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“Kiss me, Sunjae-ah”
One moment, she is on top of him, straddling him and in the very next he has them flipped and lying down, her back pressed against the couch with him hovering over her, his arms and knees supporting his weight. She wastes no time in wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him closer.
“Im Sol”
His voice has an edge to it that she finds delicious and tightens her legs around him and watches Sunjae suck in a deep breath.
“We are going to be in trouble if you keep doing that”
“Maybe I want trouble” she teases and she can see Sunjae snap.
He wraps one of his hands around her thigh and pulls her closer, the closest, and she feels him, harder than before, directly over her, only their clothes separating them.
He descends on her mouth with no further warning. Hungry and wet and hot. Her fingers find their way to his hair, her nails scratch his scalp the way she did before and his answering moan is a gift that makes her toes curl.
He starts trailing kisses from the corner of her mouth to her jaw, finally making his way to her neck, she knows, intending to leave a mark. She wants him to. And she also wants to mark him. The itch to carve each other onto their souls would have to make do with this. She makes a mental note to invest in a good concealer.
All thoughts about concealer and marks leave her head when she feels his thumb graze her nipple over her top and her entire body jerks. She didn’t even feel his hand leave her thigh and make its way onto her waist, under her breast.
She feels him smile against her neck.
“We can’t have you be somewhere else, can we?” he says cheekily
Her nipples are already hard and he flicks his thumb over it again and she almost archs her back.
“Is this alright?” he asks as his voice takes a more serious tone.
Her Sunjae, always sincere and considerate.
She answers by taking his palm and cupping it over her breast. His eyes widen and looks like they would pop out of their sockets. Sol giggles at his expression, loving that she has this hold over him. He squeezes her breast lightly and she is breathless and is reminded that he also has the same hold on her.
Their lips meet again, this time gentler but no less intense, his hand exploring her breast, with a squeeze here and a flick there. He nips her lower lip, tugs at it with his teeth as gently as possible followed by a suck and soothing movements of his tongue over and over with expertise. He is an actor, and she has watched him kiss on the screen. Of course, he would be an expert at this. Even though he is someone whose forte is more in the action-thriller genre than romance, that doesn’t mean he hasn’t had sex scenes here and there.
And Sol has watched them, multiple times, imagining it was her with him in the scenes. That’s a secret she is taking to her grave. She feels the green of jealousy and self-consciousness spread across her chest. She isn't anywhere near the beautiful actresses he has shared the screen with.
Sunjae notices, because it is Im Sol and Sunjae is nothing if not attuned to the smallest of her movements and expressions. He pries his lips from her and whispers her name against her lips in a question.
In lieu of answering, Sol tries to slot their lips together again. Hoping to distract him from asking questions.
Sunjae would have none of that. If something is bothering his Sol, he must know. Sol tries to reach for his lips again but one look from his eyes tells her he is not going to relent. She turns her head to the side, avoids looking him in the eyes
“Nothing, it’s just that you are good at kissing” she mumbles, still not meeting his eyes
Sunjae hears her words praise him but her voice tells him of something else. So he waits.
“Umm”, Sol starts, still not meeting his eyes, “I mean it’s a good thing— a great thing, really.” Followed by the awkward laugh he remembers from two or three lifetimes ago, still not letting up what is bothering her
“ Sol ”
She covers up her face with her palms. Finally mumbles, “You must have lots of practice. Of kissing. And everything, I mean. Which is a good thing, really”
He can only make out all of what she said because there is only a breath’s space separating him. Jealousy. Realization dawns on him. And self-consciousness. Now, jealousy he could tease. But self-consciousness— his Sol, with him? He cannot have that.
She is still covering her face, when he moves his arm to her back, picks her up and has them sitting up again, with her on his lap, cradled against his chest, his arms wrapped around her.
“Sol”
His voice makes her shake her head and nuzzle further into his chest, to hide. He knows she is jealous and insecure. That can’t be attractive. Sol thinks.
“Sol-ah”, he tries again. “You need to listen to me and look at me, please ”
She expected teasing, but the desperation in his voice when he says please makes her look up.
“There hasn’t been anyone. Ever. It never felt right.” He emphasizes each word.
Huh
“Huh”
She only realizes she has voiced her surprise out loud when he begins to speak again.
