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I Remember You...

Chapter 16

"JOON! JOONIE! Please!" 

I beg; for what, I don't exactly know but he seems to understand as he slows his pace. It's not that I remember him, but my body remembers him. The way my body responds as he holds my hips and turns my body to the side while never pulling out. He lifts my leg to thrust deeper into my wet pussy all while licking and kissing at that spot; at the nape of my neck. He moves down, lapping and pecking my shoulders. His right arm is hooked under my knee with his hand circling my clit. 

I can feel the heat from his breath as his deep voice whispers in my ear, "you missed this dick, didn't you? I can tell. You're so fucking wet for me. Damn, look at you... making such a fucking mess. And that little pussy of yours sounds so fucking good. You needed me that badly?" 

I cum undone... long and hard. The sounds that leave my body are anything but sexy or womanly, however, it is out of my control. My body shivers and spasms involuntarily. 

"Good job! You're still my good girl, I see."

Still wrapped within the warmth of my walls, he releases my leg and holds me. Rubbing his nose along the little hairs at my nape. Rubbing circles around my belly button and listening for my breaths to even out. I've never felt so loved by a man before them. 

My breathing is still a little shallow as I say, "I remember you! This is crazy. H-how can I remember you?" 

While thinking about it, I realize that I haven't had one of those dreams since I moved in. It's all starting to make sense now as I'm putting the pieces together and raise up on my elbow. 

"Joon... Joon..." I repeat as I'm trying to remember. NAMJOON!!! "Holy fuck... is your name Namjoon?" 

I can see the relief in his eyes when I look back at him.

"Yes, baby! That's right... you remember?" 

This is all too crazy. How do I know these men? Is this some type of repressed memory? And why are the feelings and memories of Namjoon so strong? 

"I remember you, but not much more than that. It's all fragmented and vague."

"There's so much that you'll remember in time. The guys and I feel as though it will be better for you to remember organically. We don't want to accidentally place memories into your mind."

That makes sense and I agree that false memories should be avoided, especially now. I don't argue but I must admit this is all so frustrating. I wonder what I need to do to bring these recollections to the forefront. I'm lost in my thoughts as I'm cuddled back into his arms, caressing his hand as he continues to trace my belly.

Slowly, he rubs his hand upward until he's brushing the full bottom of my breast with his fingertips. He begins to massage it, taking it into his large hand before he lightly pulls on my nipple, making my tiddie jiggle on release. My nipples have always been extremely sensitive, so his light touches send moans spilling up my throat. I can feel him growing hard, still nuzzled inside of me. 

"Can you cum more for me?" 

Licking my lips, I nod yes. Of course I can cum again because just being near him has me dripping... I could fuck him all day. Holding me tightly and without slipping out, he sits us up before finally removing his shirt and tossing it across the couch with the shirt I used for my hair. He turns our bodies, placing my knees on the couch. I'm still amazed how they can just sling my body around as though I'm feather light. He keeps one knee on the couch and grounds his foot on the floor. After slapping my ass, he rubs the spot gently while slowly sliding in and out of me. I feel like I could cum already.