*Mackenzie pov
He is damn good with his tongue, and fingers too. He plays my body like an instrument, a regular Mozart, eliciting notes from my vocal chords I didn't know it was possible for me to make!
He sends me over the edge, I feel myself become both lighter and heavier at the same time.
Yoongi stands and is about to come down on the bed beside me but I sit up and place my hands on his abdomen. I will never tire of that firm feeling as I run my hands out to his hips, his manhood perfectly positioned infront of me to allow my lips to find the tip. I lick it firmly, then place a gentle kiss on the end. He sucks in air through his teeth and places his hands on my head, one on my cheek, the other at the nape of my neck, but he doesn't take this opportunity to shove himself right down my throat as Shaun always did, he allows me to set the pace and I love him for that.
I LOVE HIM!!
This realisation brings tears to my eyes. Yoongi notices immediately and withdraws a little, tilting my chin up. I peer up at him through my fringe, my tongue still extended, and he looks mortified.
"What is wrong? Should we stop?" he questions, stroking my cheek and my hair simultaneously.
"Oh, nothing is wrong...... I just realised something, that's all"
"Oh?" his tone curious, and maybe a little concerned.
"Yes...... I know I'm so much older than you, and you'll probably want to spend your future with someone closer to your own age, but I have come to realise that I love you. Yoongi, I'm IN LOVE with you, and even if nothing more comes of.... whatever this is.... I'm ecstatic that I am having this experience with you"
He chokes out a small sob, and places his thumb and forefinger into the corners of his eyes as if to stem the flow of tears. I return my attention to his beautiful member, licking the length from the base to the tip, then taking him fully into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat. He tries to pull out, telling me he is close, but I put my hands behind him, clutching his bum tightly and pulling him further into me, signalling my willingness to taste him. He moans, tenses and I feel the warmth of his orgasm flow into my mouth. I swallow. He removes himself from my mouth with a little chuckle of disbelief and sits beside me on the bed.
I push him down onto his back and swing my leg over his body with a wince, my stitches pulling. I sit astride him, my hands on his chest. I drag my nails down over his pecs, circle his nipples with my index fingers then lean forward pressing my chest into his, holding either side of his face in my palms and kiss him, gently at first, but his small appreciative sounds encourage me to deepen the kiss, sucking his tongue into my mouth, tasting a combination of myself and Yoongi. I bite his bottom lip, tugging it gently outwards then release it and bite into my own bottom lip, a frisson of pleasure shooting through me as I feel his readiness for the next round pressing into me.