“I mean— the movies— on screen— the acting—. It was only that. Not real. Never real” he fumbles with his words.
All of a sudden, he feels shy, and is the one trying to avoid eye contact.
“Oh” is all that Sol offers.
“Yes, oh ” he mimics her.
“It’s the same for me too,” she says after a few seconds of deliberation. And touches his forehead, her fingers feather-light touch over the place that once had a scar. She seems to be fixated on that point.
Sunjae is still processing the information when she says
“Take me to bed Sunjae-ah”
Sunjae’s brain short circuits because of course, it does. But Sol seems to be out of patience and is trying to free his torso of his cardigan. He has to stop her. They have to stop.
“Sol. Sol-ah. Stop. Stop” he pries her hands from his cardigan and holds them in his to stop their movement.
But that is the wrong thing to say because he watches as Sol’s expression changes and she tries to free her hands and she now thinks he doesn’t want her. Stupid. He can’t have her entertain such thoughts so he tightens his hold on her and goes to quickly explain,
“I want to Sol. I want you. More than anything. But I— I don’t have anything— I mean we don’t have protection”
“Oh”, she says again.
It seems like the memory from a lifetime away of a bag full of condoms and screaming families hit both of them together and they break into a smile, which turns to full-blown giggles as their foreheads touch. Sunjae pecks her nose, sweetly, and Sol makes a decision.
Sol is still on his lap and she is chewing her lip in a way that he knows she wants to say something but is not sure how to say it so is doing her best to stop herself from blurting anything out ( and oh god he is getting hard again, this is torture ), so he arches an eyebrow at her in a silent question.
She sucks in a deep breath and straightens her back as if preparing to go to war.
“Iamonbirthcontrol” Sol says without taking a breath between the words and in a pitch so high, he can’t really make out anything other than maybe the word control.
Yes, it has taken a lot of control to stop from going any further, Sunjae thinks.
Sol braces herself and repeats her words, this time more clearly
“I am on birth control— You know— for health reasons— PCOS— anyway, you don’t need to know the details”, —she does the Sol awkward laughter and continues “And umm, since we— we have never— you know. So we are both— clean. So we can, umm—” Sol's voice increases in decibels as she continues, and she thinks oh god I am embarrassing myself so badly and how many times have I said ‘you know’ and oh god what if I am forcing his hand
“—Only if you want to” she all but screams the last part, “I don’t want to force or pressu— oomfp”
He silences her with an open-mouthed kiss, his tongue finding hers and sucking. He shifts their position so that she is straddling him a second time, one of his hands grips her waist and another finds its way to entangle in her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp. Her moans reverberate against his lips, and he kisses her until they have to but separate for air. Her face is deliciously pink and the sight of lovebites on her neck from the previous make-out session makes him feel uncharacteristically smug.
He doesn’t think he can get harder than he is now, with just the sight of her flushed from his kisses, still fully dressed and prays, because there is no more doubt about where the night is going but it cannot end soon. He will not let it end too soon. He promises himself as he takes her arms and wraps them around his neck, secures her legs around his waist and stands up, walking single-mindedly to the bedroom.
By now he has lost all sense of time. It could have been seconds, minutes or hours since he had carried her to his bedroom. The only thing he knows is Sol, in his arms, against him, returning his kisses with equal ardour, her weight a comforting presence on his lap, as he sits with her legs wrapped around him at the edge of his bed. He is never getting enough of her lips. Soft and pliant one moment and ferocious and demanding in the other. With years of yearning between them, there is a need to submit and a need to claim.
Their kisses get hurried and wet, Sol gripping his neck to not part from his lips for more than a second, alternating between sucking and biting but Sunjae wants more and his hands make their way under her top— skin.
Finally.
His hands, a cold contrast to the warmth of her covered skin.
Sol gasps. Closes her eyes and arches her back, pushing herself onto his touch.
His hands shake as he strokes the expanse of the skin from her waist to her stomach to her back, with featherlight touches over and over again. His fingers put pressure against the line of her spine, disbelieving, and feels the goosebumps erupting all over her.
He draws circles over the skin exposed to his hands just below her bra and she sways from the sensation, his hands tighten around her waist to keep her from falling over.
