“Oh God,” Minji gasps as I begin to thrust carefully. Her fingers clutch the sheets, knuckles whitening. “Feels… different.”
I keep my movements measured, entirely focused on her comfort. “Good-different or bad-different?”
“Good… I think.” Her voice breaks on a particularly deep stroke. “Just… intense.”
I lean forward, pressing kisses along her spine while maintaining the slow, steady rhythm. “We can stop anytime,” I remind her, though my body screams in protest at the very thought.
“Don’t you dare,” she warns, pushing back against me with new confidence. “More,” she breathes, barely audible. I give in, finding a rhythm that’s almost relentless. I want to leavean impression that lasts for days. Words spill out of me—confessions of desire I’ve kept since I first saw her, how perfectly we fit, how I could lose myself in her. Her replies come in fragments, Korean phrases mixed with gasps of my name and breathless pleas.
“Honeybee, your ass is just as greedy as your pussy is for my dick,” I groan, pushing into her. My thighs start to shake, sweat slick on my skin. The friction, the heat, the way her body grips me—it’s so fucking overwhelming I forget my own name for a moment.
“Harder,” she demands, her voice muffled against the pillow. “I can take it.”
I grip her hips tighter, my fingers leaving marks on her smooth skin as I drive into her with renewed force. The sight of her taking all of me this way is almost too much to bear.
“Look at you, Counselor,” I growl, smacking her left ass cheek. “Taking me so perfectly.”
The sound she makes is primal—half-moan, half-sob—as her body arches beneath me. I lean forward, my chest pressed to her back, my mouth at her ear. “You’re fucking magnificent,” I whisper, feeling her pulse around me.
She turns her head, seeking my mouth, and I capture her lips in a messy, desperate kiss. Her body has adjusted now, moving with mine instead of yielding to it. “Get on your back, I want to see your face clearly as you take my dick in your tight ass.” I carefully turn her over, making sure to move slowly as I withdraw. Her eyes are glassy with desire, her hair fanned out across the pillowcase. I take a moment to drink in the sight of her—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.
“You okay?” I check in, stroking her thigh.
“More than okay,” she whispers, spreading her legs for me. “Just don’t stop now.”
I add more lube, coating myself generously before positioning at her entrance again. This time, as I push forward, I can watch every flicker of emotion cross her face—the initial tension, the gasp as I breach her, and finally, the slow surrender as pleasure overtakes discomfort.
“That’s it,” I encourage, sliding deeper inch by inch. “You’re taking me so beautifully.”
Her fingers dig into my biceps, nails leaving crescent marks that I’ll wear proudly tomorrow. I push her thighs up to her chest and fuck her ass with relentless determination.
Her eyes roll back as I hit a particularly sensitive spot, her mouth forming a perfect O of surprise.
“Aaron—fuck—” she gasps, one hand reaching down to touch herself while I maintain my rhythm.
I’m transfixed by her beauty in this moment of total surrender. Her hair is wild across the pillows, her lipstick smudged from our kisses. I want to remember her just like this, completely mine.
“Look at me,” I command softly, slowing my thrusts to make sure she’s with me. Her eyes flutter open, unfocused with pleasure. “Tell me how it feels.”
“Full,” she whispers, her voice breaking. “So full… I can feel you everywhere.”
I lean down to capture her mouth in a kiss that’s more breath than contact. “You’re incredible,” I whisper against her lips. “Taking me like this.”
Her fingers move faster between her legs, and I feel her body tightening around me. The sensation is almost too much, pushing me close to the edge. I want to hold out, to make this last, but the way she looks at me—like I’m the only man who’s ever made her feel this way—undoes me.
“I’m going to come,” she warns, her voice high and desperate. “Aaron, I’m?—”
Her body arches beneath me as she shatters, her inner muscles clenching around me in rhythmic pulses that drag me over the edge with her. I bury myself deep as my release hits, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through me. Her name falls from my lips like a mantra as I empty myself inside her, our bodies locked together in perfect synchronicity.
I carefully withdraw, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. She winces slightly but smiles, reaching for me with boneless arms. I clean us both up with gentle care, then gather her against my chest, her head tucking perfectly under my chin.
“That was…” she trails off, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest.
“Yeah,” I agree, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “It was.”
We lie in comfortable silence, our breathing gradually slowing to match each other’s. I feel her body growing heavier against mine as sleep begins to claim her.
“Aaron?” She yawns.
