Chest to chest.
You knew what his lips tasted like. You knew what his salt tasted like. You had done worse things to each other, things of lecherous nature.
Then why did nothing feel as titillating as Hyunjin holding you tight in his embrace, close enough to make a home for yourself in his body with his fingertips sinking six feet under your soul?
His bed was less than ten steps away, but it felt like a lifetime as he carried you there. It felt like you were falling down a cliff when he lay you down on the mattress. You were taking your last breath in his soft brown eyes, now darkened with a hauntingly beautiful shade of his deepest desires. Your heart was about to jump out of your chest while watching him crawl towards you.
You never wanted anything as much as falling prey to him.
He hovered over your body, mouth agape and breathing heavily while loosening the front straps of your dress. Carefully. Delicately. Deliberately. You were a present for him, given for lord knows what act of kindness he didn’t realize he committed. Your already exposed skin could wait—it was your hidden corners he was the most curious of. The blank canvas stretched over the magnificence you were, waiting to be composed into the most breathtaking vistas in his hands. No garment. No corset. Just you. Stark naked.
You hooked your fingers into his belt loops and pulled him closer, running one hand up his thick thighs while undoing the buttons of his slacks. You peeled all pieces of fabric off of him one by one, and…
You had heard of people being stunned when they were exposed to phenomena of great beauty. Looking at Hyunjin in all his bare splendor for the first time was nothing short of that. It made you feel weak. Your heartbeat went berserk when you caught a simple glimpse of his sublime physique.
It made you want to cry violently.
You didn’t feel worthy of perceiving him. Breathing staccato without breaking any sweat, as if you’d been sobbing for the past hour, you watched the most beautiful man on earth lower himself on you, merge his naked body with you, and drink your lips to his fill with his fingers intertwined with yours all the while.
Palm to palm.
You could tell the exact degree of his body temperature just by holding his hands. He was running a fever, burning up as ferociously as you were, and every passing second was turning what could stop at a simple cold into terminal soul invasion. A folie à deux.
He didn’t mind if it meant he could die in your arms.
Prepare your lady first. Kiss her. Caress her.
Nothing else besides you existed in that moment, and allowing a strand of air to pass between you was strictly forbidden. Legs tangled together, just velveteen kisses and soft touches all over your body under the faint sun rays that managed to break through the trees… A warm breeze carried the mild scent of daisies into his bedroom, but it still didn’t smell as pleasant as your natural scent.
Tell her how beautiful she is.
No. Beautiful didn’t do you justice. There wasn’t a single word in the entire language that could describe the kind of pure beauty you possessed. The kind that simultaneously made his heart stop and beat hundreds of times per minute. He had to invent a new one. He slowly slid his hand up your leg to your hips, face contorted in the utter pleasure of simply touching you.
“You are a queen,” he quietly whispered for the first time, terrified of disturbing this tranquil haven enveloping the both of you, “And you are gracing my bed. I don’t deserve you.”
His bed… It was going to smell like you. So sweet yet intoxicating. Like home but inconceivably erotic. Like his demon dreams. There was no way he was going to let anyone change these sheets now let alone wash them. He wanted to cover himself with your scent instead of a blanket every night.
“I am honored to share your bed,” you swiped your thumb on his cheekbone.
“I am honored you breathe the same air as me,” he kissed your wrist, “Tell me. Tell me everything that sets fire to your body.”
When his hand instinctively slithered between your legs to caress you, you shuddered in your place. For some reason, everything he did was amplified a thousandfold on your body. A touch was a natural disaster. A kiss was a war breaking out right outside the window.
Loving Hyunjin was the most desirable kind of death.
“It–It excites me when you touch me there,” your breath hitched in your throat.
“It excites me when I touch you there. It excites me just to look at you,” he started drawing a trail made of kisses down your collarbones to right between your breasts, “What else?”
You contently sighed when his kisses turned to open mouth ones, becoming a tinge wetter. The sense of wonder Hyunjin explored your body with was so gratifying to witness that you could just watch him satisfy his curiosity long enough and cum to that.
“I like it when you use profanities,” you lazily stroked his hair.
“You do?”
“Mhm.”
It’s a sign of extreme arousal. It means you are overcome with your desire for her…
“You infested my mind with nothing but sin. I can’t stop thinking about fucking you,” he gently squeezed your nipples to make you ooze, “I’m dying to know what it feels like to be inside your cunt.”
He was such a quick study. Every time you provided him with instructions, he left nothing to be desired, perfectly executing what was asked of him and always always exceeding expectations. He was made to be a lover. He was made to be your lover.
He was made to be loved for an eternity.
Tell her how good she tastes.
This one was easy. Hyunjin had a weakness for your taste already. Your lips. Your pussy. The salt on your skin. And now a fresh spring had emerged to experience you anew.
He knew he needed to take it slow, but he could barely contain his excitement.
Maybe you liked it when he used profanities, but he loved it when you did the same. He loved it when you turned shameless for him, fully surrendering to your carnal desires ready to be satisfied by him. Only him. He could learn whatever it may take to watch you glow under him.
“I want to know what you taste like everywhere,” he looked up at you with a devilish smile you saw on his lips for the first time, one hand sneakily descending between your legs again, “Feed me, darling.”
“FUCK!!!”
Yes. Just like that…
Two of his fingers pressed on your soaked pussy, he was drawing leisurely circles around your swollen clit as his tongue repeated the exact motion around your hardened nipple. It didn’t even take two swirls before he closed his mouth on you, sucking on you with content sighs like he was trying to quench a thirst building up for days. He wondered whether he could actually suck you dry, or whether you would keep making this nectar for him as long as he drank you.