Encouraged by her response, he brings his fingers to her shoulder, wraps them around the sleeve of her top and pulls it down along with her bra strap, his mouth wasting no time in attacking the new skin revealed to him. His left arm is still supporting her as he places open-mouthed kisses from her neck to her shoulder. His index finger moves along the seam of her top, over the swell of her breast, and dips into her exposed cleavage and Sol loses her mind.
She tugs at his hair to move him off her shoulder where he has taken to nipping with his teeth.
“Sunjae-ah”, she moans his name, her eyes filled with lust for him — and it makes him feel all sorts of things—“I need to touch you”
Sol is impatient and Sunjae’s cardigan is the first to go.
She lays her hands on his chest and the touch has Sunjae suck in a breath. He takes one of her palms in his and splays it right over where his heart is pounding— all of him belongs to all of her — he hopes the action conveys. She looks him in the eye, hypnotising, pushing him onto the bed, and he falls like a domino, pulling her with him.
He feels the full weight of her over him, pressed chest to chest, as they lie down. The weight of her breasts against his chest, delectable. He needs to feel her skin on skin and goes to take off her top, but Sol is faster than him— and apparently has the same thought —freeing herself off her top in a swift movement and Sunjae is breathless at the sight of her, only clad in her bra and jeans, sitting over him. She is in charge right now and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
A moment passes or an eternity, Sunjae doesn’t know, of Sol looking at him as if she can see right into his soul. And then she begins descending upon him. Bliss.
Sol nuzzles his neck with her nose, inhales his scent, and starts placing butterfly kisses first on his neck and then travels to his shoulder now that he is finally free from his cardigan and her lips have access to all the skin. She takes one of his ear lobes between her teeth and bites experimentally, and his fingers dig into her hips. She does it again and he moans. Sol feels giddy, learning all the ways his body responds to her. Now, she takes to sucking the earlobe she bit all but a second ago and he exposes his throat to her. She doesn’t waste any time and starts placing open-mouthed kisses on the skin he offers, and uses her tongue to lick along the length of his throat. Sunjae thinks he is going to die.
Sol starts moving lower, exploring his skin with her lips, tongue, and teeth, leaving a trail of red marks over him, kissing the expanse of his chest and then she takes a nipple into her mouth and bites. Sunjae’s whole body jerks and his brain is fogged. Sol is on a mission and she keeps moving lower, her lips planting a kiss over his navel, her fingers— an experimental brush over the dent in his pants. Sunjae hisses, belatedly realising what she intends to do and if he doesn’t stop her now things will end prematurely, so he flips them over, and now she is on her back on the bed and he is kneeling between her thighs.
Sol whines at being stopped from her endeavour, tries to rise and reach for his buckle. However, Sunjae grabs both of her arms, pushes her back on the bed, her arms pressed to her sides and he hovers over her. Sol opens her mouth to complain but he shushes her with a kiss.
Sol, still not deflected, tries to flip them over.
“Sol, no—wait”, his voice is breathless, “You can’t. Stop.— I won’t be able to last.”
“That’s kind of the point though”, she says in a teasing voice and pouts and grinds against him, and brings her knees to press against his erection. And good god, Sunjae can’t tell whether he is in heaven or hell.
“I need— This time, please— I need to be inside you when I come ” he hisses.
His words hit her, and Sol goes completely still, wide-eyed. He can see her skin flush redder, all the way to the swell of her breast; she averts her eyes and clears her throat. Now she blushes — Sunjae thinks, amused— when all but a moment ago she was on her way to give him a fucking blow job.
Sol clears her throat once again, opens her mouth to say something but decides against it. She is adorable and sexy and everything Sunjae has ever wanted but didn’t think he could ever have.
Sunjae leans his forehead against hers and closes his eyes.
“I love you”, he breathes against her and captures her mouth in a searing kiss.
“Tell me to stop Sol, and I will. Anytime”, he promises.
“No— don’t stop— please”, her voice is a moan, and a plea, and a command.
Im Sol on his bed will always be a vision, Sunjae realises.
Sunjae looks her in the eyes for confirmation and when he has his answer, reaches behind her to unhook her bra. His hand trembles as he pulls the piece of cloth off her body and sees her. She is round and supple and pink and brown. His gaze is intense and Sol feels heat flushing her cheeks, all of a sudden shy. She would cover her face with her hands but he still has her hands pressed with his so she settles for closing her eyes.
