Nothing more: part 23 - part 2

Jungkook took his time, his fingers brushing against her skin as he lowered the zipper. The dress fell open, revealing the black lace bra she wore underneath.

His eyes darkened as he took her in, his thumbs hooking under the straps, pushing them off her shoulders.
"You're killing me," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her collarbone, his tongue tracing a path down to the swell of her breasts.

y/n gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him close. He chuckled against her skin, his hands moving to her back, unhooking her bra with expert ease. The lace fell away, leaving her bare to his hungry gaze.

He took his time, his eyes roaming over her, taking her in. Then, slowly, he leaned in, "Baby, do you trust me?" he asked, his voice a low, husky murmur. She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "I trust you Kook."

He smiled, a slow, sensual curve of his lips, as he reached up, untying his tie. He folded it carefully, then stepped closer, his hands reaching up to gently blindfold her.

She felt the soft silk of his tie against her skin, the coolness of it a stark contrast to the heat of his fingers. He began to fold it carefully, his hands moving with a practiced ease, creating a makeshift blindfold.

She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling, as he secured the tie around her eyes. The world plunged into darkness, her other senses immediately heightening.

She could hear the soft rustle of Jungkook's clothes as he undressed, the faint creak of the bed as he moved, the soft sound of his breath as he leaned down to kiss her. She could feel him, his heat, his presence, his hands on her body, guiding her down onto the bed.

He kissed her, his lips capturing hers in a tender, explorative kiss, his hands cupping her face. She moaned, her body arching into his, as he began to kiss his way down her body, his lips trailing fire across her skin. He paused at her breasts, his tongue swirling around her nipples, teasing them into hard peaks, before moving lower, his hands tracing the curve of her hips.

She could feel his breath on her core, hot and tantalizing, as he reached up, "All mine," he murmured, his fingers tracing the edge of her panties. He didn't remove them, not yet, instead rubbing her through the damp fabric, his fingers finding her clit, circling it, teasing it, making her gasp and moan.

"K-kook," she moaned, her body arching into his touch. He responded with almost a growl and teasingly asked, "Do you want more?"
She nodded, but he wasn't satisfied with that type of answer. "I need to hear you beautiful, how much do you want it?"

"Please baby, i need you.." her breath hitching as his fingers hooked under the fabric, pulling it down. His smile turned dangerous.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, his eyes dropping to her center. "You're so fucking wet."
She blushed, her body squirming under his touch. He responded by leaning in, his tongue finding her clit, making her gasp.

He took his time, his tongue exploring her, tasting her, teasing her. He groaned against her, his fingers finding her entrance, pushing inside.

She moaned, her body arching into his touch, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him close. "Oh my god," she gasped, her body writhing, her hands reaching for him.

But he caught them, his hands holding hers down, his voice a low, commanding, "Slow down, baby.."

She moaned, her body clenching around him, as he began to move, his fingers sliding in and out, his tongue finding her clit, licking, sucking, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

But just as she was about to fall over, he pulled back, his fingers slipping out of her, his tongue leaving her clit. She cried out, her body aching with need, as she felt him move up her body, his lips finding hers, kissing her, tasting herself on him.