Bonten's Advisor

Twenty Nine

It had been about one hour since that interaction, and here you were, laying on the large bed with silk sheets in almost nothing, in a five-star hotel that he had asked you to make a reservation on the drive there.

The second the room key was handed to him at the front desk, he grabbed your hand hastily, dragging you to the elevator, taking you up to the top floor, the VIP floor. He scanned the room key against the scanner hurriedly, pushing you in the room the second the door opened. Your high heels slipped off your feet, as you stumbled closer to the bed. Sanzu grabbed your arm and pulled you into an embrace, before pulling away and staring at you - up and down and back up to your face again. He slammed his lips onto yours roughly, holding your waist with his arm as he softly shuffled closer to the bed. You felt the softness of the bed against your knees, but Sanzu continued to push towards the bed, causing you to fall backwards onto the bed, bringing him down with you. Your lips were still connected in the moment, as he devoured your lips, tongue - everything.

The heavy breathing through your nose was soon too much to take as you tapped Sanzu's chest once, signalling him to let go. Your lips parted with his, as a small string of saliva snapped as you did so. He gave you a small smile, before running his hands behind your back once more, sliding the zipper down with more ease than earlier outside. Once the zipper made its way to the end, he took the initiative and slipped off the strap off of your shoulders. The small contact of his fingers against your shoulders in the small moment made you whine, causing him to chuckle.

"Needy much?" He teased, as you gave him a quick look, causing him to chuckle even more. He leaned back and got off the bed, grabbing you by the ankles and dragging you to the edge of the bed. You let out a small squeal as he did so. His movements were smooth, and your dress was off your body and on the floor in a pile in no time, leaving you in your sports shorts. He licked his lips playfully, enjoying the view in front of him. He leaned above you once again, propping his body over yours. He placed a finger at the base of your neck, feeling you gulp in anticipation, before running in down your body slowly. He ran his finger down your sternum (breastbone), circle under one breast, before making a figure-eight shape around both breasts. He made multiple circles over the Bonten tattoo, causing you to squirm a little under him as he moved on, drawing scribbles on your abdomen going from left to right, dipping way too close to your sides, where you were most vulnerable. He gave your feather tattoo the same treatment as the Bonten tattoo before reaching lower.

He finally reached the waistline of your sports shorts and gave you a quick glance, and you nodded in response, giving him permission. He grabbed the edges and pulled it down and off your ankle, disposing of it into the same pile as the dress. He ran a single finger over your clothed mound, back and forth. "You're so wet already, Y/N," He huffed out. He moved his finger down the inner thigh and back up again, making more circles on your clothed mound.

"Stop teasing m-" He cut you off with his lips, latching onto them tightly, slipping his tongue in with ease. He continued to play with your lower body as he attacked your lips. He slipped his free hand up your abdomen as you moaned against his lips, tweaking at your nipples, still covered by the nipple covers.

"Can I take these off or what?" He asked, parting his lips from yours. You were breathing hard at the moment, from both the lack of air and the teasing motion that he was still continuing.

You looked up at his eyes before answering. "Put them aside on the table, they're still reusable." You replied breathlessly. He picked at the edges of the nipple covers, peeling them off slowly and with caution, placing them both on the bedside table. You watched as he parted his mouth slightly, taking in one of your nipples into his mouth. At the same time, he hooked his fingers at the waistband of your underwear pulling it down and off your legs, leaving you completely undressed under him. You pulled him off your breast and took him against your lips once again, but with a different goal in mind. While the two of you were eating each other's faces off, you began to unbutton his vest and pull it off his body, before loosening his tie and removing his white shirt and disposing of them all. He seemed to get the message, unbuckling the belt before fumbling with his dress pants. He was left in his boxers when you felt his finger prodding at your lower entrance.