Your taste… It was reminiscent of cantaloupes. He gently prodded your entrance to collect a bit more of your essence, then smeared it on your other nipple before switching springs. Just to compare flavors.
You were having the hardest time registering that this was indeed real. Your entire body was on fire due to extreme arousal and embarrassment. It was a brand new sensation. So wet. But so pure. But so filthy. But so loving. But…
A strange sense of shame crept up in your chest for enjoying it this much, but the liberation of rediscovering parts of your womanhood was weighing heavier. With a man who never even touched a woman before. He stopped with a loud smack of his lips and slowly looked up at you, his eyes all dreamy as if he was waking up from a beauty sleep.
“Nothing in heaven can taste like you,” he pulled himself up kiss your lips, “Nothing.”
You closed your eyes as he swirled his tongue in your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself in a way no one could make you taste. Brand new. Overwhelming. It made you tingle when you felt his precum dripping on your thighs. Little currents of electricity began coursing through your body when he rubbed his rock hard cock against your slippery folds. It was the most trying test of willpower not to harshly pull this man under you and fuck his soul out of him.
You wanted the release, but you wanted the prelude to last forever.
It’s advisable that you make her… climax before the intercourse.
Hyunjin took your hands again and kissed both of them before he made his way between your legs. The look of hunger in his eyes had changed shades by then. He was staring at your pussy like a vicious predator would look at its prey.
“Have I ever told you how pretty your pussy is, darling?” he kissed your mound while inhaling your scent. You giggled at the ticklish feeling.
“You have.”
“But I don’t tell you enough, do I? I apologize. Please forgive me,” he lowered himself to kiss your inner thighs stained with drops of him, “Show me everywhere you like to be touched. I want to caress you.”
“Do you remember what I told you?” your fingers brushed against your clit, aching to feel him.
“Where you are most sensitive,” he licked his lips in a less than graceful manner, salivating at the sight, “Yes, I am familiar.”
“There are many ways you can pleasure it,” you tried to control your breathing, “You can touch it. You CAN—!!!”
That sharp moan just ripped itself from your throat when Hyunjin pressed his lips on your clit. It was just a kiss with barely enough pressure, but you were so fucking wet by then that your slick smeared on his lips.
“Y–You can… You can do that, too.”
“My wife likes it licked, though,” he longingly sighed, “That I know.”
Your soul got crushed into a million pieces.
Calling you his lady was one thing, but calling you his wife?
Before you could say anything in return, Hyunjin began melting you in his mouth, his warm wetness merging with every drop he extracted out of you so far. His proudest moment was when he caught a glimpse of the wet trail you made on his sheets, but it wasn’t enough. He was yearning to make you gush out until his bed was soaked with you through and through. He started teasing your buzzing clit fast with the tip of his tongue. Watching you shake violently under him, the indecent things you were whispering to him, your sounds of pleasure no longer hushed… It all aggravated his arousal so bad that Hyunjin didn’t even notice how much he was leaking as he was ravaging your pussy.
“I’m getting good at this, no?” he mischievously chuckled, “You moan louder now.”
“Hyunjin, PLEASE!!!”
He unwittingly moaned into you when he heard you whine that desperately. You sounded like you were in a different realm, swept away in pure ecstasy, your voice reminiscent of sleeptalking, crying, and pure satisfaction at the same time. He loved seeing you like this. He loved being able to pleasure his one and only out of her literal mind.
“You’re killing me slowly every time you call my name,” he licked a very long drag from your entrance up to your clit, “I’m in love with the sound of your voice, darling.”
Do not make haste. Take your time with your lady.
The more fervently you began to grind on his face, the slower his stimulations became, eventually coming to a full halt. You were clearly frustrated, but Hyunjin realized he actually relished how aggressive you were becoming, taking some sick pleasure in your vehement desperation. You were at his mercy. If he didn’t wish so, there was no way you could reach your release, and a part of him never wanted you to. He just wanted to keep you in this sustained state of rapture instead. Until he pleasured the woman he loved deliriously to death.
You do not want her to feel discomfort. It will also be easier for you to navigate.
You were so fucking wet, it couldn’t be any easier to navigate, but the former part cast a shadow on his features all of a sudden.
“Are you feeling discomfort?”
“Of course not!” you propped up on your elbows when you saw the concern on his face, “Why would you say that?”
“You said I need to take my time,” he was looking at you with a serious gaze, “How can I tell when you feel fully comfortable?”
A jumble of emotions tangled tighter in your chest. You didn’t know what you were feeling, but endearment seemed to have the most dominant shade.
“That’s… I didn’t mean with–with me.”
“Why not?”
A drop of pain made your heart sizzle. You felt hurt when you thought about the actual reason, but he had to know.
All of this was ephemeral after all.
“First times can be a bit painful for… untouched women,” you forced a smile, “That’s why you should be gentle.”
“But what if my lady is not a virgin?”
Your heart dropped to your stomach when he uttered that sentence with a completely straight expression. Sometimes you couldn’t be entirely sure how much Hyunjin knew. One second he would say something entirely clueless, the next he would talk like he had been frequenting pleasure houses for years.
“She… She will be.”
“But what if she is not?”
The knot in your throat was growing bigger. Hyunjin crawled back up and held your face in his hands, brushing your hair back with his long, slender fingers.
“And what if I do not care that she is not?” he spoke with a voice softer than the clouds in the sky, “What if she is a magnificent woman, and by some strange miracle, she wants me back?”
Strange miracle? Who on earth would not want him? Who in their right mind would not dedicate their entire life to loving this man? You wanted to scream all of this to his face, but words were miserably eluding you. Hyunjin lifted your chin and pulled you even closer to his face.
“Can I not be gentle then?” he whispered into your lips, “Would she like it when she’s conquered by her man?”
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