The year someone turns 18 they have the opportunity to be injected with a serum that will produce a soulmate mark somewhere on their body. This serum is costly and the procedure to get the injection is not covered by insurance.
A rare illness cropp...
I sigh because this is one question I am not sure I want to answer. Not just because I'd like to keep our private moments with each other just that, private, but also because I know this moment with Jin will vastly be different than it was with any of my other soulmates. So, I make the decision to verbalize my way of thinking. "Jin, I said you could ask me anything, and of course that is true. There are some things I may not wish to share though. That's partially because it isn't only my moment to share, but it's also because you three are vastly different people. I couldn't compare you to one another, nor would I even want to."
He nods and his eyes trace over the ribbon again. His gaze goes dreamy as he seems to become lost in his own thoughts and/or fantasies. "Jin, can I ask you what you are thinking?"
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"I want to touch you. I just am not sure where to touch you first."
I sit up on my knees. "Would you like me to come closer?"
I can see him mentally trace what he believes my intended trajectory might be, but I think with how shy he is still being that I might have to be a bit bolder than he expects. He nods his affirmation, and instead of simply scooting closer to him, like he predicted, I choose to straddle his lap. I'm thankful he chose to wear comfortable track pants as I can only just feel how his body pulses in reaction to my momentary dauntlessness through the few layers of fabric. "Is this too close, Sweet Jin?"
"No, Princess. No, I definitely want you here." Then he tentatively grasps either side of my hips with his hands as he courageously drags me closer even still. The friction of fabric between us has us both groaning out our growing desperation for each other. Some of his own resolve seems to break as his dew kissed lips cover my own.
All our shared kisses previous to this one added together can't compare to the amount of passion he unleashes with this single one. Or does each pass of his lips equal several separate kisses? Turn off mind! Why should linguistics matter when he is doing that surprisingly skillful twirl with his tongue? My toes curl of their own fruition when he repeats that talented trick.
I think I honestly whimper when he pulls back from the kiss. He leans against my ear and chuckles lightly. The way his breath tickles my earlobe makes me shiver all over. "That appreciative sound definitely makes me a little less worried." He pulls back and follows the line where the fabric folds closed over my body. "I think I would very much like to see what this robe is hiding now."
I pull away from him, so I can get up and step down to the floor beside the bed. Once I am standing before him I trace my fingertips teasingly across the bow of the ribbon. "Would you like to do the honors? Or shall I?"
I unintentionally stood just out of reach of his hands so once he situated himself on the edge of the bed and widened his stance he could pull me into the empty space he created. His hands are shaking, but this time I think there is a lot of eagerness mixed in with the trepidation he is displaying. I don't know if he pulls the sash ever so slowly for the benefit of saving the fabric or to delay his own growing curiosity, but once it naturally starts to part after loosening his eyes zero in on the bodice. Despite the embroidery on the lace I know there is no hiding my swollen nipples behind the sheer fabric. He grasps either side of my waist and pulls me closer. He shocks me as he dips me down slightly so I line up perfectly with his awaiting mouth. I thread my fingers through his hair as he extends tortuous attention with his plush lips and the delicate swipes of his eager tongue to my lace clad nipple.