“Im Sol”, she feels the hot air blow over her breasts as he speaks, “Look at me”.
She can’t help but look at him, following his words as if in a trance. He looks her in the eyes and without any warning captures one of her breasts into his mouth and sucks. Sol lets out a cry, arching her back. He lets go of one of her hands to knead her other breast. Sol’s hand flies to his head and takes a fistful of his hair as soon as it is free. Her legs fall open and she knows she is dripping with want.
He covers her entire areola with his mouth, sucking it, and his tongue encircling her nipple over and over again, his hand attending to the other breast, kneading, and pulling and pinching at her nipple. He bites her nipple lightly and lets it go, only to blow hot air against the wet skin and takes her breast back into his mouth, sucking. He does it over and over, his mouth and hands interchanging their ministrations from one breast to the other.
Sol is drowning in sensations and making noises she didn’t know she could make and doesn’t find the will within herself to be embarrassed. One of her hands fisting his hair, she doesn’t know whether to pull him closer to her breast or pull him off of it. Her other hand interlocked with his in a death grip, her nails digging into his flesh. The sucking noises Sunjae is making against her chest are lewd as well as erotic at the same time and she is clenching against empty space, her toes curling against the bedsheet. She needs to come.
“Sunjae— please. I need— I need ”, her voice is hoarse and unrecognisable to her ears.
“I know love,” Sunjae says, letting his attention up from her breast.
He brings their locked hands to his mouth and nips at her knuckles, and places an open-mouthed kiss between her palm before letting her hand go, and begins trailing kisses from her chest to her stomach, his lips sucking and biting and marking all the skin he finds. His hands spread her thighs to lie between them, he goes lower and lower, his face hovering over her stomach, and Sol has both of her hands buried in his hair now. His tongue dips into her navel when he reaches it, making Sol tug at his hair with particular force. She feels his lip curve into a smile against the skin of her abdomen.
His hand finds its way to the button of her jeans,
“May I?”, he whispers against her skin.
Sol can’t believe he is asking but it is Sunjae so of course he is asking.
“Yes, Yes— please”, she knows she must sound desperate but she is way past the point of caring. She will die if he doesn’t touch her soon.
Sunjae has the button open and the zipper pulled down in no time. And the scent of her arousal hits him even before he has her exposed.
He closes his eyes and inhales.
Sol hides her face in her hands with the embarrassment and anticipation from what is about to happen.
He is going to eat her, she can tell. And she wants him to, Sol realises.
She is conflicted between wanting his mouth on her, and the self-consciousness and embarrassment of being exposed, of being so vulnerable. But it’s Sunjae, and they have defied the space-time continuum to be here. And she unquestionably wants.
He drags down her jeans at a torturously slow pace. She has been wearing practical cotton underwear, which has turned translucent from her want, and the sight will stay imprinted in Sunjae’s memory till the day he dies.
He nuzzles at the most intimate part of her with his nose, over her panties. Sol has to bite into her palms to stop herself from making any noise.
Sunjae notices, because of course, he does.
“Sol, don’t— let me hear you, please”, he pleads, “I need to know what you like”
And how can she deny him anything?
Sunjae takes her right leg, bends it over his shoulder, places a kiss on the back of her knee, and feels Sol tighten her leg over his shoulder. He starts with butterfly kisses but it doesn’t take long for his kisses to start getting wetter, his mouth more demanding. He bites, and licks, and sucks, mapping his way from her knees to thighs, and Sol knows the marks he is leaving will last for days. He does the same with her other leg, wraps it around his shoulder and kisses, bites, sucks, one of his hands stretching to massage her breast, and another, spanned across her abdomen to keep her in place. Sol has lost count of the moans and gasps escaping her, her hands, gripping the bedsheets.
His teeth scrape against the edge of her underwear, not near enough, teasing. And he returns to nipping and kissing her thighs. His nose would rub against her cloth-covered clit for all but a fraction of a second when he alternates between his attention from one thigh to the other.
Sol has had enough.
She buries both her hands in his hair, tugs, with a little more force than necessary, pulls his head to where she wants him, and grinds her pussy against his face. And he sucks, covering all of her with his mouth. His tongue prods at her hardened clit over her panties.
