Doctor Kim

Chapter 19

Why did this idea turn me on so badly?

As I got comfortable on the cushion, I watched Minji fling aside the top towel in the stack and snatch up the condom she'd brought out. Then she stalked toward me, her face serious, as she tore open the edge of the wrapper with her teeth and pulled the condom out. She came for me like a man on a mission.

Her body was beautiful. Rivulets of water cascaded down her chest, slaloming between the defined ridges of muscles, and she glistened in the soft light coming from inside the house.

The chair beneath me groaned as she planted a knee between my legs and then finished rolling the condom down the length of herself. My breath caught in my lungs. Everything inside me was tight with anticipation and need. As she knelt between my knees, she cast her eyes downward, following the stroke of her own hand, readying herself.

"This is my fantasy," she said. She rubbed the tip of her cock on my slit, making me squirm and shift. I needed her inside me. Couldn't she see how desperate I was? Her gaze moved along my body until it connected with mine. "My fantasy," she continued, "every day since I saw you out here with him."

My mouth dropped open in surprise then rounded into a silent moan as she pushed herself into me. It felt like she was everywhere. Inside my body, inside my mind, inside the deepest recesses I didn't allow myself to go. It couldn't be her fantasy—because it was mine. I tried to tell her, but her first thrust was so powerful, all I could do was grab the cushion beneath us and hang on.

"I was jealous. So unbelievably jealous." Minji widened her knees, which were tucked under my spread legs, and pumped her hips a second time. I recoiled with pleasure, and a victorious look lit up her eyes. "Watching him get to fuck you, when I wanted it to be me. I wanted it to be like this."

Oh. My. God.

I was a stick of dynamite, and her confession cut the fuse in half. One spark and I was done for.

She set her hands on my knees and slid her palms along my inner thighs, pressing me wide open to her. "I stood there watching, and I didn't know I was capable of being that jealous about anything until then. I wanted you so fucking bad, Hanni."

I let go of the cushion and placed my palms against her damp chest, needing to touch her. I wanted more contact. Craved her mouth on me. She obliged my unspoken request and set her hands on the cushion on either side of my head, lowering her lips to mine. Our wet skin stuck to each other, and I moaned into her kiss as she eased faster, moving at a steady, seductive pace.

"What did you think," she said between hurried breaths, "when you caught me watching?"

Her open mouth hovered, her lips brushing mine and threatening a kiss, but she was just far enough away, I'd have to commit to it. I undulated beneath her, and the way she teased the kiss was . . . sensual. But she acted as if I'd only get my reward when I'd earned it and told the truth.

"I wanted it to be you," I said in a blur. I hadn't even admitted it to myself, and now here I was, saying it out loud. "After I saw you—" How far should I go with this? Should I tell her all of it? "I closed my eyes and imagined I was with you."

"Oh, fuck," she said and descended upon me.

The intensity of our movements went wild. Finding out our dark appetites matched each other was liberating, and we reveled in it. Her rhythm changed from seduction and passion, and crossed into a territory that was more primal.

The lounge chair squeaked and protested as she drove into me, but I moaned louder, needing to compete with the sound. I didn't want Minji's attention on anything other than me, not even for a second.