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Amanda

"Uhmm…" Taehyung cleared his throat, preventing my eyelids from drawing shut. "So how did you like it?" He asked me first; his voice came out a little hesitantly.

'Hell yeah! I loved it. But I didn't climax. Is that how it's supposed to be? Then how and when do I finish? I thought we would both climax at the same time... how naive of me.'

"I liked it, too." I smiled, failing to tame the blush on my cheeks. "How about you?" I turned to my side to look at him.

Taehyung was lying facing the ceiling, with his arms folded under his head. I covered myself up to my chest with the sheets, and he had covered himself up to his waist.

He turned his head to look at me and smiled, "Yeah, me too..."

I smiled, too, and returned my gaze to the ceiling.

'Should I ask him about it? Would he know though?'

After a moment of silence, however, I decided to ask him about it. Turning my head in his direction, I was a little startled to see that he was still looking at me with his alluring eyes.

"Uhmm... I didn't finish, actually," I said softly.

Slightly alarmed, he raised his head off the pillow and turned to his side to lie down facing me, resting his temple on his palm.

"What do you mean?" He asked, rather surprised.

I nodded, feeling embarrassed by this shameless confession that I just made.

"Oh. I'm so sorry. I didn't realize..." he licked his lips. "Uhm… I can help you now if you're ready for it," Taehyung inched closer to me.

I was blushing hard and trying to hold back my heart from exploding, yet he ignored all of that and gently grabbed the sheets covering my body; his fingernails grazing my skin in the process. His one hand still rested against his temple as his other hand gently lowered the sheet, slowly uncovering every inch of my body to him.

He was literally eating me up with his gaze, and what was sexier was the fact that he was fully observant of the effect he had on me, the way my body reacted to his touch, the way my skin bristled and nipples hardened when his fingertips touched my sensitive spots—everything; he was diligently studying my body.

Taehyung threw the sheets to the floor and placed his warm hand on me, stroking my thigh firmly yet sensually. Reflexively, my thighs tightened, my toes curled, and then my body relaxed before my legs opened up, allowing his hand to latch on to me.

Using his slender fingers—the length of which I found myself getting obsessed with—he opened my slick lips and stroked along my wet folds, earning a few low moans from me. It felt out of the world, and my eyes rolled back in pleasure.

I shut my eyes, my eyebrows furrowed and my body shuddered every time his fingertips flicked my sensitive nub. He quit teasing me and began rubbing circles on my clit with the pad of his warm thumb while his one long finger entered me. Soon he added another finger and began pumping in his fingers hard and fast while stroking my clit faster.

I moaned through parted lips, and the familiar pressure began building up in my lower abdomen. My thighs began buckling, and Taehyung was quick to throw his leg over my legs to keep my thighs in place. His hands conjured up magic, and soon the cords of my release snapped. I clenched the sheets beneath me into a tight fist and let out ragged moans of pleasure while breathing hard.

"Keep going," he encouraged me in his deep raspy voice that sounded close to my ear.

He kept sensually kissing along my jaw; his smooth chest pressed to my side, and then my stomach pulsated when I felt his fingers twirling and curling within me, making me last longer.

Taehyung pulled his fingers out, and I slowly opened my eyes to look at him. Without second thoughts, I lightly grabbed his hand and thrust his fingers into my mouth, sucking on his slender fingers and tasting myself with a deep hum of approval.

He moaned deeply and moved his fingers against my wet tongue, letting my tongue glide between his fingers, grunting and cursing at the pleasurable sensation. Once I let go of his fingers, he instantly thrust them into his mouth and sucked them while still looking at me.

"Since you didn't let me taste you," he smirked, winking.

Taehyung's hand found its way to my stomach and he began stroking gently around my navel; his one thigh still rested on top of my thighs. I only let out a suppressed moan although I felt high voltage currents flowing through every inch of my body.

'Goddammit! His lips look so good. I feel like devouring them, but I also want to feel love in my first kiss. I don't want it to be a lusty kiss.'

He leaned in and planted a lingering kiss on my cheek and his hand glided past my breasts, very delicately yet deliberately brushing against my hardened nipples, his fingers briefly curling around my breasts. His hand then crawled past my neck and finally cupped my jaw.

"You're so beautiful," Taehyung whispered into my ear, gently biting on the shell of it before he leaned back; his hand still gently caressing my jaw.

