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Amanda

I kept convincing myself that I was an adult, and I was just going to have sex with him, with protection, without any kind of strings attached. We already did it anyway. However, that was an accident. Now we were going to do it properly and experience what it feels like.

'Only sex.' 

I didn't even know much about Taehyung to get romantically involved, but I knew he was super hot and sexy, and that was enough to be able to sleep with him. I probably had these ideas bundled up in the back of my head, and those dirty thoughts just let loose while I was intoxicated.

I thought about this over a few days and only then did I decide, so I will definitely not regret anything that I do with him today.

And we didn't make any plans for anything that would happen after today, and, honestly, I didn't want to think too much about it. I wanted to keep my mind as free as possible and be able to enjoy proper first-time sex, which I was highly doubtful I would be able to do given how nervous I was at the moment.

Throughout the ride we didn't speak a word to each other. The silence felt comfortable, though. Taehyung drove into a deserted street, and at the end of the blind-ended street was a pretty looking stand-alone house, not too huge and neatly perched amongst some full-grown trees. Pulling over in front of the gates, Taehyung unbuckled his seat belt and got out to open the gates.

As he pushed open the two gates with his veiny hands that he deliberately exposed by rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, I let my eyes wander over his clothed body, carefully studying his movements. His chestnut brown hair shimmered in the sunlight and his shirt billowed with the wind, clinging to his perfect body and making my brain go into dirty mode.

'Not gonna lie, he would DEFINITELY look hunk handsome without the clothes on.'

And that perfect face of his, with those sunglasses on—it really was getting hot in there for me.

He walked back to the car, running his fingers through his luscious locks; my eyes shamelessly following him, and I wouldn't blame them for it.

Taehyung drove inside the garage of the house and turned off the ignition. As we unbuckled our seatbelts, he turned to me, and I looked up at him, and without warning, my heart began thumping wildly.

"Shall we go in?" He asked in his seductive deep voice that I was so whipped for already.

I nodded with a foolish smile, and then we both got down, and I followed him down the walkway leading up to the main door of the house. The place was maintained meticulously—a well-manicured lawn, neatly trimmed bushes lining the walkway, trees groomed to perfection, and there was not a speck of dust or dried leaves or anything that was out of place. I figured that Taehyung must be that rich kid who had a few servants working round the clock to take care of him and his pretty house.

He unlocked the door and we both stepped inside. If the exterior was neat, the interior was mindblowing. Every article inside was exquisite and expensive—the couch, the carpets, the curtains, the lamps...everything. And again, the interior of the house was immaculate.

"Come" he stepped to my side and gestured for me to walk in further. 

"Your house is beautiful," I complimented as I walked past him.

"Thank you. The servants do a good job," he said with a chuckle as he took off his sunglasses and put them on the coffee table, brushing aside the bangs from his forehead.

'Okay, so the servants it is. Knew it!'

"Sit down and be comfortable. I'll get you something to drink," saying so, he went to the kitchen.

I sat down on the couch, inspecting my surroundings. The place did make me feel comfortable as my body sank into the plush couch, and I leaned back letting my muscles relax. I didn't even realize that I had closed my eyes and let my head lie back on the backrest of the super soft couch.

"Amanda, are you feeling sleepy?" Taehyung's deep voice called out to me.

I sat up, shaking my head with a smile.
"No, no. I was just relaxing," I got the glass of pineapple juice that he held out to me.

He sat down, too, with his glass of juice, and we both had our drink in silence. Taehyung was tapping his feet on the floor, and his eyes were wandering all over the room. He was also biting his lips after every sip he took. I figured that he was just as nervous as I was.

After the juice, we would probably head straight to the bedroom, and there was no denying that my body and mind were already beginning to behave weirdly.

The juice glasses were emptied in a jiffy, after which he turned to look at me. Taehyung swallowed hard and licked his lips. I bit my lips and fiddled with my fingers. We were silently looking at each other for a while.

'Why isn't he asking anything? Damn! I don't have all day. I have to be back home before my mom gets back home from work.'

"Umm... so.. Shall we?" I spoke first.

'Goddammit! I am desperate, ain't I? Sure... that's fine.'

"Yeah. Let's go to my room," he bobbed his head nervously and got up to walk ahead of me.

The hallway leading up to his room was festooned with lots of beautiful paintings, but I was too nervous to halt and admire them or talk about anything at all. My heart kept pounding like crazy.

Taehyung opened the door to his room and turned on the lights inside. The soft lights flooded the room, and I was finally standing in a place inside this house that actually looked like it belonged to a bachelor.

There was a bunch of out-turned clothes strewn on a chair in one corner, the bed wasn't made properly, and the laundry basket in another corner had a sock lying outside it. The room smelled great though, and I felt more comfortable in there than anywhere else in the house. The large glass windows in the room didn't even have any curtains—just a typical bachelor's bedroom it was.

