We made it back to the house and Jimin's room with an intense electricity flowing between us. Jimin hadn't been kidding when he said nice and slow. I laid in the middle of the bed waiting for him as he lit a few candles and turned on some soft music. I wasn't expecting any of this. I wasn't complaining though. The mood was very romantic.

Jimin climbed up on the bed and laid down next to me, pulling me to his side. Our bodies were facing each other and he had a tenderness in his eyes that almost made me want to cry. He reached up with one hand and stroked my hair before grasping my cheek and leaning over me. He kissed me with that same tenderness. His every move was gentle and purposeful. He made his way down to my neck and kissed from one side of my jawbone to the other. Little butterfly kisses continued down my collarbone and all along my upper chest area. I felt him lift me up slightly as he reached around and unzipped my dress. He raised up on to his knees and slowly peeled my dress off my body to reveal nothing underneath. He raised his eyebrows and a small smile formed across his lips before it disappeared and the somber fondness returned. He took this time to also remove his own shirt and pants before leaning back down over me and kissing his way around my breasts. He took his time in every sense of the word. He teased each nipple as if he had never had the opportunity before and blanketed my entire stomach with kisses. He traveled down my hips and thighs, to my knee, calf, and the tops of my feet treating each inch of skin with the utmost importance before moving on to the other leg and doing the same. He finally traveled back up and placed a single kiss on my clitoris before he laid down to spend quality time there.

With one hand on my stomach and my legs thrown over both shoulders, he licked and sucked, lapped and kissed until every nerve ending was on fire and I couldn't take it anymore, finding my release. He continued to kiss back up my stomach, reaching every piece of skin on his way back up. It hit me like a ton of bricks what he was doing.

He was making love to me.

The thought brought tears to my eyes and I felt overwhelmed at the importance of this night. He reached my face and was lined up at my entrance. He kissed over my cheeks, taking my tears with him.

"Baby, please don't cry," He whispered. The gentleness in his voice made everything even more heightened. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked with concern.

I shook my head. I didn't trust my words to speak but I knew that ultimately I would die if he stopped what he was doing. I grabbed his hip and pulled him into me. He filled me like no other. I had noticed it before but the intensity of what we were doing made it that much more noticeable. He fit me perfectly. It was like we were made for each other.

He stilled for a minute as he held himself up above me. He balanced himself on one forearm as he used his other hand to reach up and wipe away my tears. He began to move and the sensations were beyond anything I had experienced before. There was no coming back from this.

Neither of us had said the words. I wasn't sure if I could. But there was no doubt in my mind after that night that we loved each other. And there was no doubt that I would not survive when Park Motherfucking Jimin was done with me.