Too sweet for me / Hyunchan /

7 - In your bed

Walking up the stairs, I'm already feeling hot, and want to take everything off. The closer I get to our bedroom, the more excited I become, like some teenager who gets turned on at the slightest touch.
I even feel my nerves getting me and, for the first time ever, I'm actually nervous at what's about to happen.

Warm water at the shower grounds me a bit. Yet the touch of wet, sleek tiles and the smell of his shower gel remind me of my prize waiting in the bedroom.
The moment I step out of the shower and dry my hair with a towel, I'm back to having one-track mind.

Where is he now and what is he doing? Through the half-way open door, I see his silhouette with nothing but underwear on. He's doing something, who cares what, and I stare at my dessert. If he was hot before, with the clothes on, he's beyond hot now.

We had enough of this nice game!

I storm out of the bathroom, naked and all, and attack his lips, starving, deprived. My hands meet at the back of his strong neck and he answers instantly.
He lowers his hands down and lifts me up so my legs hug his torso and we are on our way to bed.

Or, I think that's where we're heading.
I have no idea because my eyes are closed, and all my senses are wrapped up in that kiss. I feel it to my bones.

I knew the moment I saw him in that bar that he would be a great kisser. He most definitely is the best there is, his lips are bossy but also passionate and needy and soft and wanting me so desperately... It's like sex but just with kisses, and tongues and omg... he's perfect.

My back drops on the soft mattress and I bounce a bit, but his arms press me down and he pulls me closer, where he wants me to be. I'm like a rag doll in his arms, and I'm loving it.

I always wanted someone to crave me so madly it's borderline obsessive. Not only that he's a great kisser, I'll get to experience the crazy passion that margins with madness. He tops like no one before.

Even with this overwhelming start, he manages to get himself together and take time to make sure I'm ready.
When he's not kissing me, he holds his bottom lip trapped like he needs something to keep those sexy lips busy at all times. Maybe he's biting lips to hold himself from going hard on me. Whatever it is, it turns me on.

And the hands... oh the hands.
Hands at my waist, hands at my thighs, hands holding me, owning me, praising me... when he locks our fingers and lifts our hands above my head - I surrender completely.
It's all yours, Chan.

Once we start the ride, the gloves are off. Pleasure is mixed with a slight pain, just a little bit, until the pain is gone, and then it's just pleasure after pleasure after pleasure...

I don't even know what I'm saying or which gods I'm calling, it all just one big blur of going through climax, and then more of it, and more, until there is nothing more in me to give.
I'm spent, used, done... all over our bodies and sheets.

That was the first round.

The second round started, I don't know when, because I dozed off for a little bit.

When I opened my eyes, I saw his strong arms anchored into the silky sheets, and his chest above me.

Without a word, he slid down and started giving me butterfly kisses and occasional wet licks on my hip bone.
He seems to like it there.
I completely lost it when he started following the trail going from the navel.

- Again...

That was all I said. He looked at me amazed, totally awed.
With one flip, I was on all fours, and he positioned between my legs. He didn't go rough on me even though I would have let him, I don't know what came over me. Was it because we were in a middle of nowhere, far from our lives, unbothered, free, wild... who knows.

He took his time to kiss the small of my back, but his hands were firm, fingers digging into my flesh. One hand slid under my throat, gripping me tightly. I almost came right there, it felt so good.

No, no, wait... it got even better when he pushed himself in, never letting go of my neck. With a thumb, he slid over my lips and I sucked on it. Until he pushed himself all the way and I winced.
Slow moves at first turned into a steady rhythm and the hard thrusts. I think my eyes rolled back from that sensation.

He knows all the perfect spots. It's like someone gave him a map of my body showing exactly where and how to fuck me.
Just when I was about to come, he stopped. I wanted to kill him!

I held on to the bed railing, and he continued with hard moves. It was like we never experienced sex in our lives and this was our only night ever. Just insanely wild.
I didn't care if it would hurt in the morning. I wanted to be reminded all day tomorrow about this.

He made me come. He surely fucking kicked that climax out of me twice that night and, after the second time, I was mellow like honey in hot tea.

Was there aftercare? I think so.
I remember we were in a bath.
I remember falling asleep in his hug.
I remember being carried to the bed.

That's all I remember.
All that, and the way he tastes.
Manly. Addictive. Irresistible.

....

I woke up around eleven.
I felt so good.
There was no trace of the anxious, attacking feeling I sometimes get. It is like he readjusted me, and suddenly, everything makes sense.

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Did I say the story was mature?
Yes, I did.
You should really trust me when I say things.
😏

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