"You want to take a shower?" He asked me, turning to look at me and interrupting my scanning of the room.

"Umm... Yeah. But I didn't bring a change of clothes." I shrugged with a sheepish grin, and he laughed in response.

"That's okay. I don't think we'll need any." His every syllable flirted, and I laughed feeling all nervous and blushy.

"There are towels inside the bathroom. You can shower here. I'll be right back after a shower in that room," he pointed to the room directly opposite to his.

"Okay," I smiled, and he nodded and left, closing the door behind him.

I took off all my clothes and kept them on the chair, on top of some of Taehyung's clothes that were already lying there, stepping into the bathroom thereafter.

Fortunately, he had shower caps, otherwise my hair would be a mess, and I didn't even bring my hair products along. It would anyway take half a day to fix my hair, and I couldn't use his shampoo, too, because he had flowy silky hair, unlike my wiry mess of a bird's nest that demanded specific products.

So, I put my hair up in a loose pineapple bun and slipped on a shower cap from the sink counter. I took a warm and relaxing shower, using his shower gel that smelled so fine. I loved masculine scents, and when I smelled like that, I found myself irresistible. After the shower, I wrapped the towel around my body and took off the shower cap. As I stepped out of the bathroom, I heard the clicking sound of the doorknob, and I froze on the spot.

Taehyung walked in with just a towel wrapped around his waist, and my eyes doubled in size seeing his sizzling hot, shirtless body. Even though we hadn't done anything yet, the sight still made my toes curl.

'THE ABS! I'M DEAD.'

Half-Greek, Half-Korean. I mentally confirmed the fact and prayed that I shouldn't pass out from his hotness. When my eyes met his, I found my whole body blushing because he was letting them roam over my body from head to toe while slightly biting the corner of his lips.

The fact that I was naked beneath the towel, the tiny water droplets slowly gliding down his toned chest and smooth shoulders, his wet hair sticking together in clumps and his intense eyes that were devouring me—absolutely none of it was helping my situation.

Taehyung looked downright edible.

He placed the condom on the bed and took a few steps forward and, finally, his eyes met mine. Taehyung tilted his head to the side and gestured for me to come closer, using his index and middle fingers. I walked up to him with wobbly legs, my breathing a little accelerated as I stood two feet away from him while fighting my eyes to stay focused on his eyes.

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"Can you guys move your staring contest to later?" Jimin interrupted our intense gaze-lock battle and poured out glasses of vodka to top the ice cubes that were stacked up in four glasses.

Taehyung never quit staring, and it was turning me on big time. Funny how my husband—the one man who I have seen and had for myself in every possible way over the years—can make me feel twitches by just looking into my eyes. I still felt naked under his gaze.

I chose to ignore his stares for a while and picked up my glass, as did the others. We all clinked them softly with a not so soft 'clash' echoing through the room.

"To all the great things that Taehyungie has achieved over the years. To our true friendship. To the missing bunny. And to all the happy days that lie ahead of us. Cheers, guys!!" Jimin said ecstatically, and we all gulped down our first round of the alcoholic drink.

My husband grimaced at the bitterness and heat of the drink flowing down his throat and pursed his lips, nodding in satisfaction.

The glasses were refilled in an instant.

Taehyung cleared his throat and began,
"Thank you, guys, for always being there for me, cheering me and supporting me at all times. Thank you to my lovely wife, my sexy ramen, who always knows what I need to feel and hear. Thank you, baby!" He kissed my cheek. "To all the good days to come. Cheers!"

We all swallowed our second drink and decided to take a breather before getting another drink. Jimin had ordered some snacks to be delivered to the room earlier, and we started picking at it while we simultaneously began speaking of irrelevant things. The volume of our conversations and laughter just kept getting louder by the moment. After a while, the glasses were refilled.

I cleared my throat,
"To Jungkook who couldn't join us today. To my dear bear for all his accolades and for everything more that's yet to come his way. To the cringey and cute couple Jimin and Sooya. I hope you're married away happily..."

"With 5 kids who will sleep only on your bed." Taehyung added seriously, and we all burst out laughing, "Cheers!"

We downed our third drink and Jimin began cursing his seniors at work, indicating that he was about to pass out. Yet, the last round of drinks for the night was shared between the four glasses and ice cubes were added.

Lifting the glasses in the space between us, Sooya spoke,
"To the Kim's whose little versions we wish to see soon. To our dear Jungkookie who couldn't make it here today and, finally, to my Jiminie. I love you," she pecked his pout, and we all screamed, "Cheers!"

With that, the bottle was emptied and Jimin crashed on his back onto the carpeted floor. I picked up the glasses and placed them on the table and Taehyung, too, staggered up to his feet.

