Minji stands and faces me, pressing her hands to my chest. This side of her is new to me: tipsy, bold, and a little unhinged. “You know what I want?” she asks.
I have no words. I shake my head.
“I want you to make good on that promise.”
She spins around, her back to me now, clothes falling away one by one until she’s bare. The mattress dips as she positions herself on her hands and knees. Looking over one shoulder, dark hair cascading across her flushed cheek, her eyes full of hunger. “Do it, Aaron. Now.”
For half a second, it crosses my mind that we should slow down, do the prep, and open her gently. She might be drunk and think she is immune to pain, but her ass will hate her in the morning. I drop to my knees behind her, pausing long enough to taste her. She’s wet, like always, and when my thumb drags across her rim, her whole body tenses—yeah, I’m going to prep her.
I lap at her shamelessly, using my tongue and a little spit, my hand working between her thighs to tease and spread. I can feel her legs trembling, hear the desperate, controlled breath she tries and fails to hide. I want her breathless. I want her ruined for anyone but me.
“Even after a long day, you still taste sweet on my tongue.”
She pushes her hips back, grinding herself shamelessly against my mouth. “Don’t waste time.” She groans. “I want you inside.” She must be riding the same high, or maybe it’s just the gin. It flips a switch in me.
I stand, shedding my clothes in seconds, grab the lube from the nightstand, and flick open the cap with my thumb. Minji watches over her shoulder, her breathing shallow and quick. I coat my fingers, then press one gently against her. She tenses at first, a soft whimper escaping her lips.
“Easy,” I whisper, circling my finger slowly. “We’re going to take this nice and slow, Honeybee.”
“I thought you said?—”
“I said I’d take care of you,” I remind her, leaning forward to press a kiss between her shoulder blades. “Trust me.”
As I work her open carefully, her body gradually relaxes as I add more lube, taking my time despite her impatient movements. When I add a second finger, she buries her face in the pillow, muffling a moan that sends heat racing through me.
“You okay?” I ask, pausing to give her time to adjust.
She nods, face still pressed against the pillow. “Don’t stop.”
I continue the gentle stretching, scissoring my fingers, watching how her body responds to each movement. The third finger makes her gasp sharply, her back arching.
“Aaron,” she breathes, my name sounding like a prayer on her lips.
“I’ve got you,” I promise, my free hand stroking her lower back soothingly. “You’re doing so well. Good girl.”
When I’m satisfied she’s ready, I withdraw my fingers and lather myself generously with lube. Positioning myself, I press against her entrance, just enough pressure to make her feel it without pushing in.
“Last chance to change your mind,” I tell her, wanting her completely certain. “We can always do this tomorrow.”
Minji looks back at me, her eyes dark with desire. “I want this. I want you to claim all of me.”
I press forward with excruciating slowness, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. The tight heat enveloping just the tipof my cock is almost unbearable, but I force myself to stay still, letting her body adjust.
“Breathe,” I remind her, my voice strained with the effort of holding back.
She exhales shakily, and I feel her muscles relax slightly. I push forward another inch, then stop again. The process is torturously slow, but I refuse to hurt her.
“More,” she demands, pushing back against me.
I grip her hips firmly, stopping her movement. “My pace.” I pause. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
When I’m finally inside her, we both remain perfectly still, adjusting to the overwhelming sensation. I lean forward, pressing my chest against her back, my lips finding the curve of her neck.
“You feel incredible,” I whisper against her skin.
Her only response is a soft moan as she experimentally shifts her hips. Taking that as my cue, I begin to move—shallow, gentle thrusts that gradually deepen as her body accepts me more readily.
“I’m going to start moving now,” I tell her.
