Chapter 19
After he finishes his call to the boys, he bounces into the kitchen full of energy like they have re charged him. I have made a pot of coffee, and pour him one, then ask him what he wants to eat for breakfast. After some debate we decide on pancakes and I whip up a batch of batter.
I ask if he wants to listen to any music and nod to the Alexa. I really enjoy music, I love the fact that it can take you off somewhere else, a real escape, or how it has the ability to transport you back to a memory or emotion. I enjoy reading and TV, but sit me down with a nice drop of wine and a playlist and i'm in my element.
He says yes, and tells me to choose but not any BTS as he wants a break from them. I chuckle and tell him that's a shame because I haven't managed to work my way through all their music yet. He gets up from the kitchen table and comes over to me at the hob and I turn, my back to the pan heating up, my hands on the rolled edges of the worktop steadying me. I feel him slip his arms through the gaps wrapping them round my waist and looking at me with inquiring eyes.
"Why were you listening to House of Cards on repeat yesterday?" He asks whilst kissing my chin and along my jaw line. "Well, when it first came on it reminded me of the film fifty shades of grey, and then that made me think about what the film is portraying, and then that made me horny and want to touch myself, so I put it on repeat and got lost in the moment" I say quite matter of factly and then realise what I have just admitted too. Well, I didn't touch lower than my hips, but he is bound to take this omission as I have masturbated to his music. Now i'm embarrassed.
He looks up at me with a glint in his eye and says "mosdoen yeoja" then repeats in English "naughty girl" and kisses me on the lips, pulling me towards him from the sideboard. His hands lower from my waist and he digs his fingers into my peachy posterior, I feel something hard on my hip and realise he is saluting my naughtiness.
I really want him, I can sense he wants me too, and if I don't calm us we are likely to set fire to the kitchen! That would be a great metaphor for what I want to do, but I mean literally as I have a hot frying pan right behind me. I pull away from him and place my hands on his chest and purr into his ear "I want this so badly but let me turn of the hob of first before we have an accident"
I turn and move the frying pan from the hot plate and turn the power off. I grab his hand and pull him back to the bedroom, shouting behind me for Alexa to play Lori's favourites and turn herself up.
He pulls off his t-shirt and I finally see his body in real life. It's better than in my daydream. He has a few tattoos, is muscly but in a defined way, not too showy. He has the most amazing inguinal creases over his hips, I reach out to touch them and we resume our kissing. It's deep and needy, almost aggressive with passion. I push down his boxers releasing him. I'm pleased that this seems to match that of my vivid hallucination from the other day too.
He grabs the hem of my cami and pulls it up, but just to release my breasts, he doesn't take it off fully. He moves his hands over the full mounds finding erect nipples with his thumbs and groans. His mouth moves down my neck, tongue intensely tasting me and I drop my head back opening myself to him. He pushes me back on to the bed and pulls my pyjama shorts down to my knees and then even slower to my ankles before fully releasing my legs. He gazes at me appreciatively and grabs his hard cock, moving his hand up and down it, his tongue swipes across his lips. He looks as though he is deciding what to do with me next.
He climbs onto the bed over me, moves my cami top further up and covers my eyes with it. He kisses my mouth again and says "let's play" in the most orgasmically charged low growl. He works down to my nipples, biting and sucking them and flicking them with his tongue in a rapid motion. Further down he travels, blowing air on my abdomen after he has licked, the warm to cool sensation heightened because one of my other senses is hindered.
I feel him push my legs apart making my knees bend, he slips in between them, his pillowy soft lips touching my wet slit. He expertly tongues my clit, and then pushes the whole organ inside me, going as deep as my opening will let him. He moves it back and forth dropping in flicks to my clit every now and then. I feel as if he is playing me like an instrument, a conductor in his head directing him how to bring the orchestra to a crescendo. I can't contain myself and come hard on him, screaming his name, fingers entwined in his hair. I'm not done though. I want more. I'm hungry for him.
I pull him upwards, and push my cami from my face. I kiss him and taste myself in his mouth. I ease him over so he rolls on to his back. I straddle him and quickly push his throbbing shaft inside me. He lets out a muted moan and grabs my tits squeezing them together, they spill out over his fingers and are heavy, but I think he likes the size of them. I sit upright and at first just rock my hips back and forth holding onto his torso, but then I lift my legs so I am in effect squatting over him. I grab his hands to steady myself before lifting up and down slow and controlled. He feels amazing and I pulsate around him, looking right at him our eyes fixed on each other. He sits up and I push my feet behind him and push down hard onto him, he grabs my arse and holds me steady whilst he thrusts in to me. My nipples graze his soft skin as we move and I feel them ignite, my lips find his ear lobe and I suck and nibble.
He buries his head into my neck and I hear him muttering in Korean, I am so close to coming again and I think he is about to too, so I tighten myself around him and step up my pace. I'm so wet, and we slide against each other so well, the perfect amount of friction moving us towards our fulfilment. The whispered Korean continues but gets more and more rapid in pace. I have no idea what he is saying, but I don't care, it's so hot, I feel myself reach elation as he shouts "wala".