Falling For It ??

Thirteen

Knowing that gave me a new found confidence in my 'relationship' with this woman. She was not easy to rile up despite my many attempts to mess with her in the past. I felt my heart beat rapidly. I was finally getting somewhere with her. She was finally seeing who the real Min Yoongi is.

Finally.

After wanting this for so long it was slowly starting to happen. We were no longer just friends, but not quite on another level yet. This limbo we were now in has been less than an hour and I am already over it. I will be damn sure this date goes perfectly.

I felt like I was on top of the world. So many things buzzing around my head, each one of them to do with her. I've been patient, and I have waited, and she has no idea. What's comforting, is I've known her for a long time and I know she would not say those things if she didn't mean them. I know she would not have kissed me...let alone kiss me like that...if she didn't want to.

Women constantly complain about not being a 'prize' to be won, but I don't understand that logic. She is a prize. She is something to show off so everyone can see what I have, and what they will never get. I wanted her to be mine, and I wanted to be hers. Regardless if I win her, I will not own her. She is her own person. But she is a prize. She is why I have changed my bad habits, focused on what was important instead of superficial satisfactions. She is my motivation, my encouragment. She wasn't just a challenge, she was my goal. I wanted to be wanted by her, needed by her. I wanted to be the only man for her; worthy of her.

She changed me.

And she didn't even know it.

Yet.

As we made our way out to our destination, she kept me in the dark giving me turn by turn directions as we went. By the time we pulled into the parking lot, I found myself smiling.

She fucking would.

Noona was looking out the window with her hand resting on her thigh. The confidence that had been fueling me made my body move on its own, reaching out and taking her hand. She didn't pull away, nor did she give me a dirty look. She helped me lace our fingers together and turned towards me with a smile.

The same beautiful smile I would dream about, her eyes sparkling, and her bottom lip tucked u fee her top teeth.

God, she needs to stop doing that.

I am at my wits end.

Literally going insane.

But I need to be patient with her. I need to not jump her like I want to.

Not tear her clothes off like I want to.

Not hold her down by her neck and burry my cock deep into her like I wanted to.

Need to.

Claim her and make her realize she was mine and mine alone.

No.

I need to wait.

Be patient.

My weak will power didn't allow me to push all the dirty thoughts away though. I imagined what her eyes would look like on the brink of orgasm. What kind of noise would she make as I edged her to an earth shatter...Would she whimper when I rolled my tongue over her clit greedily? Could I make her sing as I ate the soul from her body? Would she take deep breaths as I held her by the roots of her hair taking her from behind? Would she moan loudly when the twist in her stomach would snap, or would she release a silent scream with her mouth hanging open and her eyes shut tight?

I imagined her begging me for more as I pulled orgasm after orgasm from her body; being as needy for me as I was for her.

I started to stir, and my mind was foggy as I parked the car. I felt a twitch in my groin making me come back to reality as I held the soft hand of the girl I had been yearning for for almost two years.

Shit.

I needed to not be a walking erection right now.

I took a deep breath and turned towards her, to realize she was smirking at me.

"What?"

"What were you thinking about?"

"Nothing in particular." I lied. "I must say that I'm surprised and not surprised at your choice of location." I said trying to deter the conversation in a different direction.

"What is or isn't surprising?"

"I'm surprised, because I didn't even know you had ever been to a place like this. And I'm not surprised because you are one of the funniest people I have ever met, how could you not have been here before?"

She let out a low giggle before turning to the restaurant. "I've been here a few times; it was always fun. So, I thought why not make our first date memorable."

I felt a sharp pang in my stomach. First date? She didn't consider our aquarium experience a date? This will not do.

"Second date." I corrected her.

She turned back, a curious twinkle in her eye. She thought for a moment before tilting her head. "Huh?"

I laughed lowly and ran my thumb over her full bottom lip.

I couldn't help myself.

I couldn't stop thinking about how soft it felt against my lips.

Or about how sweet she tasted.

So sweet.

"The aquarium was our first date, or was that not memorable enough for you."

"The aquarium?" she asked. I saw the wheels turn in her head, and her confused expression turned into a knowing one. She bit her lip again, and I had to fist my free hand to stop any sort of bodily reaction from it. "So, you did like me before." She grinned.

I lost my cool for a hot second, my eyes going wide at the realization of what I just said.

But then again, who cares?

"Yeah. And to be honest babe, you're going to have to do better than Dave & Busters to top swimming with dolphins."

For a moment, I cursed myself for my choice of words. She actually put thought into this last minute idea, and I just belittled it by making my plans seem better. I didn't mean to; fuck! It wasn't better, it was just different. I was about to retract what I said but she talked first.

"Challenge accepted." She smiled, not a flicker of hurt or doubt in her eyes. "So, are we going to just sit in the car all night or are you going to go inside with me so I can kick your ass?"

"Baby, the way you talk dirty to me...mmmmmm. " I hummed lowly and winked at her.

I saw her face flush and she let out a beautiful sounding giggle. "Come on, lets go!"

A giggle that I could listen to for hours.

I loved the sound.

I watched her climb out of the car and walk forward, me following after her. I reached for her hand again, taking a tight hold.

I never wanted to let go of her hand.

Please...please let this go well.