"You guys not gonna eat?" He squinted at Sooya who only shook her head and began pecking at the remainder of the snacks.

"Let's go then," he wrapped his arm around my waist, and we left the room, heading straight to the beachside restaurant. My alcohol tolerance was pretty good, and I didn't feel so hazy, yet, I felt light-headed and happy and definitely lusty.

We had a light meal at the restaurant that was situated close to the ocean and allowed us a clear and unhindered view of the sea that glistened under the moonlight like a tapestry of brilliant crystals.

The calming sound of the waves and the cool sea breeze blowing through my clothes, along with the added punch of the alcohol, was making my skin bristle, and my thighs stiffen with need and anticipation.

After signing the check, my husband and I headed to the beach for a walk.

 
Taehyung

I could read my wife like an open book, and the way she kept softly rubbing the sides of her neck and crossing her legs, keeping them tight all throughout dinner time didn't go unnoticed by me. She needed to feel my love, and I had to make it up to her after the earlier interruption today.

Amanda walked ahead of me through the thicket of trees leading to the beach, and I followed her closely while turning back to check if anyone was following us. She was dressed in a pair of denim shorts from earlier, and an oversized white button-up shirt that wasn't properly tucked in or buttoned up and revealed a delicious amount of cleavage.

The full moon glistened against the dancing waves and fell upon Amanda, highlighting her beautiful figure. Her skin literally shone in the moonlight, and I couldn't hold it back anymore. I enveloped her smaller frame in a bone-crushing hug, and she stumbled; her bouncy steps coming to a halt.

Turning her around, I pulled my wife to my chest and crashed my lips on hers. She rose to her toes and wrapped her hands around my neck as our lips parted, and our tongues twirled. I cupped her ass in both my hands, lifting her up effortlessly, and she wrapped her legs around my waist without breaking the kiss.

My one hand held the back of her neck, pulling her deeper into the smooch while my other hand grabbed her right breast and massaged it. She moaned into the kiss, sensually sucking on my lower lip.

I let her feet land on the sandy ground beneath and laid down on my back. She loved sex in the open, as much as I did, or even more. Without a word, she unbuttoned her shorts and took it off along with her panties, and I lowered my shorts and underwear just enough to free my raging erection that came out springing and twitching.

Mandy sat on my hip, straddling me and stroking my rock-solid length in her soft hand a few times.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you," she winked and blew me a kiss.

Smirking, she lowered herself onto me and let me fully enter her. I growled, stroking the silky skin of her thighs and letting her dominate me.

She swiftly unbuttoned my shirt as her hips kept rocking against mine, and pushed aside the fabric to expose my chest. Her fingernails grazed my skin, and she kept touching my sensitive spots most erotically—my neck, chest and stomach. I held tight on to her hips and thrust in deeper and faster, causing her to gasp and bounce.

With a few powerful thrusts and a string of curses that left my mouth, I came undone inside her, and she threw herself forward, latching her lips onto mine.

We kissed each other feverishly while I let my hands grab her breasts. She pulled away slowly and moved to let me out of her body and slowly pulled up my pants to cover me up. She then wore her panties and shorts, too. 

I stood up and dusted my thighs. Amanda pulled me in for a tight hug and mumbled into my chest, "Taehyung... I love you."

"I love you, baby," I hugged her tighter and stroked her back.

"Wanna play in the water?" She looked up at me, smirking.

Her energy is really something!

Smirking and humming in response, I took off my shorts and shirt that was already unbuttoned. She was about to take off her clothes when I stopped her,
"You look hotter in wet clothes."

Smiling, she yanked her hand off and began running towards the waves. I ran following her, and we both stepped into the slightly cold, shallow waves. Amanda ran around giggling, and it was almost impossible to catch her. She was sneaky and slipping around like a fish, and I stopped now and then to look at her stunning figure clad in wet clothes.

I felt horny again already, yet she ran around in the water. With a few swift moves, I tackled her, and we both fell inside the deeper and warmer waves, with me tightly hugging her from behind.

When the wave receded, I got up with her in my arms, and we walked back to the shore, with sand inside our clothes and hair, drenched from top to toe and laughing.

I flipped my wet hair back and quickly changed into my dry shorts that were lying on the sand. She, on the other hand, removed every piece of wet garment on her body and slipped into my dry shirt that barely managed to cover her bottom, attacking my eyes and hormones mercilessly.

"Are you feeling cold?" I asked her.

"You want to warm me up?" She winked at me teasingly.

"I do. Let's get back to our room now. Your bottom is on full display though," I slapped my hand on her cold ass, stroking and squeezing the soft flesh as we walked away from the beach, through the deserted pathway across the line of trees and back to our room.

Pfft.. this was among the first few chapters I wrote for this book.

Uff! *dirty thoughts activated* 👆
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Published on : 10/04/2021