I’m going to enjoy every second, and I’m going to know I’m enjoying it while I’m enjoying it. Most people don’t live; they just race. They are trying to reach some goal far away on the horizon, and in the heat of the going they get so breathless and panting that they lose sight of the beautiful, tranquil country they are passing through; and then the first thing they know, they are old and worn out, and it doesn’t make any difference whether they’ve reached the goal or not. - Jean Webste
They took it to the bed. No falling stationery got in the way. Fanfic.
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ENTHRONED
“Ji Yun-ssi,” he groans. “Hold on.”
We are in my bed, and I have him on me, his hips cradled between my thighs, and my hands anywhere I can get them. He pulls back and rests his forehead against mine, his breath coming out in hard puffs against my damp lips. Yu Eun Ho is a biter, who would have guessed, and my lips are swollen and tingling from his raiding mouth. I need more.
I push both hands through his hair, happily destroying the suave hairdo. The random spikes and the curl over his eye makes him handsomer than ever. Probably because I’m the cause of his bed head. I can’t resist him, and I want him to know tonight’s the night.
He was right, we would know when I was ready to be vulnerable in his arms. Tonight, a line was crossed. At the event, he didn’t rescue me, he only stood in the trenches with me. He didn’t block a blow, he only put his strength behind mine. I thought he had already destroyed my willpower in this relationship, but right there was when he stole any sense of self-preservation. He is what I have yearned for, without even knowing what I was seeking. I am his, in all but my body, and I need to solve that problem this very second.
I tug him down but he resists. Instead he pulls my hands away, and places them on each side of my head, trapping my wrists in his long fingers.
I glance at my hands, then at him. After biting, is this some bondage kink from Yu Eun Ho?
“What are you doing?”
He shakes his head. “Ji Yun-ssi. I need to, we need to slow this down.”
I violently shake my head. “No! We’re not stopping. I need you, right now.” He can hold my hands but his hips are still between my legs. So I wrap my legs around his to hold him in place. It’s not my fault that it also means that I buck up and into him and grind heat against heat to make my point. “This has to happen.”
His jaw clenches as his spine clutches, forcing his hard bulge right where I need it the most. He gasps and tries to take calming breaths. He holds my hands down even tighter.
“Don’t do that. I’m too close Ji Yun-ssi. If we don’t slow down, I’ll finish right now and I don’t want that for us. We, I need to get us both there.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Give me a plan then.”
He pulls back, and sits up on his heels. My newly released hands go straight for where his white business shirt is half-untucked. He scoots away and points one accusing finger at me in warning. “You are such a sassy menace, Ji Yun-ssi,” he is amused but I can see the lines of tension bracketing his mouth. He takes a deep breath and backs up and off the bed.
Standing up, he stares at me. His eyes slide down to where one shoulder and one bra cup is revealed. The rest of the dress is tugged around my hips from when we fell on the bed and he bunched it up by sliding his hands up my thighs. I am unravelled and he seems to be relishing the damage he’s done. “Well, first I need to catch up with you.”
I should be concerned. Maybe even cover myself up with shyness. But nothing matters when his hands go to the top button of his shirt. Damn him, why. isn’t . he. rushing. I hear the soft pop of each one opening. In my head it goes off like fireworks on new year’s eve. My bedside lamp is on. The light plays on the small shadows around his collar bones. Three buttons in, and I finally get a wedge of chest revealed. Eun Ho’s body is deliciously muscled and solid yet lean. Taut, smooth skin stretches over chest and waist. When he flexes to pull the shirt off, I writhe. The sinews bunch at his shoulders as he shrugs out of the shirt. It drops to the floor, forgotten.
“You move so beautifully,” he whispers. Me? His eyes watch my knees twist and my toes curl. “Can I say that? You rush and you bump but it’s all a part of a great story, one that you weave every day around you and the people around you.”
His long fingers move to his buckle. I bite my lip. The zipper hisses, and I am not sure if I should be staring there but he’s clearly expecting me to so who am I to deny him? The trousers slide off to reveal something tight and dark hugging his hips and perfectly cupping his aroused body. My heart, which had slowed down for a bit is now threatening to throb its way right out of my chest.
Watching me, he walks to the top of the bed. I turn to him, my arms coming up of their own volition to welcome him. He takes my left hand, kisses it, and crawls into bed behind me.
“Eun H- what are you, no. Come h-...”
