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One hand cupped my breast as he dragged his tongue down my ribs, tracing a slow path across my stomach to nip my hip bone. His free hand slid lower to pin my hips harder into the mattress, stilling my restless squirming.

“Can I take these off?” he asked, dragging his fingers to tease along the waistband of my jeans.

I propped myself up on my elbows to look down at him, nodding, not trusting myself to speak.

He pressed a hot kiss just below my navel and began to peel my jeans down my legs, discarding them on the floor. He skimmed his hands back up my legs until he reached my thighs.

“And these?”

His fingers trailed gently over my underwear, the slight pressure making me draw my bottom lip in between my teeth, and again I nodded. He didn’t take his eyes off mine as he trailed kisses back up my legs, nipping my thighs as he nudged them further apart.

I was panting by the time he settled between my legs, the look he gave me full of desire and the promise of everything.

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” he growled.

I barely had time to gasp before he hooked his arms beneath my thighs, spreading me wider for him a moment before he dipped his head and dragged the flat of his tongue through my centre.

The breath punched from my lungs.

“Fuck!” I cried raggedly, throwing my head back.

He held me open, keeping me from squirming as his tongue moved in long, sweeping strokes, and when he shifted higher, focusing his attention on my clit, he sucked and my vision burst into stars.

“Joon, oh God,” I panted, my fist tightening in his hair.

“Taste so sweet, jagiya,” he groaned, the vibration going through me.

When he slid a finger inside, a ragged cry tore its way up my throat. He was relentless, almost single-minded, moving his finger rhythmically as his tongue kept working me mercilessly, winding me tighter, and higher until–

“Joon! Oh God!”

My orgasm shattered through me, my body bowing off the bed for a moment until I collapsed, limp and breathing as heavily as if I’d run a marathon.

Jihoon pressed a trail of kisses against my trembling thighs before releasing his hold on me and rising up on his hands. He stared up the line of my body, eyes dark, lips glistening. He began to move, to crawl up my body until he held himself above me, staring down at me with an intensity that made me shiver and press my thighs together.

He dipped his head until his lips brushed mine, hesitating for a moment before lowering his body against me. His mouth slanted against mine, and I tasted myself on his tongue.

With a groan, I arched my body against his.

After a few moments, he pulled away, panting, pupils blown wide. He slid off me, and I nearly whimpered as he moved to get off the bed, but when I saw his hands go to his belt buckle, any protest I might have had died as my mouth went dry.

I lay on the bed, utterly naked, and watched as he unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them and his boxers down his muscled thighs and kicking them off. There was something almost comedic about watching him remove his socks, but as he straightened, the look he gave me was anything but funny.

He was perfection. He always had been, and he stood there now, allowing me to look my fill. My eyes dropped to his considerable length as he rolled on a condom. After all, I was only human.

When my eyes travelled back up to his face, a smirk teased at the corner of his lips.

“See something you like, jagiya?”

“Very much,” I giggled breathlessly, crooking my finger at him.

I reached for him when he kneeled on the bed, dragging my hands up his arms until I could wind them around his shoulders and pull him back down. His mouth found mine again, hot and desperate as he positioned himself above me, and then he stopped, holding himself still.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, my hands still around his neck.

“I just want to look at you.” His voice wavered, and my breath caught at the sudden tightness in my chest as all at once I was reminded of the cliff we’d found ourselves on the edge of.

I squirmed under his attention, suddenly so aware of all my imperfections, laid bare as I was, both physically and emotionally.