For the Love of Joon

Chapter 10-Coming Home

"Oh my god. Don't stop."

I want to close my eyes to the pleasure, but I don't dare for fear he will stop. He inserts two fingers slowly, and it is all I can do not to let my eyes roll back.

"Joon." I whimper.

Seeming to read my body's needs, he starts pumping his fingers into me, and his tongue flicks faster. I don't just fall over the edge. No, my orgasm crashes into me like a freight train. I haven't even fully come back down when I feel him crawl up my body, placing kisses as he goes being sure to place on eon my scar and across my belly where my stretchmarks live. His erection is sitting just at my entrance.

"Condom?"

"IUD."

"Who's the lucky guy?" He asks, giving me the most evil smirk.

He slowly enters me, and this time, I can't stop it when my eyes slide closed. My hands grip his biceps, nails digging in a little. Leaning down, he kisses down my neck and across my chest, giving each nipple equal treatment. He starts at a slow pace, letting me adjust to his size.

"Baby girl, I want to go slow and make this special because it is technically your first time, but I don't know that I can control myself. You feel so fucking good."

"Don't hold back."

That is all the encouragement he needs. He leans down and gives me a deep kiss before sitting up, taking my legs and resting them on his shoulders. He picks up the pace causing us both to moan out. Turning his head, he places a kiss on my leg beside his face and then leans his head against it, closing his eyes. The sight in front of me takes my breath away. I have an absolute god in between my legs, losing his damn mind all because of me. It is the most empowering thing I have ever felt as a female.

Opening his eyes, he moves my legs, looking down where he is sliding in and out of me, he licks his bottom lip before looking up at me through his lashes. His arms hook under my knees, lifting my ass off the bed a little, hitting an entirely new angle.

"Joon...I..."

"Cum for me, baby."

I wouldn't be able to stop it even if I tried. I come so hard I see stars, and I feel myself get wetter.

"Oh my fucking god, you are a squirter. Holy shit, that is..." He makes a sound that is between a groan and a growl. "Fucking perfect. You are perfect."

He thrusts in a few more times before coming with a moan. Once he stills, he pulls out and lies down beside me, both of us trying to catch our breath.

"Damn, that was...I think I have definitely been missing out."

He slaps the inside of my thigh.

"Hey, none of that. We don't need to be talking about missed opportunities. Only focus on making up for lost time." He says while wiggling his eyebrows at me, making me giggle.

We both get up and clean up. He hands me one of his tees and I slip it on, looking around for my underwear.

"Hey, did you see my underwear?"

"No. Maybe you weren't wearing any."

I raise my eyebrow at him, and he gives me an exaggerated innocent look. Okay, I see you, Kim Namjoon. He moves his suitcase to the floor and flicks off the light. The only light comes from the TV, and we lie in the clean bed. He lies on his back, one arm raised, with his hand behind his head. The other arm he lays out, and cuddle up to him and lay my head on his chest. He wraps his outstretched arm around my waist, and I hook my leg over his. Sighing as if content, he kisses the top of my head.