KISMET Prequel TaeTee

The Pinnacle of Love

Tee

That was P'Tae's undoing.

His hand slipped behind my head and held me securely while tilting my face and prying my lips further open with his mouth. My hands went around his neck, pulling him close to me, desperately. I may have released an embarrassing whimper, shuddering and succumbing to his embrace.

I let him devour my lips. All I wanted was to be in his arms and let him take everything from me – my body and soul. Because I love him.

His free hands slipped to my waist, his fingers seeking my bare skin. My hands greedily ran over his bare shoulders and biceps, taking in my fill. When his palm touched my side under the t-shirt, I shivered keenly. I want him to touch me. Because I'm his and his only.

My back arched like a bow when his palm slid up my rib cage to brush his thumb over a nipple.

"Ah...." I moaned softly into his mouth, pushing my chest up, urging him to continue. My whine was swallowed by his kisses when he was pinching my peaked nubs. "'Fuck...." The swear word slipped between my lips. It was surprising since I seldom curse.

P'Tae moved back a little to stare at me.

I don't know what he saw but he fisted my shirt and swiftly pulled it up. I lifted my hands obediently, letting him rip it away from my body. I hate clothes right now. I want to feel the contours of his abs against my belly, his pecs sliding against my chest.

Then he grabbed my hips and dragged my body unceremoniously down on the sheets to lie on my back. Before I could recover from the sudden movement, he was under the covers, between my legs, and hovering over me. I stared up at him, speechless and panting. I love the way he can manhandle me.

Then he's lowering over me, forcing my thighs to spread further apart to accommodate his hips. Nothing to complain though, I feel him hard and eager, pressing against the inside of my thigh, I'm sure he feels me too, hard and straining against his abs. The feeling was surreal since I'm still new to physical intimacy.

I curved my neck, when his face was buried there, shuddering at the delicious roughness from his stubble. I will have stubble burns tomorrow and I have no way of escaping the impish remarks from my cousins. But that thought was only fleeting. My whole body is on fire from the full body contact. I wish our pants would disappear. The gentle rocking of his hips is adding a satisfying friction to my hardness, yet it's not enough anymore. I want more.

Before I could sink my nails on his shoulders and ask for more, P'Tae slid down my torso, his mouth never parting my skin, leaving multiple hickeys down the way.

"Ung...." He bit into one of my peaked nubs and I grazed my nails up his back to grab his silky stands with both my fists. "Fuck...." I cried, wrapping one leg over his waist. Front of my thin pajama pants is wet from the amount of pre-cum I've been oozing. But I've got no patience to take a moment to discard it.