensations, feeling sated but somehow also remaining famished!!

I wake up to the shrill ring of my alarm. 5am. I hate mornings!
I grab for my phone and turn off the unbearably loud, annoying sound. I immediately rise from the bed. I have learned from experience that I must, or I will go straight back to sleep.

I shower, the water cold to tame my unruly body into submission, the images of last night replaying in my mind. I focus my thoughts onto the purpose of my early start. My meetings at the office.

I dress quickly in some black jeans and a navy shirt, I add some silver jewellery and pull on my favourite black Dr Martens boots. I text a message to Mackenzie to let her know what time I expect to be back, and how much I'm looking forward to continuing our conversation of yesterday. Do I mention what happened once we got into bed? No!
What if she thinks that by omission I am regretting the events of last night? Oh god! "Get a grip Yoongi" I admonish myself!
I send the message as it is......