“Fuck, Honeybee,” I manage.
“?? ? ???? (You’re so fucking handsome),” she says, just before she dips her head and takes me into her mouth. Damn, I really need to learn Korean as soon as possible.
I’d like to say I last longer than a minute before coming, but Minji seems like she is on a mission to have me come undone in record time. Her tongue flicks at my tip, lips tight as a clamp. She moans, and the vibrations nearly knock me out. When I slip my hand into her hair, she lets me guide her, but never losesher authority, never making me feel like I have even a hint more power than she allows.
She pulls away just long enough to flick her tongue around the head, then pulls me back in again, her mouth so perfect that I almost—damn. I release into her mouth, which leaves me gasping, and she doesn’t pull away, just swallows, lips wet and eyes locked onto mine.
I’m trembling, actually feeling a physical shake. She sits upright, quickly wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb, then immediately resumes unbuttoning her jeans. She doesn’t pause for my recovery; she wants everything immediately. Moving over me, she positions herself so her breasts are just inches from my face, and her gaze combines frustration and permission.
I finally respond, cupping her breasts with eager hands and a hungrier mouth, lifting my head to catch her nipple with my teeth. She hisses, feeling hot all over, her skin nearly burning beneath my palms. Minji’s hands rest on either side of my head, securing me in the best way. The taste of her sweat on her skin, the way her back arches when I swirl my tongue, each detail is etched into my memory.
She pulls away from my mouth, and her lips drag along my shoulder, finding that spot right by the bone where she can bite and leave evidence. The teeth hit first, then her tongue, then the flush of heat as she sucks a mark onto my skin.
Minji studies me from above, nibbling at her bottom lip, eyes gone volcanic. “You want to fuck me, or do you want me to fuck you?”
“You want to fuck me, or do you want me to fuck you into this mattress?” I want to congratulate her on how much she’s improved in dirty talking, but she’s literally quoting the filthy lines from my own novel. An A for effort. “Dealer’s choice.”
She grins, half-wicked, bracing her hands on my chest as she sinks her hips lower. She watches me, eyes narrow as she lines up, teasing me, not letting me in, just wetting the tip. I can feel her heat, the way she’s already soaked for this, for me, and I choke out a curse. She presses down, just enough for me to breach her, then stops. “Beg for it, Aaron.”
“Please, put a condom on first.”
Her eyes widen. “Shit. You’re right. Fuck.”
“It’s okay, Honeybee. Grab one out of my wallet. It’s in my pants pocket.” Minji scrambles off me, searching through my discarded pants. I watch her naked form, bent over the edge of the bed, her hair falling in waves across her shoulders, and my dick twitches at the sight. Fuck I need to be inside her now.
She finds my wallet and returns triumphant, a condom between her fingers. “Got it.”
“Come here.” I pull her back to me.
She tears the packet open, her hands are steady as she rolls the condom down my erection. I feel like my dick is getting harder just watching her.
“Now.” She straddles me once more. “Where were we?”
I grip her hips as she positions herself above me. “I think you were about to?—”
She sinks down onto me, cutting off my words with a gasp of her own. My head falls back against the pillows as she takes me completely, her body tight and perfect around mine.
“God,” I breathe, looking up at her. Her eyes are closed, head tilted back slightly, lips parted. I've never seen anything more beautiful. She needs this. She needs to feel in control, and I will give it to her. With everything going wrong with her career, I love that I can be the only thing right. “I need you, Minji.”
She rides me slowly at first, savoring it, head tossed back, using the grip on my shoulders for leverage. I reach up, threading my hands in her hair, and pull her in for a kiss.
“Keep going,” I hear myself say, but she never stops.
She speeds up, grinding me deeper, chasing her own high and dragging me with. I feel her go rigid, pussy spasming, her face breaking into wild, unfiltered pleasure. She rides it out without apology, and I’m helpless under her, held captive until she’s done. Only then does she slow, composing herself, before starting again. The second time around is just as ferocious as the first.
Minji clamps down and grinds, and it takes every bit of self-control not to cum. I want to give her at least one more orgasm before I release.
“Aaron,” she moans, her voice breaking around my name. “I need you to—” She doesn’t finish the sentence, just grabs my hands and places them firmly on her hips, urging me to take control.
I flip us over, pinning her beneath me without breaking our connection. Her eyes widen with surprise and something darker, hungrier. I thrust into her hard, watching her face contort with pleasure.
“Is this what you need?” I ask, my voice rough as I drive deeper. “Me fucking you into oblivion?”
I hook her leg over my shoulder, changing the angle, and she cries out. Her fingers dig into my back, leaving marks I'll wear proudly tomorrow. I'm consumed by her, the scent of her skin, her pussy tightening around me, the way she says my name like it's being torn from her throat.
She rises to meet my mouth, our kiss metallic and primal. I taste blood this time; maybe she bit me, perhaps she bit herself. Both seem equally likely. I fuck her with slow thrusts—all the way in, all the way out, like I want it to hurt. She meets me thrust for thrust and refuses to look away. My hand traces a path across her stomach, feeling goosebumps rise in its wake. Whenmy palm covers her breast and my teeth graze that sensitive spot beneath her ear, her body tightens around me like a vise.
“More, please,” she hisses, “or I swear to God?—”
