Bangtan Sarang || KTH - Book 2

~ Chapter Seven ~

Jia woke to the sound of birds chirping. She hadn't had such a calm morning in as long as she could remember. She was always on the clock.

She smiled and stretched, becoming aware of something hard pressed against the small of her back. She wiggled her hips slightly, feeling it get bigger and harder. When she heard a muffled grunt from behind her, she smiled.

She felt a feather light kiss on her shoulder.

They were still lying tangled together in the blanket. The fire had died out and the room felt cold. She snuggled back into him and he groaned again. He was so warm, she never wanted to get out of his embrace. His arms tightened around her as he shifted slightly, letting his hardness slide in between her legs from behind.

"Hmmm" he moaned appreciatively. "This feels good" his voice was even deeper in the morning.

She would swoon if she could.

He was still snuggling in behind her. She badly wanted to turn around and kiss him but she also wanted to play with him for a bit.

She squeezed her thighs together and moved. He hissed and bit down on the back of her neck. His hand moved to her breast and brushed over her taut nipple.

She moved again.

"Don't tease me" he moaned.

She chuckled.

"You think it's funny, do you?" He asked, his annoyance was clear in his tone. She didn't need to turn around and look at him to know.

She giggled again.

"Why you little..." He swiftly pulled her close. Her back flush against his chest, gripping her thigh, he lifted her leg slightly and entered her from behind in one swift motion.

She gasped. Her laughter dying down being replaced with wonder and surprise.

She was ready of course, wetter than the rain outside, so it wasn't really painful but he was just that big. She would never get used to him.

He pulled out and plunged back in, hard, evoking another gasp from her.

"Still funny?" He asked.

She shook her head unable to speak.

The hand on her thigh, tightened while the other hand had wound from under her, to her core. His fingers circled her clit as his thrusts got faster and harder.

She couldn't breathe. She was a moaning mess in his expert hands. She pushed her head back and he buried his face in the crook of her neck, biting and suckling on the sensitive skin there.

She thought she would die from overstimulation. The feeling of him sliding in and out of her was driving her to crazy heights. She couldn't hold on much longer.

"Ahh! Tae, I'm...." Her voice faded as his hand moved from her thigh to her breast and clenched. The other still rubbing on her swollen core while he thrust into her.

"I know baby, me too" he bit out. He quickened his pace, ramming into her without any reservations.

She felt him grow inside her just as her orgasm washed over her. She convulsed painfully around him and he moaned unable to hold back his own release. He jerked behind her with the power of his orgasm, gripping on to her for dear life.

They stayed like this for a while, spent and unable to move.

"Are you okay?" Tae asked, softly pulling out of her. He had been a little rough, he thought guiltily. He was never rough with women. He knew he was larger than your average Joe, so he always took care of the women he slept with.