Doctor Kim

Chapter 25

I jerked at her wicked, dirty touch, and pushed up onto my elbows. "Uh—"

At my startled reaction, her hands returned to their innocent holding pattern, caressing my body. She tried to conceal her embarrassment. "Pretend that never happened."

It was hard to slip in and out of the scene so abruptly. I didn't want her to be ashamed, and more importantly, "It's okay. You, um, just caught me by surprise."

It was one of those statements that came out before I really evaluated the thought. Was it okay? I'd never done that before. One night, first semester when I'd been hammered, Jay had tried anal. No discussion, no lube, or anything. We'd been having sex, and when he tried to put his dick in a new place, I'd given him a full five seconds to attempt it before realizing I couldn't deal. But hey, I'd given it the old college try.

Before Minji, Jay was pretty much all I knew in the bedroom. I hadn't believed oral sex could feel like it did now. I'd enjoyed sex with my boyfriend at the time, but I had no comparison. I hadn't known what I was missing. And I wasn't disgusted by the idea of anal stuff, or even outright opposed to trying it, but I was fairly confident I'd never enjoy it.

Was it possible with Minji I might?

Her voice was so low, it was barely audible. "Yeah?"

Her hands ventured once more, creeping closer to the new spot for us. She watched me intently, looking ready to retreat the moment a word came from me. But I pressed my lips together, curious. The fingers of her right hand trailed through my pussy, gathering up my arousal, and slowly spread it backward into my crevice.

My breath came out stuttered. Her featherlight touch was unfamiliar. Naughty and corrupt.

But I . . . kind of liked it.

Her left hand abandoned me so she could palm her straining cock through her pants for a moment, and then she scooped up the item she'd set on the nightstand. It was a small, clear bottle with a blue top. Fire blasted up my legs as I realized what it was.

The cap on the lube was flipped open. She tipped the bottle over and poured a small amount into her palm, then closed the cap with a sharp click, and dropped the bottle onto the bed beside me. She moved methodically, rubbing her hands together until her fingers glistened. All the while, the intense connection of our gaze never wavered.

The way she looked at me—it was consuming. She was powerfully sexual and commanding. I licked my dry lips and drew in a deep breath to steady myself.

Minji didn't waste any time. Her fingertips started at the small of my back and inched down. Her left palm cupped my ass cheek and peeled me open while the coated fingers of her right hand slid down, spreading the lube around. The sensation was unexpected.

In fact, it was stunning how good it felt.

She swirled over the taboo spot, each circle she drew was tighter than the last until the tip of her index finger was there, pushing gently to gain entrance. That . . . did not feel as good. It just felt weird, and I hesitated, tensing my shoulders.

Her eyes were a deep brown ink, and her voice fell to a hush. "There are a lot of nerve endings here." Her fingers resumed their swirling, proving her point. "Which means there can be a lot of pleasure. Trust me, Hanni. I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to, and I promise I'm not going to hurt you."

I believed her, but a voice in the back of my mind said it was a promise she couldn't make. Not emotionally. I already thought about her too often. I cared about her too much. What was going to happen when the summer was over? If we kept this thing between us going, how would we ever explain it to Jay?