Tell Me I'm Alive

Heed the Warnings

In a split second, he removes me from his body, lowering me onto my back, and slipping his cock back inside my cunt. I groan loudly at the intrusion which causes him to pause in his movements.

"I'm fine, just—fuck, please move. You feel so good, Min." I wrap my legs around his waist, using my heel to push against his ass, forcing him to move. He looms over me, hands pressed into the mattress on either side of my head. His hips retreat, taking his wonderful cock with him before easing forward again to fill me up. My right hand is buried in the hair at the nape of his neck while my left is clutching the sheets beside me.

"Shit, you're so goddamn tight. Feels like your pussy was made for me."

Words are beyond my abilities right now. The best I can get out are whimpers, moans, and gasps. His rhythm is slow, keeping with the theme he set earlier. I'm not mad about it though. I get to feel every push and pull of his cock against my walls.

"Min, kiss me, please. Please kiss me." The smile on his lips is sweet when he leans down to press our lips together. The new angle allows him to grind his pelvic bone against my clit, making stars fill my vision. He swallows my high pitched whine, moaning himself when I clench down on his cock.

I feel my body hurdling closer and closer to that cliff I couldn't reach earlier. I grind up into his thrusts, pushing us both further in our pleasure.

"Nana, you—fuck, you are so perfect for me, for us." He moans, lost in the feeling of my pussy fluttering around him for a moment. "I never got to tell you my feelings yesterday. Remind me to do that later." Even during this pleasure-filled moment, he makes me laugh at his antics. Only Lee Minho would bring up something so serious during our first time.

He moves one hand, using it to lift my hips and change the angle of his thrusts again. Now, with every push, he's hitting my g-spot. My vision whites out, overwhelmed with the impact of my orgasm.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Min!"

I'm not sure whether it's a few seconds or minutes before I've recovered enough to hear the praises he's whispering in my ear. "That's right, Jagi. I've got you. So fucking tight, shit!" My muscles twitch, recovering from the intense orgasm he gave me. His cock is still buried in my pussy, rock hard. He pulls out after a few moments, his cock slapping his stomach.

"Fuck! After all that, you're still hard?!" I look up at him incredulously.

"I've got the stamina of a dancer, Nana. No matter how tightly your sweet pussy clenches, I promise to give you at least another orgasm." He has the audacity to smirk at me, "I'll give you it to you though, that was close. Take your time, I'm not letting you get away just yet."

I roll my eyes at him, astonished by how calm he sounds right now. I was just put through one of the best orgasms of my life, and he's here offering another. I lower my legs to the bed and he leans back on his heels, massaging the aching muscles in my thighs. His gaze glides smoothly over my body, taking stock of all the bruises both he and Chris left on my body between yesterday and now.

"You look so beautiful with our marks. I can't wait until you're covered in them. You won't go a day without at least one of us sucking a new bruise onto the canvas you've gifted us."

I moan when he digs his knuckles into an extra tender spot on the inside of my thigh. I see his cock jump, raring to go, but he's taking his time, letting me recover. It isn't much longer before his touches ignite that heat in my core again. His lips quirk up at the corners when I reach up to pinch and pull at my nipples.

"Ready for round two?"

I send him a smirk of my own, "No, not quite," and continue putting on a show for him, touching my own sensitive breasts. He shakes his head, chuckling at my attempt to tease him.