In the dark

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With Peri's eyes still closed from her night of sleep, she felt a tickle on the outside of her right thigh. Instinctively, she swatted at it before resting her arm on her side. Peri felt herself drifting back into her slumber when the same tickling feeling returned—this time, sending tingles down the back side of her arm. Peri jerked her arm away, curling it under her chin as she willed herself back to sleep. For the third time, the tickle came back at the hem of her shirt. She felt a slight lift of the fabric, followed by something adding a little pressure to her hip. 

Peri didn't move away this time. Now, she lay perfectly still, letting her neurons fire up as she tried to figure out what was happening around her body. The pressure grew with each pass around her ball and socket joint—one, two, three, then four. Peri soon realized it was a hand massaging her leg. The size of the hand or the strength did not give anything away as to the hand's owner that was slowly coaxing her away from her sleep and over to something much more alluring. 

A delicate stroke around the band of her underwear made Peri release a small breath and push her hips back, silently asking for more. A deep, raspy chuckle ghosted over her ears before a wet kiss was placed on her temple. A little smile graced Peri's lips as she tried to turn her body toward him. A firm grip on her waist stopped her movements. Peri almost whined when denied but decided to try an alternate way. 

Slowly, she turned her head only. The contours of his face fit like pieces of a puzzle in her brain as she pictured who was behind. His long, slender nose brushed against her in an Eskimo kiss. Peri's lips blindly searched for his until she felt his full ones connecting with hers. Only then did his full image come into her mind. Namjoon. 

His kiss was soft and slow. It was only lips on lips with tiny tugs each time they moved against one another. Peri tried to open her eyes to catch the stunning visual of a man beside her, but when her lashes pulled apart Namjoon's free hand moved from her bare leg up to her eyes to seal them close again. 

Once Peri's eyes were secured close, Namjoon's fingers fluttered down her cheeks to the column of her neck before continuing their descent back down to the base of her shirt. However, instead of going back to her panty line to tease her some more, his hand tucked under her shirt and made his way back north. His minor skin-on-skin touches were enough for Peri to whimper now, and she could feel the tug of a satisfactory smile on his lips.

Namjoon's gentle hand came up to caress her right breast over her cotton bralette. His thumb grazed against the little peak of her bud, poking out through the fabric. An audible exhale of his breath against her neck sent a pathway of heat down her body, spreading from her neck down to her core within seconds. Namjoon's hands continue to venture across her chest, slipping under the garment to fiddle his fingers around her erected nipple. Peri's head smoothly falls back further into the pillow. 

She can feel Namjoon's other hand snaking behind her back as she arches up. Once the second hand joins the first, her bralette pushes up over her breast to free them from any more obstructions. Both of his hands are on her breasts now, massaging them in circular motions as Peri's hips push back against him more. Her ass was grinding up against his crotch. 

Releasing one breast, Namjoon's hand drops down to the front of her underwear, wasting no time diving his fingers in to press against her clit. Peri went from whining to gasping to moaning, all in one go. Namjoon had Peri in the palms of his hand. He could do whatever he wanted to her body, and there wouldn't even be a glint of pushback. Unless that pushback came from her hips rocking against his hardened member, of course. 

Peri's mind was being drained with each flick of his fingers on her mound. Her brain no longer sends transmissions to move the rest of her body. There was only this. There was only him.