He presses a kiss on the top of her mound and looks up at her, and he is a vision to her eyes, his eyes hooded and her legs wrapped over his shoulders, holding him in place.
“Impatient, are we?”, he is smirking at her from between her thighs, and has one of his perfect eyebrows arched.
“Sunjae, I swear to god if you don’t—”
He uses one of his hands to move her panties aside and licks a stripe from her slit to her clit before she can complete her sentence and Sol lets out a whine, her back curling and her heels digging into his shoulder blades.
The taste of her, with no cloth separating them, is exquisite. Sunjae relishes the smell and taste of her arousal, the evidence of her want for him, drunk and light-headed. He will never admit, out loud, for how long he has wanted to do this. How long he has wished to have his face buried between her legs.
With no further hesitation, Sunjae unwraps her legs from his shoulders, lifts her hips and rids her of her panties. She is now exposed to his eyes, glistening with arousal.
“Beautiful”, he whispers, not even an inch separating him, and Sol feels the hot air against her, making her toes curl against the silk of the bedsheets.
And then he sucks. His tongue prods at her clit, incessant. First with gentle licks, and then he increases the pressure, his teeth scrape against her hardened nub and Sol is mewling, a string of incoherent words escaping her lips.
He reaches her slit with his finger, and nudges, Sol sucks in an audible breath. He pushes in, and his finger is so much bigger than hers, and she already feels so full, her muscles clamping down.
Sunjae feels her muscles gripping his finger, and she is warm and wet, for him, and the sight of his finger inside her almost makes him come in his pants. He has to take multiple deep breaths and count sheep in his head to calm himself down. He needs to work on relaxing and loosening her muscles, for him to fit inside, without hurting her.
He begins to pump his finger, drawing out her wetness, and his thumb rubs circles on her clit. His lips resume their attack, sucking, kissing, nipping, exploring all the ways to make her gasp and moan. His finger picks up speed, and he hits a particular spot that has Sol reflexively wrap her legs around his shoulders. She flutters around him, so he experimentally curls his finger and is rewarded with a breathy moan from Sol,— “More”, she says.
And Sunjae obliges.
He picks up speed, alternating between pumping and curling his finger, his lips and tongue not letting up from their onslaught on her clit. She is close. Her muscles flutter around him with rising frequency.
The muscles on her abdomen spasm, and Sol feels a slow tingle awaken deep within her which grows into a delicious pressure as Sunjae continues his attention on her with increasing intensity. His tongue flicks and nudges her nub, and nuzzles her with his nose, blows hot air on her, before taking her clit in his mouth again. A particularly deep suck against her clit, and the orgasm hits her. She is clenching around his fingers, his name falling from her lips, her body going slack, and her hands falling from his hair.
She hasn’t yet come down from her peak, pulsing around him, when Sunjae inserts another finger.
“Oh”
Sol’s voice reverberates in the room.
“Is this— not okay? Should we stop?”, concern laces Sunjae’s voice and oh god, she loves this man.
“No, no— don’t stop. Please. Just. I am. You feel so good .”
Sunjae gloats at the compliment. How can he not? She is the love of his life, the love of all of his lives, and she just said he is making her feel good.
She is stretched, it’s a snug fit. Sunjae almost doesn’t have any place to move his finger, her muscles a death grip on him. Instead of thrusting, he settles on a circular movement, trying to loosen her muscles.
With his fingers still inside her, he rises against her body and takes a breast in his mouth. And she clenches, hard, around his fingers. The softness of her breast, inviting, the skin around it red from earlier, and he flicks his tongue across her nipples, bites, sucks, and makes a slurping noise that has Sol thrashing her head. He feels the telltale sign of her fluttering around his fingers, gushing more wetness, and he begins thrusting his fingers into her unhurriedly.
He lets go of her breast with a wet plop, his face moving back between her thighs.
“So wet. All for me”, Sunjae says, more to himself.
His mouth attacks her clit with renewed vigour, and his fingers drive into her faster and deeper, drawing more and more wetness from her. It’s all too much and not enough, Sol thinks, his name falling out of her lips over and over again, like a prayer. And it is music to Sunjae’s ears.
He scissors his fingers inside her and bites down her clit, and she is so close to the peak when he inserts a third finger into her, and curls them. Her second orgasm washes over her, more intense, her entire body spasms. She is clenching around him, it’s a tight fit, and he drags her orgasm on, pumping all three of his fingers inside her, and his tongue drawing patterns against her clit.
