Gently, he ran his palms up my bent legs, from ankle to knee, rubbing my tense muscles gently.
Nothing could have prepared me, because in the next instant, he slid down and hooked my legs over his shoulders in one smooth movement that yanked me down. I held onto the pillow now, clutching at it as Jihoon grasped my thighs firmly in his hands.
“Joon!” I gasped, raising my head to watch him.
“I am not done,” he rasped so close to me that I felt the cool air of his words against my exposed skin.
A whimper tore from my throat as I felt his mouth on my calf, kissing his way up one leg, before switching his attention to the other. He traced his fingers softly, following the path made by his hot mouth.
Watching him move up further and further was a sweet kind of torture, because I knew what he intended, but all that knowledge did was prolong the agony of waiting.
If I’d thought I’d relieved the immediate desperation for him. I was wrong, because all I felt was an aching kind of need that seemed to expand with every sweep of his tongue.
His fingers dug into the soft skin of my hips as he held my gaze, never wavering, even as he pressed his mouth to me, but a split second later, I broke the connection, throwing my head back as I groaned. The sound was pulled out of me as the first strokes of his tongue dragged up my centre.
Looking down, I inhaled sharply at the sensation of his blisteringly hot tongue, and the stream of cool air as he withdrew a moment later to blow gently across my now wet skin.
He gave me no time to recover, save for a predatory smirk, before pressing his tongue against me and lapping in ever increasing broad, fast strokes. I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth to muffle my cries, but Joon wasn’t having it. He pried my hand away and brought it to his wicked mouth, where he pressed a kiss to my palm.
“It’s been so long since I’ve heard the sounds you make when you cum for me,jagiya, don’t deprive me.”
I would have blushed in another life, but all I felt then was need. Raging, obsessive need. I speared my fingers through his hair, feeling the motion of his mouth as he lowered his face.
Nothing muffled my cries now, and I couldn’t bring myself to care as he edged me closer and closer to that peak.
My entire body tensed as waves of pleasure crested over me, and I shattered upon the rocks once more.
Joon growled against me, a resonant vibration that prolonged my orgasm as my chest heaved, even as the waves faded into ever gentling currents, and I settled back into myself.
I didn’t let him rest though. I pulled his hair slightly, tipping his head back, partly to put some space between him and my over-sensitive skin, but also to see his face. The feral look in his eyes at once floored me and filled me with more need than wouldhave thought possible so soon after satiating it. It was a kind of madness.
It wasn’t just a need for sex, although that was certainly front and centre. The other need I couldn’t – wouldn’t think about.
He stared up at me, panting slightly, on his knees as if he was begging me for something.
“Kaiya,” he said, more prayer than name.
I didn’t wait to recover, I couldn’t – I felt too frenzied to allow myself any breathing space. I sat up and brought my mouth to his, dragging my tongue over his bottom lip, before playfully nipping at him. I could taste myself on his mouth.
He groaned around a chuckle, and I pulled away, watching him through heavily-lidded eyes even as aftershocks still pulsated through me.
“You seem remarkably composed,” I commented, chest heaving.
“Is that how I seem?” He smirked, catching my hand in his again. He pressed little kisses to my wrist before he lowered my hand to the obvious bulge in his trousers.
“Do you feel what just the sight of you does to me,jagiya? The taste of you.” He panted as he pressed my hand against him, and when I wrapped my fingers around his hard length, he threw his head back and let out a groan.
“The way you feel – I could not let myself remember, it would have been torture. Now I have you again, I do not know how I lived without you.”
I couldn’t respond. I could only react.
I’d forgotten how perfect he felt in my hands. The last thread of my self-control fell away.
Pulling my legs beneath me, I rose onto my knees and crowded into his space. He looked up at me, watching me with a kind of reverence that in itself was a heady aphrodisiac.
I shrugged off my robe, letting it slip to the ground, feeling the way his eyes travelled over my bared skin like a physical touch.
“Lie down,” I commanded, enjoying the way his eyes darkened at my words, enjoying even more the way he acquiesced immediately without taking his eyes off me, as if he couldn’t bear to. As if I might disappear if he did.
