Doctor Kim

Chapter 8

Upon hearing her name from my lips, Minji's face softened. She lowered until our lips touched and moved her mouth against mine, wanting that connection while she gave me the other I'd demanded.

"Oh," I moaned into her mouth as her hips flexed into me.

The first slide into my body had been amazing, but this second one put it to shame. Satisfaction fired all along my system, lighting me up with fireworks. She pulled her mouth away from mine, dragging it across my cheek, and groaned into the shell of my ear. The sound was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard.

Her withdraw started sooner this time, and the same panic took over. She was still inside me when I cried out, "Again."

She grunted like I was killing her, but she loved it. "I shouldn't." It was a hollow statement, because she pushed inside me, and quicker this time too. "We shouldn't." Her uneven breath fell in the crook of my neck as her body continued to move. "Doing this is wrong—"

I grasped her shoulders, like I could keep her right there. "It feels too good to be wrong."

Which should have proved that sleeping with her was, in fact, very wrong. Usually, the enjoyable things were bad. Like chocolate cake and buying expensive shoes you didn't need.

My confession drilled into her and flipped a switch. The muscles on her back tensed before she shifted, rising enough so she could stare down at me. Her eyes were full of primal need. It was then she actually began to fuck me.

Her first full thrust stole my breath. The second was hard enough it made my breasts bounce and drew her attention. She clamped her hands on them, holding firmly as she drove into me, her thumbs brushing over my peaked nipples.

I arched off the mattress, pushing myself into her hands, wriggling against her hips beating against mine. Gone was the unsure girl I'd been before. Beneath Minji, the sexual woman I'd always wanted to be came alive.

She looked stunning as the fading light from outside played across her chest, her expression intense and focused. I didn't bother holding back the whimpers and sounds of enjoyment, and she didn't either. She grunted and sighed as she rutted into me, both taking and giving pleasure.

"You're gorgeous," she uttered between hurried breaths. Her gaze wandered appreciatively over my breasts and moved up to settle on my lips. "You're so fucking young and gorgeous."

The caress of her hands was madness. Fire licked at me with her touch, sensitizing my skin. And as her pace increased, so did the feeling of another orgasm. Was it possible? I'd never come from sex before, but Minji was obviously experienced. She'd mastered my body more in one short afternoon than Jay had done in three years.

She shifted so she was standing upright, locked a hand on each of my hips, and drove into me. The new angle threatened to make my eyes roll back in my head, and I gasped with satisfaction.

Her lips turned up at the corner in an impish smile, and I could read the question reflected in her eyes. "That's the spot, huh?"

Moans drifted from me, too loud to contain, and the smile on her face faded somewhat. I was loud. Too loud. If someone decided to come up from the basement, they might hear us. She slowed her tempo, but I was greedy and frantic.

"I can be quiet," I said, "but, please don't stop."

She looked conflicted. "I love the little sounds you make, but—"

Only I wasn't making little sounds right now. She coursed a hand slowly up over the curve of my arm, along my shoulder, and up to cup the side of my face. It was sweet and sensual, and I turned into it, pressing my lips against the center of her palm in a kiss.