"You, too. My eyes hurt because you're just so handsome," I confessed, and he chuckled.

"So can I get dressed now?" I asked him.

'I don't want to cuddle with him because that's definitely a couple thing, and I intend to keep this as just a sex-only thing with Taehyung. This feels right.'

He sighed and fell back in bed, shrugging. 

"If you want to."

Chuckling, I got out of bed and headed straight to the chair where I kept my clothes and began wearing each piece of clothing while Taehyung still lay in bed with his hands folded under his head. He kept watching me with his unwavering gaze while I got dressed.

'Voyeuristic... but that's one of my kinks...'

So, I didn't really mind. I was actually enjoying it. Once I was done, I ruffled my curls and scrunched them a bit. They seemed a bit unruly and messed up, but I could always fix them up at home tomorrow.

When I shifted my gaze to him, he smiled innocently like a little kid, and my heart nearly exploded.

'Just like that? He literally went from daddy mode to bread mode in like two milliseconds. Whoa!'

However, I mentally slapped shut my gaping mouth.

"You're not getting up? I'll call a taxi," I announced, picking up my phone from the table.

"No, no. Hold on. I'll get dressed in a bit. I was just so much into watching you get dressed. Give me a minute," he said, walking up to his closet while clumsily holding on to the sheets around his waist.

"Nothing that I haven't seen." I mocked at him and giggled, making his face erupt into the most adorable blush.

I plopped on the bed and scrolled through stuff on my phone while I side-glanced at him getting dressed. When he was done, I fixed the bed a bit and walked out of his room behind him.

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Unlocking the door to our room, I entered it and found Taehyung standing in a corner facing the window and speaking to someone over the phone. He didn't have any clothes on; he had loosely tied the bed sheet around his waist, and his hair was all messed up. When he heard me entering the room, he turned around and waved to me with a smile, continuing with his call.

I placed my purse and sunglass on the table and began folding our used clothes and stuffing the sandy clothes inside plastic bags to be washed at home later. A few minutes later, I was done tidying up, and my husband was done with the call, too.

"You're feeling better now?" He tossed his phone aside and sat down on the bed beside me.

"Yeah, honey. I'm all charged up. You should go and eat now. They close breakfast at ten," I checked my watch. "Thirty minutes from now."

"My wife is a better meal," he mumbled against my cheek and planted a firm kiss there.

"Horny bear..." I laughed and slapped his thigh, slightly squeezing it.

"How about we go swimming later today? What plans do Jimin and Sooya have?" He quizzed me as he got up from the bed and discarded the bedsheet around his waist.

"They've an appointment at the spa later today. We can go to the pool." I watched him as he wore his shorts and pulled out a T-shirt from his bag, slipping into it thereafter.

"Sounds good. I'll have something to eat and be back in a while," he placed a chaste kiss on my forehead, wore his sunglasses and headed out of the room.

 
Taehyung

"Jimin-ah, two days back, I met Namjoon," my voice came out laden with worry, making Jimin's eyes widen in horror.

"What? Where? What is he doing here? I thought he wouldn't leave London," he shot his questions like arrows.

The same unsettling question was plaguing my mind as I nervously ran my fingers through my hair and leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table.

"I have no idea. I feel he's here to create trouble. Something doesn't feel right at all. I've been trying my best not to get Mandy worried, but a few days back, I really freaked out. You know the night we met for dinner," I took a sip of my milkshake and leaned back in my seat.

"Was that when you met him?" He questioned me with a pout.

"No. I bumped into him two days ago at the mall."

Jimin let out an amused laugh.

"I bet he didn't 'bump into you'. He must have been following you around," he stated the facts, which was clearly what was on my mind, too.

Namjoon was capable of that and more.

"I think so, too. He still wants revenge. I'm worried for Amanda... I feel horrible. What if he tries to take her away from me? Or even worse, take me away from her? He's definitely more powerful and resourceful than all of us put together," I sighed deeply and buried my face in my hands, massaging my weary eyes with the base of my palms.

"I know he's horrible. Sooya still gets nightmares, and it gets so hard for us. What do we do now?" Jimin was starting to get worried.

"I have no idea. That day at the mall, I was trembling inside, but somehow managed to come back at him and get away. But I'm sure he will not stop at that. I don't want to talk about this and get my wife all worked up..." My phone buzzed and interrupted our discussion.

