Be With You

37.2-private~

"If I open this door and we'll go inside, you're not letting out and going to stay on my bed for the whole weekend." Quen speaks with a hint of smirk on his face, teasing me.

We're both standing in front of his pad, his hand on the doorknob while the other holding mine.

We went there early in the morning after we decided to leave their private beach before his parents saw us.

"We just had sex so many times at the beach that I couldn't count and you're telling me this now?" arching my brow at him and moving closer until my upper body was pressed against his arm.

"Just making sure..." then he leaned and kissed me quickly before opening his door and pulled me inside.

But as soon as my foot stepped inside his pad, my body moved quickly to push Quen against the wall after he locked the door. I didn't wait for him to respond when attacked his lips with hungry kisses.

He moaned and squeezed my waist with both of his hands and pulled my body to crash on his.

Inserting my tongue to his mouth and explore it inside, cupping his face to ravish him better. One hand slid down to his already grown and turned on crotch. He muttered a curse when my hand grabbed it.

"Babe..." he pant and lifted me by the butt and felt him walk while our lips still linked. My teeth grazed on it and pulled it harshly. "Kira-ahh."

He was already sitting on the couch when I pulled away, lowering my body and sitting on his bulge making him sighed and rested his back while his eyes turned dark with lust as he watched me slowly moving on top of him. My hand placed on his stomach as I continued to grind, feeling the sensation again between my things.

I can feel the roughness of the fabric of his pants against my womanhood. Quen's hand caress my thigh up to the hem of my skirt and pulled it up so he can have a full view of what I'm doing.

My lips were slightly hanging open as I felt myself starting to get wet. I knew he was watching me so I need to give him a nice show when I'm the one on top of him. Leaning again to him for a lustful kiss as my hands were starting to unbutton his pants, Quen didn't do anything and just let me do what I wanted with him.

With his hard and proud manhood stuck between us after I freed it, he groaned my name when I started to stroke it...up and down.

He closed his eyes and bent his head on the couch. I was staring at his eyes while I kept pleasuring him.

I never knew that I needed to see this sight of him. That the famous Quen Jung was under me, calling my name over and over again with my hands touching him.

And I know that I could do more. I stopped, making him open his eyes but back on the couch again when I knelt between his open legs and put the tip of his groin on my mouth, swirling my tongue then sucked him.

"Tangina." he loudly groan. "Shit...babe...Ah, fuck." his hips slightly moving but I still keep my slow phase, pleasuring him.

Really, I should read more books. It's effective.

I cupped his balls and played with it...my mouth started to feel that he's almost on the edge but Quen held both of my arms and pulled me up to stop me.