I wish I could tell you that I had more lucid sentences. But you try talking when a handsome hunk curls up behind you and tucks you into his body. His arms gather me in. My hips are pulled tight into the V his legs make, and his thighs bracket mine. His heat and scent rise around me. Tonight it’s his usual piney soap with some musky cologne that makes me wish I could just breathe him in. After he has arranged me to his satisfaction, he slips his arms under mine and around my waist. Where his skin touches mine, I burn. He’s everywhere, I’m surrounded.
“Now, we can continue,” he murmurs.
I feel every word against the rim of my ear. He follows that up by capturing my lobe in his mouth. His breathing roughens. The soughing in my ear is as arousing as the contact. My back arches, and that finally tugs the dress down, completely exposing my strapless bra. I suppose he takes it as an invitation, since the wicked man growls “excuse me” before he cups his large hands around them.
In two seconds, he’s flipped the cups down and he’s captured both nipples with his fingers. It’s so sudden I am not prepared for the heat and friction. He rubs his palms restlessly over my nipples, making them tighten and pout. I don’t know who is panting harder now. “These are so pretty, Ji Yun-ssi. They make me think of peaches, summer warm and juicy ripe.” I pant and watch his hands petting me, his long fingers almost covering all of me except when he catch the nipples between his fingers.
I reach up and grab his head down to kiss. It’s open-mouthed, unpolished and messy. I don’t know how to be smooth or feminine because I’m hungry. He simply surrenders his mouth, giving me permission to eat him up. I suck, I scrape my teeth over his lips, and I lick it all up like cream and strawberries.
I try to turn in his arms, to fully face him and climb over his gorgeous legs. He restrains me by simply plopping one leg over each of mine.
“Please don’t turn around Ji Yun-ssi. If you do, if I see what I’m feeling,” he squeezes my breasts gently to make his point, “it will be over. I will be on you and in you and that will be the end of our love-making.”
“I want you in me,” is all I can get out around my gritted teeth.
I can feel his silent laugh in his belly. He nuzzles into my neck, breathing in as he does.
“Just this first time, Ms Impatient. This first time, let me learn from you. I promised you didn’t I? Please, help me learn how to love you.”
He doesn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he pulls his legs back and mine, trapped in his, are pulled back and apart as well. My dress hikes up higher and my panties peek out. My hands clutch at his thighs. He has access to every part of me and I can do nothing. I’m bound, but I am bound to a throne made of one sexy man.
One of his hands stay, teasing and rubbing my bared breasts. The other slides down, hooking my black dress with his thumb and pulling it the rest of the way down, scrunching it past my thighs. Then it backs up and he brushes it against the front of my black panties. He curls his fingers and his knuckles press a little deeper.
The breath rushes out of me in a long whimper. I clamp down on the forearm wrapped around me and squirm. His knuckles get naughtier. It’s almost too much and I want to close my legs, but his heavy thighs keep me exposed to his invasion. The more I squirm, the more I’m opening up for him. The pressure on my clit gets firmer and firmer, before he slips his fingers under the hem.
The first touch is electrifying. I gasp. My heels dig into the bed and I bow backwards. He holds me secure in his long, lean body and I am not afraid. He growls loving words, encouraging words into my ear.
“Good, Ji Yun-ssi…more,” he commands. “Tell me what else you want. This?” and he plunges a finger in.
I am helpless now. I am caught, and splayed open to his marauding hands. My hips buck up, greedy traitors that they are. My inner walls throw a welcome party to his exploring fingers. He withdraws his fingers and I make protesting mewls.
“More?”
“Yes. Everything.”
His fingers plunge into my panties. He flattens his palm on my clitoris and his fingers delve in, the slick gush of my body helping him all the way. My eyes are closed and my entire being is condensing into a tiny pinpoint of light.
I break. It’s quick. One second I open my mouth to beg for ‘faster’ and I probably say “fah-“ before my voice is stolen. I think I scream as by the waves of orgasm shriek through me. It starts deep inside as my walls clench on his clever fingers and slams outward as he pinches my nipples with the other hand. I have lost all semblance of control and it would be frightening except that I am surrounded by Eun Ho, his body behind me grounds me, and his arms hold me together even as I feel like I have melted into the blinding sun. His fingers are the one reality, the one thing I know as he draws the orgasm out, pulling my tremors longer and harder until I moan in protest.
He finally stills. My thoughts return, as does my awareness. I feel the harsh rise and fall of his chest. He turns me around, and arranges me on his chest. I am a wilted vegetable and just lie where he puts me.