She looks at him, her eyes dazed, her hair a halo against the pillow, when he pulls his fingers out of her. She looks like a dream. And what a cruel dream it would be if he were to wake up. With her eyes on him, he makes a show of putting his fingers inside his mouth, covered with her slick, and licks them clean. Sol’s eyes roll to the back of her head, dizzy. She needs him, inside, now.
She reaches his buckle with shaky hands and he lets her, opens the button of his pants and drags the zipper down, and he grits his teeth when she palms his erection over his boxers with a trembling hand.
“Sunjae-ah, I need. I need— inside me. Right now.”
“I know, love. Soon. Just give me one more.”
Her brain is foggy, and before she can process his words he has his face buried in her cunt again, his hands spreading her thighs and holding them in place.
Sol cries out. She is so sensitive, already two orgasms in, and she can’t. She tugs him by his hair.
“No, Sunjae-ah, I can’t. Not another one, please, I need to feel you inside”,
“You can love, give me another one, and then I will be inside you.”
He begins earnestly lapping at her slit, drinking in all of her like a man parched. His mouth is no longer gentle, sucking and prodding without letting up. He slurps at her slit, his nose nudging her clit, she is already so sensitive, and he pushes his tongue inside her.
Sol sobs, crying out from the pleasure she did not think was possible, her nails digging into his scalp. He moans, and she feels the vibrations inside her. And she comes, pulling his tongue deeper into her. She is engulfed in sensations, her entire body contracting from the strength of her orgasm.
Sunjae, now satisfied with his work, makes quick work of ridding himself of his pants and boxers, kneeling between her legs.
She is still catching her breath, not yet down from her high, when her eyes fall on him. He is hard and the tip of him is glistening with precum. He is beautiful, Sol thinks, her mouth watering at the sight of him. She thinks of his words, how he won’t last if she puts her mouth on him, how he said this time he wants to be inside her when he— and she feels her ears and cheeks turn hot.
With the support of her elbows, she rises and reaches for him. Sunjae lets out a loud gasp when she wraps her fingers around the length of him. He is hot to touch, the velvet of his skin a contrast to how hard he is. She gives an experimental pump, circles the tip of him with a finger, spreading his precum and Sunjae’s hand flies to the nape of her neck, pulls, and crashes her lips against his. She can taste herself on him. The kiss is brutal and demanding, a battle of teeth and tongues, both of them hanging by a thread, ready to snap. She climbs up on his lap, her hands landing on his shoulders for support, and her wet folds brush against his erection. Both of them gasp, breaking away from the kiss.
“Last chance to back out, love”
“If you even think of stopping, I am going burn your goddamn bed”, Sol threatens, only half joking, and seemingly that’s all the encouragement Sunjae needs to push her back down on the mattress and climb on top of her, his weight supported by his limbs so as to not crush her.
One of his hands finds her slit, and Sol sucks in a breath, watches him collect her wetness, and rub it over his cock. The picture he paints makes Sol’s vision blurry with want.
“I can’t wait any longer,” and he guides the tip of him to her folds, aligns himself with her, and begins pushing. His earlier ministrations have made his descent into her somewhat easier but even with three orgasms and all the attention of his mouth and his fingers, it’s a tight fit, her muscles clamp on him, and he has to inhale and exhale with his mouth to not come right then and there. Sol feels the stretch, as he slowly slips inside, and it is a sensation she does not have words to describe. He is breathing heavily, his breath fanning her face, a sweaty sheen over his forehead. She knows he is giving her time to accommodate and adjust to his size, but she feels like they have dragged this enough.
She wraps her legs around his hips, her heels digging into his ass, and she pulls at him, pushing him all the way inside.
She squeaks and her lips form into a silent ‘Oh’ when he bottoms out inside her. Something about biting off more than you can chew. It is slightly uncomfortable and her eyes sting a little. But she is so full and she is feeling all of him, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Sol”, his voice a little sharp, “Are you okay— does it hurt?”
“No— just”, her voice more airy than she intended, “Just give me a moment”, she manages to breathe out.
He nods, his forehead drops to touch hers.