It was a call from the hospital, a continuation of the call from earlier. I spoke briefly and ended the call before Jimin and I headed back to our rooms. My wife had laid out our swimming clothes on the couch and everything else was packed and put away neatly.

We stepped out to take a walk around the sprawling resort gardens, and, when I was with my wife, all my worries just seemed to vanish into nothing. Just her presence around me and the assurance that we were together was enough to calm down my anxious nerves.

After an hour, we headed to our room, changed into our swimming clothes and went straight to the smaller infinity pool, tucked away behind the seaside restaurant and surrounded by coconut trees and fancy palms, making it more private than the bigger pool that was right outside our rooms.

We took a shower to wet ourselves and got into the pool. The bikini that my wife wore today was one that I bought for her when we went to Thailand, right after our med school graduation. Her body was just perfect to my eyes, and I always loved seeing her clad in skimpy pieces of clothing, even though she looked sizzling hot without any.

Amanda didn't want to dip into the water because her hair was done last night. She put her hair up in a pineapple bun and floated around in a corner while I swam a few laps before settling down beside her. We both sat down at the edge of the pool with our legs inside the water, and I swung an arm around her shoulder.

We didn't speak a word, and the silence felt so comfortable, yet there was so much that I wanted to pour out to her. I turned to look at her, and she looked so relaxed and calm. I wouldn't do a single thing to upset her at this moment. Slowly sliding my hand down her arm, I pulled her closer into a side hug. She smoothed her hand over my chest and turned around a bit as her hand slid to the back of my neck.

Leaning forward, I closed my eyes and claimed her lips in an intense smooch, letting our tongues clash for domination. Her other hand slid up my bicep, her fingertips softly tracing the tattoo on my arm that she admired so much, and finally cupped around my jaw, making me tilt my head and deepen the kiss.

Lust overpowered every other emotion inside me and not caring a bit about where we were, I slid my hand under the bust line of her bikini top, grabbing her breast and squeezing the soft flesh, teasing her nipple between two fingers and making her moan into the kiss.

I was aroused, and my wife was letting her tongue glide against mine while making sinful sounds that made me want to take her raw, right there. Yet, we wouldn't want some random kids walking in on us or even worse, getting caught by Jimin while we had sex, and, to top it all, my wife would shamelessly put forward a proposal for a threesome.

Quickly dismissing the thought of sex at the poolside, I whispered against her lips,

"Let's go back to the room," and she sighed in response when I slid my hand away from her breast.

We walked back in silence to our room, and once the door was locked behind us, I swiftly pushed her back against the door and slammed my hands on either side, trapping her between my frame and the door.

"Take everything off." I commanded while staring deep into her alluring eyes.

With her steady gaze locked with mine, she slightly arched her back and untied her bikini top and bottom, kicked them to a corner. She then pulled down my shorts, setting me free. I kneeled down in submission and pulled her closer by putting my hands on her perfect round ass.

Amanda's back arched against the door when I parted her slick lips with my fingers and blew on her dripping wet core, watching her body shudder. I buried my face in her and captured her aching clit in my lips, twirling my tongue around in her wetness. She was being loud, just as I loved it.

Bringing her hands to hold my head on both sides, she rocked her hips lightly, and I ran my tongue along her wet folds, tasting her honey that generously coated my nose, lips and chin.

Supporting her back against the door, she lifted a foot off the floor and brought the back of her knee to firmly rest on my shoulder, giving me more access to her super sensitive spots. I let my tongue glide into her entrance, and the slurs that escaped her pretty mouth were enough to get me leaking.

Pulling away from her wetness, I got up to my feet and guided her to the bed. With wobbly feet she reached the foot of the bed and bent down, pushing her ass out to me and resting her palms on the bed. I held her hips firmly and let myself dip into her wetness with slow and calculated thrusts.

Her walls clenched around mine and Amanda moaned hard as she climaxed before me. Thrusting, pumping and hissing impatiently, I groaned and squeezed her hips hard, almost bruising her skin, as I chased my own release. Slowly, the upwelling of all the built-up tension snapped, and soon I released deep inside her while I still kept grinding and panting hard.

Pulling out carefully, I guided her to the bathroom where I slipped on a shower cap to protect her curls, and we showered each other with the slippery shower gel as well as with loads of kisses, after which we decided to finally step out and get dressed.

Last two chapters of LUST coming up tomorrow!!

Published on : 10/06/2021