I was completely naked, while he still wore his trousers, but instead of reaching to to take them off, a wicked thought made me grin as I lowered myself to crawl up his body.
Starting from his waistband, I lowered my tongue to his abdomen and licked my way upwards, delighting in the way his muscles jumped under my touch. I raised my eyes to his face, watching his jaw clench and the fierce look settle in his eyes as he tracked my every move.
I straddled his narrow hips and settled my weight on him, feeling him buck beneath me, as though in irritation at the fabric still between us. I grinned as I pressed my mouth to his throat, kissing the skin there gently, until the mischievous side of me took the wheel and I moved to the side of his neck, biting harder and sucking.
He gasped and raised his hands to my face. I expected him to shift away, but he only held me closer as I nipped at his skin, knowing damn well that what I was doing would leave a mark. He either didn’t care or wanted it too badly.
Which in turn made me want it more.
To soothe the hurt, I ran my tongue over the area and up to his mouth, claiming him with my lips, teeth and tongue.
He growled into my mouth, deepening the kiss as he grasped my bare hips, his fingers digging in so hard that I knew theywould leave behind bruises. I pressed my weight down on him harder before I tore my lips away.
“Condom,” he panted.
“I’m on birth control,” I replied.
His eyes searched mine, each of us making the decision.
“Are you sure?” He asked, an edge of desperation to his words.
I nodded.
“I’ll take care of you,” I mirrored his earlier words and I leaned down to kiss my way up his neck again, because I remembered how much he liked it when I did. Instinct, and memory was in control now.
I was stretched over him, touching him in so many places, except the one we both strained for. My breasts were pressed against his chest, and I imagined I could feel his heartbeat. Racing, like my own.
I claimed his mouth in a bruising kiss that he matched, leaving no doubt in my mind that my lips would be swollen tomorrow, but the thought only turned me on more.
Unable to bear it any longer, I reached down between our bodies and took hold of him through his trousers. His hard length jerked in my hand, and I grinned against his lips.
“Cruel woman,” he growled as I stroked him, up and down, too light to be satisfying.
I bit his lip as I dragged his zipper down, silencing his objection. In fact, he went so still that I pulled back to look at him.
“Okay?” I asked, watching his face.
He looked at me as if I drew the stars from the sky.
“If you stop,cheonsa, I will die.”
“I won’t stop then,” I grinned, a flutter in my chest, like a butterfly waking up from hibernation.
I pulled his zipper down the rest of the way and sat up, looking at him underneath me, spread out like my own personal fantasy. Holding his gaze, I reached my hand in, wrapped my hand around his length, and pulled him out. He hissed, unable to help looking down at where I now held him.
His skin was so soft as I worked him up and down, squeezing slightly, enjoying the play of emotions over his face, like the way fire shifts and dances.
But while I enjoyed touching him, that was not the end game. I paused my hands, and recaptured his focus. We locked eyes as I shifted my hips up, guiding him to my entrance. My chest heaved with concentration. His hands on my hips steadied me as I lowered onto him, inch by delicious, slow inch.
I slid down, and our heaving breaths synchronised, barely restrained until he was seated to the hilt.
It was in that moment, when he was finally inside me that I knew I’d been adrift, because suddenly I felt tethered.
Home.
I let out a gust of air that was part relief, part moan, and for a few moments I stayed there, unmoving, getting used to the stretch of him. My body remembered every inch.
His fingertips traced over me as I began to move, slowly at first, tentatively building up a rhythm like a dance I was remembering the steps to, until gradually, the beat of my body took over.
