This time, when our lips connect, it is slow and sweet.

"I really like you too, Anna." He whispers against my lips. "I really, really do."

Feather light and soft, his lips coerce to life within me a flickering flame, a slow and magnificent burn.

It's been such a long time since I experienced anything like this, and though I'm scared, I can't bring myself to stop. His fingers leave burning trails across my skin as his full lips continue their slow, and ruthless assault. And if my heart beats any faster, I just might fly away.

My lungs begin to burn with the need for air at about the same time that I feel Seokjin's fingers, a ghost of a whisper against my skin that trails slowly down my side. I writhe with anxious anticipation as I feel him messing with the button on my jeans, but he pauses, as if waiting for permission.

I lift my hips, urging him to remove my pants, still too afflicted to speak. But he seems to get the memo.

With trembling fingers, he makes quick work of both the button and the zipper, and before I have time to change my mind, my pants are gone, and he is upon me once more.

"Jin!" I exclaim huskily, fingers kneading needing at the skin of his back as he settles himself above me, and attaches his lips to my neck.

I can feel the length of him through his jeans, through my underwear even, and I gasp, he's already hard.

"You smell so good, " he whimpers softly, "so soft."

My brain shuts off completely when his fingers return to my underwear, and as he shoves his hand inside of my underwear, fingertips like steel against my sensitive clitoris, I gasp.

My hands fly up to my face, shielding them from view as I writhe and rock against his fingers, keening as his digits dip inside of me. Apparently, Jin likes the little noises that keep tearing themselves from my throat, because he groans in response.

It is with disappointment that I notice his fingers being removed, and for a moment, I wonder if he's going to stop there. I keep my hands upon my face as I feel the sudden absence of his body against mine

But then waves of desire pull me under as I hear the sound of Jin fumbling with his belt.

I sit up partially peeking, through the cracks in my fingers, at Seokjin's face. He's biting the corner of his lower lip, dark lashes fused with his cheek from this angle as he struggles with his obstinate belt.

Once undone, he shrugs away his pants, and nearly flings them away.

I fall back onto the couch, hands still firmly hiding my face away. But as Seokjing returns, gracing me once more with his sweet, wicked heat, I feel his hands upon mine.

He yanks then away from my face, pulling my arms above my head and holding them there with one hand. The other supports his weight above me.

"I want you to look at me, " he groans, a feverish heat swirling within his chocolate irises. "I want you to watch just how easily you undo me, and I want to watch as you come undone."

He leans down, and places a lingering kiss upon my neck.

I moan, the feeling curling within my belly is euphoric and addictive. Mind numbing even. He rocks his pelvis against my core, hardened member creating friction that feeds into the delicious ache within me.

Feeling bold, I push my hips up to meet his, trying to chase the feeling of him against me. A sound not unlike a growl escapes from his throat, and within minutes he is buried inside of me and to the hilt.

Tears sting my eyes at the sudden intrusion. It's been a while since I slept with anyone, and he's a lot larger than anything I'm used to. I wimper a bit, and Seokjin, lost as he is to the pleasure of feeling me wrapped around him, still stops to give me time to adapt.

"You're so tight, " he groans wantonly, voice thick with lust and pleasure.

I chuckle through the pain, eyes still watering.

"It's been a while, " I reveal breathlessly, wincing when my words cause a jolt of pain.

But the pain quickly dissipates, however, Seokjin still doesn't move. My heart melts, appreciative that he is such a kind man. But as I lift my hips, driving him further inside, I gasp in pleasure, and conclude that I am more than ready.

He moans lowly, hips jutting forth as if of their own accord, subconsciously seeking that feeling once more. The pace that he sets is slow, tortuous. In, and out, he thrusts, throat making just as many needy sounds as my own. I watch with widened, hazy eyes as he bites his lips, trying, and failing, to strangle a particularly loud moan. His own eyes are dark and wild, obsidian irises and whispered promises. And his normally well groomed hair is unkempt, tousled by our activities.

The closer I get to my orgasm, the tighter I hold Jin. By now, it legs are wrapped around him, and I am beyond the point of embarrassment. Unsatisfied to sit back and receive without any effort on my part, and frustrated with the slow, methodical thrust of his hips, I lift my own hips in time with his.

He nearly combusts on the spot.

Something changes then, and as he begins to drive his member into me with increasing tempo, I realize that he had been holding back. Now, it's all I can do just to hang on for dear life. I may as well be speaking in tongues for all the gibberish coming out of my mouth, and when I climax, it is done with a shout of his name.

And watching Seokjin cum while he is staring into my eyes, is one of the hottest things I have ever experienced. I cum twice.

But he doesn't pull out. Rather, he wraps his arms around me and flips us over, so that I am on top. He softens inside of me, but remains sheathed inside as we cuddle, and I'd be lying if I said that I don't enjoy it. Intimate and sweet, Seokjin smiles, the kind of smile that is a complete contrast to the heat that we had experienced only moments ago.

"That was amazing, " he is just as breathless as I feel.

"I think that's supposed to be my line, " I murmur sleepily.

He grins happily.

"I want you to know, " he says, cupping my face with gentle fingers, "that I'm not letting go of you. I promise that I won't ever lie to you again, so please forgive me. Please don't give up on me either. I think that what we have is real special."

"I think so too, " I admit, yawning sleepily. It is long past my bedtime. "I'll forgive you this once, I suppose."

He chuckles, and I smile brightly in response.