“ What do I do with you? ”
Sunjae presses a kiss on her nose, then on her cheeks, and the space between her brows. Her eyes are closed in concentration, her chest heaving, her legs still wrapped around him. He buries his face in her neck, waiting for her to adapt to having him inside her.
The sounds of their breaths echo in the room.
“Move. You need to, please — move, now”
Now that he has the green light from Sol, he pulls out almost entirely, and pushes in, Sol tightens her hold against his hips, and drags his lips from her neck to meet her lips, pulls his tongue into her mouth. This is what heaven must feel like. She is wet and warm, stretched around him, snug.
He pulls out again, and thrusts into her, with a little bit more force, a little bit deeper and Sol mewls against his lips, and vibration travels from his tongue to his entire body. He repeats the movement, and Sol arches her back, her entire upper body pressed against his, the swell of her breast against his chest, soft and tantalizing, and his hands move to grab one of her breasts, soft and pliant, moulding against the pressure of this hand.
He settles alternating between slow strokes, lazy movements, not pulling out of her at all, and powerful thrusts, going as deep into her as he can. The noises she makes inform his movements.
He knows nothing but Sol.
The taste of her lips, her body. No matter how many times he kisses her, how many times his lips find her, it is not enough. He is greedy for more.
Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him in and in, her hands splayed on his back, nails digging and scratching, sure to leave marks, the evidence of her touch.
The sight of her, welcoming him, her gaze full of love and lust, taking him. Red, the marks he left adorning her.
Her scent, he wants to imprint on his skin.
And the sound she is making. When he hits a particular spot or discovers a place she is sensitive to touch. When he has her mouth on her or when he is sucking on her perfect breasts. But his favourite is her laughter.
Sol has engulfed all five of his senses and it is like discovering an oasis, after miles and miles of walking in a cruel desert.
Sol feels him twitch lightly inside her and decides to experimentally clench around him, the noise that leaves him is magnificent, piercing into her core. She does it again and his pace falters, and he pushes, his thrust more forceful than before. He pants her name against her neck.
She can tell his control is close to snapping, anticipation.
She uses her legs to drag him in deeper, bucks her hips to meet him and grind against him.
A fierce kiss to her lips and her name breathed into her mouth is the only warning she gets before he quickens his pace, plunging into her with a hurried rhythm. Each drag and push and pull of his cock draws gasps and breathless moans out of Sol.
She is wet and he is hard and throbbing. The sound of their skin meeting, the squelch of him thrusting into her wetness, and their moans and gasps, incoherent words, resonate in the room.
He is getting close, both of them can tell. His pace, losing rhythm, getting more and more erratic.
The hand attending to her breast reaches between her thighs, where they are joined, finds her clit and begins rubbing. She is already so sensitive from his mouth and his fingers, and now the way he is thrusting into her, her eyes water.
Oh. Oh. He can’t possibly— she is already three orgasms in, he can’t be expecting another? She voices out the same.
“No, Sunjae— I can’t. Not another one. Please. It’s too much. Already”
Sunjae is so close to his release but how can he, without her?
Her voice from another lifetime whispers into his mind, ‘I do well with compliments’, and he decides to try something.
“You are doing so well. So good,” he continued thrusting into her and rubbing her clit, scraping it with his nails, making Sol almost scream out his name.
“Too much— I can’t. I can’t.”
“You are doing so good,” he kisses the corner of her mouth, looks at her “You can give me one more, please, Sol-ah”.
He feels the beginning of the slow flutter of her muscles around him. It is working.
“So good to me. So wet. So warm. All for me .” She bites into his neck to keep from screaming and she is gushing around him, already sensitive, reaches her peak in a quick crescendo, her muscles clenching around him, squeezing him in a tight grip, the sensation is out of the world, he follows suit, reaching his peak, releasing into her. He sees stars. He keeps thrusting, dragging their orgasms out as much as he can.
He slows down as the exertion hits him, drags her body as he lies down on his back, snuggles her to his chest, still joined with her.
It takes time for both of them to catch their breaths. He feels himself going soft and pulls out, both of them hiss, too sensitive.
Still lying over his chest, Sol snuggles closer, and buries her face, suddenly shy.
He kisses the top of her head,
“I love you,”
Sol tightens her hold on him,
“I love you too, Sunjae-ah”.