Zee's POV
Namjoon looked shocked to see me at the door. He scratched his head, accidentally flexing his arm. "Oh boy," I thought to myself. I diverted my eyes, trying my best not to look at his bare chest. The sight of him was bringing up memories of last night, memories that I wish I could forget but didn't want to.
"Hey, everything ok?" he asked.
"No!" I answered bluntly, "Can we talk for a bit?" I asked.
"Sure, come on in."
"I'll come in once you've put a shirt or vest on," I stated.
Namjoon rolled his eyes at me and went inside to put something on. He returned wearing a black t-shirt which didn't do much justice to my hormones. It fitted him well, in fact he looked good in black.
"Happy?" he asked, sarcastically.
"Very," I responded, feeling a little at ease.
I walked into his room prepared to end whatever this thing was between us but I didn't know how to even start the conversation. I wasn't sure if I should stand or have a seat at and for some odd reason, my heart was beating at a very unhealthy rate. "What's wrong with me?" I asked myself internally.
"Zee, are you okay?" Namjoon asked, "You look super tense and flushed."
"That's because you keep making things harder for me," I snapped.
"Wow okay, please enlighten me," he said, crossing his arms.
"Look okay, yes there's an attraction between us and last night was the result of it. I think it would be best if we ended it at that and carried on with our normal lives," I said, with a bit of stuttering in between.
"Why?" he asked, taking a step towards me.
"We come from two different worlds. You're a well known celebrity and I'm a graphic designer. We have nothing common and this attraction is probably a lust of some sort," I said.
Namjoon was still walking towards me and I didn't realise I'd been stepping backwards from his approach until I hit the wall behind me. Namjoon stepped a bit closer to me, closing the gap between us. He had his one hand on the wall above me while the other caressed my cheek. His touch sent shivers down my spine.
"I hear what you're saying but I can't help wonder why you're fighting it, when you want this as much as I do," he said in a low voice.
He wasn't wrong, at that close proximity I wanted nothing more than him. He smelt good, like someone who had just gotten out of the shower. His eyes met mine and they had that look again. The sexual tension between us filled the room. It was so thick that one would need a sharp knife to cut through it.
He lowered his head and lightly brushed his lips on mine. He gently kissed me, pulling me a bit closer to him. I had my hands on his chest while I kissed him back. I couldn't help but give in to my urges. I threw my hands around his neck deepening our kiss. His kiss had a hypnotic spell on me, one that made me forget all my worries.
He pulled back from the kiss and gazed into my eyes, looking for reassurance. I nodded my head and pulled him back for another kiss. A kiss that expressed that I didn't care about anything or anyone, I just wanted to be with him. He took my robe off without breaking our kiss as well as my nightie, which dropped to the floor, revealing my naked self. I broke the kiss in order for him to take his t-shirt off, which he assisted me with. He then picked me up and carried over me to his bed.
He gently laid me on his bed and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips which he moved down to my neck. He moved slowly down my neckline leaving a trail of kisses making his way down to my breasts. He suckled the one while he squeezed the other. I let out a small moan while he was exploring my body with his lips. Every kiss he gave me left a warm sensation that travelled through my body.
He got closer to my womanhood and he stopped. He lifted his head to look at me, asking for permission. I smiled and nodded in response, allowing him access. He first kissed around it and then kissed the lips before inserting his tongue.
He was meticulously moving his tongue inside me, giving me a sensational feeling with every circular movement.
"Oh man, yes!" I exclaimed in pleasure.
My back was arched, while my hands gripped on the sheets. I was elated by the pleasure he was giving me, moaning silently.
While I was still high, Namjoon lay on top of me and kissed me passionately. I could feel his member against my thigh. It was rock hard and fully loaded. I opened my legs for him, signaling that I was ready to have him inside me.
He slowly penetrated me rocking back and forth. I couldn't help but moan a little louder than before. I dug my nails deep in his back with every thrust he was giving me. I didn't want him to stop. I wanted this moment and feeling to last. He thrust a little harder inside of me, my body moving to his rhythm. I arched my back accepting his every thrust and his every being inside me, reaching an unforgettable climax. Leaving me elated and on cloud 9.
He looked at me, his eyes drunk from the pleasure we just experienced before moving and laid next to me. He pulled me closer to him and allowed me to lay my head onto his chest. We lay there in silence, neither of us saying a word to diminish this special moment between us.