Minho tiptoed back into the bedroom, the same damn floor board creaking like it did everyday. He bit his tongue, silently cursing himself, his eyes quickly steering towards your sleeping form, hoping the sound didn't wake you. And thankfully, also like everyday, you didn't. You were a heavy sleeper, as he had gotten the pleasure of knowing throughout your years together.
And did he mention you were a beautiful sleeper too?
His eye caressed the naked skin that revealed itself from the disheveled sheets. You probably had had some wild dreams, because the sheets only covered your buttocks, the rest of your limbs sticking out from the dove grey satin, your body rolled to the middle of the bed and your head pressed into Minhos pillow.
Pillow stealer! Minho chuckled quietly, enjoying the fact you wished to smell him even in your sleep.
Making sure he did not step on the other two creaking floor boards, he padded towards your side of the bed, his eyes caressing your face. He had planned on just pressing a little kiss on your cheek, but he halted mid-bending over. It was a gentle late summer morning, the light filtering through the curtains, bathing you in a sweet honeyed hue. He couldn't help but feel his heart burst with giddy love, his hand moving away some of the hair that lay in unruly curls over your cheek.
You sniffled your nose, making him stiffen, but soon enough it became clear you were still very much asleep. 'MMmore.' Your sleep heavy voice moaned, your eyes moving beneath closed eyelids. 'Myes I want ah..' You mumbled, your lips letting out a soft sigh.
Minho licked his lips, feeling his body stir. Oh.. you were having some very nice dreams. He let out a soft sigh in turn, eyes travelling down your naked back, small goosebumps rising on your skin. Hmmm.. Perhaps..he could make your dreams even.. better. He smirked.
With a very careful flick of the wrist he folded away the last bit of the blankets from your body, revealing your soft tush to him. Naked like the day you were born. And that was just how he liked you in bed, naked, his eyes carefully trailing over your soft skin before they were aimed back at your face, tender blues keeping a close eye on every little twitch and smile, to make sure he could keep you in your blissful state of sleep for as long as possible.
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A wet warmth soaked between your legs, making you moan in quiet delight, your eyes still closed. You inhaled deeply, Minhos musky Chanel scent lifting from the sheets, enveloping you. In fact you could swear he was hovering right above you, so deep and rich was the smell. You smiled, humming again, your hip shifting to release some of the tender ache that was tingling your nerves.
It was then you felt a foreign object inside of you. Curled snugly inside your fluttering walls. Warm. Strong. A..a finger. You sighed, brows furrowing. Did you start masturbating in your sleep..? You tried to locate your arms, stretching your fingers, the veil of sleep slowly lifting as you realised it was most definitely not YOUR finger.
The finger curled even more, pressing against your secret spot. Like it knew exactly where it had to be. You sighed again, this time more wantonly, your head turning, but your eyes still glued closed. 'Hmmm.' You hummed, pressing your hip back ever so slightly, demanding more.
You were welcomed by a pair of soft lips and the scratch of a two day beard, right in the soft spot where your head and neck meet. Minho. Unmistakably Minho . Though it confused you to find he was laying on the wrong side of the bed. You groaned, but just as quickly forgot about everything, a new, most welcome digit pressing a deliberate circle over your cl*t. Like instant fireworks, your veins started to blaze with electricity, your every sense still recuperating from last nights sweet love making.
This man was insatiable.
And you didn't mind.
'min..' You hummed, hip bucking forward into his thumb, his strong hands giving you little leeway as they kept you exactly where he wanted you. His lips moved higher, placing tiny wet pecks over your neck until he reached the shell of your ear.
'Relax..sshh.' His deep voice buttered you up, made you swoon in his strong arms, his curled finger unhooking and slipping out. You sighed in quiet dismay, missing the feeling of being filled.
'Ssshh.' He hushed again, his hot breath now washing over your ear as you felt another familiar body part present itself to you. Thick, hot.. velvety.
Your core sighed in want, willing it to come inside, fill you. But there was no hurry. Not for Minho. His thumb disappeared from your cl*t, the electricity in your veins immediately dying down, his hand instead using the moment to pull your hip in a different angle, your soaked lips now grazing more delightfully against his hard member.
Without any assistance he pressed himself slowly, but deliberately inside, your walls clenching tightly around him, stretching around his velvety girth. You gasped, eyes slowly blinking open, wishing to be fully aware of him. To see him. The room filled with his delicious low groan, the bear waking up inside the gentleman that was LEE MINHO.
You loved the feel of his chest as it rubbed against your back, the way his large arms wrapped around you, pulled you close in an iron lock of love. You loved the way he nibbled, kissed and licked long trails down your skin. The way he claimed you.
He pulled out again, the sensation leaving you incomplete, a desperate keen escaping your lips. You finally turned your head to look at him and were met with two large blown out eyes, filled with lust. He kissed you passionately, claimed you, for real this time, his hip pressed himself back inside of you. The feeling was so full that you almost struggled to accommodate all of him, your moan caught by his eager lips.
'Oh jagia.' He whispered huskily, his hand travelling back towards your hip, tracing your soft skin with calloused finger tips before he reached his final destination. You looked into his eyes, chest heaving heavily. You couldn't stop wanting this man. Couldn't stop taking whatever he gave you. Not even after all these years.
With expert twirls of his index finger he re-awakened the storm inside you. Your toes curled as you felt your walls tighten even more fiercely around him. He groaned into the feeling, his hip jerking more tightly into you, effectively grounding you, impaling you, coiling you up. Your lips once more met, desperately now. Teeth nipping, tongues dancing.
His finger started to slowly circle over your nub, your mouth letting out more and more small gasps and moans, your body wishing to writh and roll, but failing as you were trapped in the arms of your bear.
'Min..' You whispered, a quiet plea for him to proceed. He smiled into your hair, a devilish smile, his finger speeding up his administrations whilst his hip started to slowly impale you again and again on his desire for you. It felt so good. So tight. So warm. With every push of his hips Minho let out a moan, the soft slap of skin on skin driving him to go deeper, faster, give you more of him. Give you anything he could give you.
'Ha...YES.' You keened, feeling the warmth of bliss wash over you slowly. Your hips started to jerk more aggressively, not knowing whether they wanted to move away from him, or move closer. Move into his strong finger, or onto his rock hard cock.
Fuck, he was so deep inside you.
He demanded your attention again, lips nipping at yours. You opened your mouth, allowing him whatever entrance he wished. Gave him full dominion of your body. And he gladly took it. His finger twisted ever so slightly as his tongue dipped inside of you and just like that..it snapped. Your coil unwound in a flurry of colours and blinking stars, your eyes brushing closed, your skin suddenly so very hot and tingly.
You fluttered around him, begged him to join you in the feverous bliss. And he gladly joined. With a few more rough thrusts he shivered into his own release, arms pulling you almost painfully against his chest. But it was no more than pure perfection. You loved the way he knocked the air out of your lungs as he roared out a final cry of lust and you loved the way his c*ck twitched and swelled inside you, only to fill you up with his desire for you. His love. His life.
You limped in his arms, your face turned slightly away, gasping for breath. And just as quickly your sweet loving Minho was back. These strong, restricting arms now soft and tender once more. You sighed, leaning into his chest as you felt another flurry of sweet kisses press over your heated skin.
'Good morning wife.' He whispered.
You smiled, your heart still thundering from the after effects of your sweet undoing. 'Good morning husband.'
