۞ VIII ۞

"G-G-GRAYSON, OH MY GOD!"

"I guess I am your God, seeing how you have been worshiping me so full heartedly," I whispered again her pussy with a grin and she moaned loudly. "But don't do that constantly, because it'll give me a complex."

"Mmm, fuck! This is… so… so good!"

Her hands pressed my head further on her sensible point and I was glad to follow her desire, "Wrap your legs around my neck, Rose!" She obeyed me instantly, and with my hands free I was able to play with her until our hearts content, "Good girl," I whispered before pressing the tip of my fingers on her sensible clit, and thrusting my long tongue into her once. "You taste like a dream," my dream.

"Y-y-you are my dream," she cried. "D-do that again, Gray," she begged, pressing her nipples to relive her desperation.

Amused with the sight of her intense desire for me, I did it. I savored each and every drop of her juices on my tongue. Getting more and more addicted to the taste of her. Using my fingers to make her go crazy, massaging her clit and pussy lips. Making her move her hips needy on my face.

"Gray… G-Gray… mmm… Grayson…" she cried as her body trembled violently, coming, and I drank from her. Not letting even one drop go to waste.

But I wasn't satisfied. No. I want more of her. So, I kept going. I kept eating her pussy like my favorite dessert. Craving to make her cum one more time. Thirsty for her taste.

"I… I can't… G-Gray…" Rose moaned and it was a song for my ears, as her nails in my hair pressed me further on her, wanting to have another orgasm as much as I wanted her to. "God…" she cried. "It… it feels divine… fuck… mmm… Gray… please…"

With my knuckles pressing on her clit, and the tip of my tongue playing right on her g-spot, her breath got delightfully unsteady again. And as I ate her pussy more intensely, Rose finally succumbed. Her perfect body shaking with the second orgasm on a roll. Her eyes rolling back. Her hand on her wide soft swollen breasts, covering her rock-hard nipples.

As I licked her clean, I untangled her legs from my neck, going up slowly, spreading wet kissed all over her body, marking her, until I was on top and caging her, admiring her angelic beauty. Like always, Rose held my gaze, her face blushing hard probably as much as mine might be.

"Do you want to taste yourself?" I whispered.

She inhaled sharply, "Yes," it was even lowered than a whispered, but it resonated with my very soul. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she let me nuzzle my nose on hers, her eyes going to my lips.

"Mmm," I grinned and kissed her, taking her tongue to a dance with mine, but without moving my arms from the side of her head.

"I love you, Gray. I love you so much," the truth in her caring words made my chest warm and aching again, and I let my body fall a bit over hers, her breasts pressing on my chest. Caressing her face again.

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"Can I ask you a question?" Rose said, already asking me a question from the sit on the side of the kitchen island, as she watched me cook for us, only using one my boxes that were like a short for her, and one of my shirts that when down her knees.

I found myself loving that sight. "Yes!"

"Anything?" She asked in a naughty tone.

"Anything!" I said, still with my back turned to her, so she wouldn't see the wide grin on my lips.

"Who taught you how to cook?"

Oh? "Korean or food overall?"

"Both," I turned around and found her smiling at me, with her head tilted softly to one side.

"My mom has a Korean heritage, so she taught me how to make the food her grandma taught her. It's the only type of food she can make. Now, my dad, as a lover of cuisine, taught me everything else," I leaned closer to her, still towering over her even though she's sitting on a high sit.

"Can I ask one more thing?"

"Ask me anything you want, Rose. Make all the questions that come in your mind. Just ask it and I'll tell you," I put a streak of her hair behind her ear and she blushed intensely. Cute.

"Only now or anytime?" Was she holding herself back until now? Does she have many questions too?

"Anytime," I caressed her bottom lip with my thumb and she leaned closer and kissed me softly.

"Keep tempting me and you will have to pass that ointment on me again, because I'll do something that will make the soreness get back," she whispered.

I smirked, "Is that a promise?"

She seemed surprised with me flirting back so openly, as I usually like to let her struggle, "How does your ancestry works?" I never thought she would ask that.

"My ancestry?" As she nodded, I got back to preparing the tteokbokki for us, without any sea food on it because we are coincidentally both allergic to it.

"Yes, I mean, how does it all ties together?"

"Mom's roots are originally from here, though it wavered with generations. My seven times great-grandparents were all from here, Switzerland. Their original surname was lost in time, as they mostly had daughters and as they got married they took their husband's last name. Mostly having only children."

"All from your mom's side?" I nodded.

"Yes. All from mom's. From her side of the ancestry tree, we went from Germany, to England, back to Germany, then to Switzerland. Stayed in the country for four generations, until my great-great-great-great-grandmother moved to China and married a man there. They had a daughter who moved to South Korean and married a man there. My great-grandma was the one who came back to Switzerland under the Choi surname."

She seemed amused, "What a journey."

Indeed it must have been. "Right? She had a couple of twins with a local and took his surname. My grandfather. His sister who died at 15 while skiing, making him the only branch of the family. Grandpa married a girl from Germany and they had my mom."

"So, your mom is like… Swiss, German, Korean?"

"Pretty much, yes."

I gave her a cup of pineapple juice, which she asked me to make, and she took a sip. "Mm, delicious And what about your dad?"

"From England, to France, to Italy. Stayed in Italy for six generations, then my grandma married a Englishman and moved here. She had my dad, and he had me with mom. As they married, she took Graham as her new last name. That's way my name ends like that," I winked at her.

"Italian-British-Swiss. Korean-German-Swiss. You have five nationalities, taking from them. That's amazing, Gray. And you are an only son, right?"

I blinked, "Nope."

Her eyes widened, "You have siblings?"