His gently soothes me with his hands. He sweeps his hands over my shoulders, and down my back. On the way, he unclasps the flipped bra, slipping it away and aside. He turns me over, and onto the bed. He kneels, and pulls the rest of my clothing away.
The cool air drifts over my damp nudity. At my feet, he starts back up my body, but this time with kisses and breath feathering over my shins, then my knees. He takes his time, sprinkling me with nibbles and gentle caresses. He drifts his fingers over my skin. He breathes me in, and pauses at the juncture of my thighs to admire the wet, slick parts.
I just let him. My muscles won’t move but his ministrations light a small spark in me. He reaches my belly and he rubs his face in it.
“You’re so soft. So silky,” he praises me. The rasp of his jawline wakes something up in me. I’ve stared at that 5 o’clock shadow at the end of a long day before. I was tired, the day had drained me and I had little willpower to stop needy fantasising about having that roughness rasp against me. And now I have his face in my belly, rising slowly to my breasts. I am a woman fulfilled.
Then he opens his mouth over my nipples and for the first time, I feel the slippery slide of his tongue on my nipples. I don’t know who’s moaning louder, him or me.
His eyes open and he inspects his handiwork. I watch him ogling, treating himself with the sight of the swollen, glistening tips. “I imagined this. So many times. That night, on the office sofa, in my home, out on the road.” Another soft suckle. I squirm.
My hand goes to his butt. While we’re fulfilling fantasies I might as well tick another one off my list. I grip him. Under the black cotton, there’s clenching muscle. He rises higher and clamps his mouth over mine, catching my gasp as he thrusts his aroused bulge against the side of my hip. Again and again, he rubs insistently against me. I slip my hand around, over his writhing abs, downwards and grasp his length. He swears then presses his forehead against my shoulder as he writhes and gyrates into my hand. I can trace his shape but that cotton is in the way. Enough is enough.
I push him away. He flips on to his back and I rise up over him. I can tell he loves it. His eyes darken and his brows form a deep V as he watches me slide his underwear down. I look at him and I am delighted to see veins and a flushed tip.
I straddle him and sit right down. I’m still slick and his hardness slips right in. He lets out a guttural moan and clutches my hips. He shakes his head wordlessly and grits out “protection” as I start to gyrate. “Ah… nnngh… wait,” he growls, even as he starts to arch up.
I pull his hands to my breasts. No mercy. He shudders but can’t help himself from mauling the tips. He thrusts into me and I can feel him twitching and jerking in me. I squeeze him right back and he bites out a hoarse curse.
I put him out of his misery. “IUD. The day after we kissed.” He glares at me before he releases a breathless laugh.
“You’re incredible.”
“Give me everything, then.”
He leans back and grasps the headboard. The pose makes every line of his arms stand out, from biceps to the hollow of his arm pits. The twin ridges of his pecs rise up. I grip them with my hands and I ride him. I arch forward, pressing my clit against his pelvic bone and forcing him out and in, over and over again. His eyes never leave my breasts, as if he’s hypnotised by the rhythmic bouncing.
I cup his jawline to kiss him, raining kisses on his face, his cheeks, that aquiline nose. He’s still white knuckling the headboard, and the bed squeaks in protest. “Let go, Eun Ho-ssi,” I whisper.
He looks at me, desperate and begging for my understanding. “I can’t. If I touch you I can’t hold out. Please,” he whines. “I’ve waited …Please…I need…” Words fail him but I get it. I know he wants me to take him and he wants to relish it.
I’ve been sated and so I last a long time. I relish his torture. I give him a show. I slide my fingers over my breasts, offering them to him. His breathless cries drive me on. I slow twist on him, and give him quick little rolls and he takes it all eagerly, gratefully. I start to sweat, making my skin shine. He shudders, writhing under me and grunting his pleasure. Finally, finally, his eyes roll back and he throws his head back. He bucks uncontrollably, desperate noises spewing from his mouth with each thrust. My thighs tremble. The hot spurts trigger me and I come too, unbelievably. My insides squeeze him and he gives this wrenching, guttural cry like he’s in pain. His whole body shudders and jerks reflexively.
I collapse on his chest. Our breaths merge, syncing up as we come down from wherever our bodies had floated off to. He lifts me a little, to peek at my face, even now checking on me. What he sees must please him because he smiles in relief. “You’re wonderful.”
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