Whenever you would finish baking something, you always hung up your apron off to the side of the kitchen. You slip it off the hook and over your head. You glance over to your office door then back at him and slowly open it and go inside. As he waits impatiently and with full curiosity, you slip your panties off and drop them just outside the door, where you know Jooheon was watching intently.
His jaw drops slightly and all too quickly at this new bold coyness you seem to have acquired. Wide eyes linger on your hand as it retreats into the dimly lit room. Suddenly, with a hungry swipe of his tongue across his lips and an excited nibble at just his bottom one, he makes his way over to the door. His strides are quick and deliberate, his pace at almost a jogging speed.
You hear him quietly making his way to you. Closer, closer. In practically no time at all his fingers curl around the door and pull it open. On the floor, his shadow disrupts the light that was now spilling into the room. His eyes search for you in dark, rushing to adjust to it as quickly as possible. Before they fully adjust, he's just able to make out your silhouette as he scans the room.
There you are, sitting on your desk, waiting for him. As soon as you're sure he's spotted you, you spread your legs and push the apron down between them and lean forward, your hands on the desk bracing you. He strips off everything that's left and discards it all haphazardly before making his way towards you once again. At first, he stumbles a little in the dark he hasn't completely adjusted to yet and you giggle at him as he regains his composure. A devilish look spreads across his handsome features and soon he's back to hunting you down, determined to make you his.
Before he even comes in contact with the desk, his arms reach out in front of him allowing his desperate fingertips to connect with your soft, sensitive thighs. His hands impatiently push your apron out of way and hungrily snake over your skin. Your desire for him overpowers any amount of bashfulness you may be feeling, until his fingers discover certain areas.
Whenever the warmth of his skin could be felt nearing your chest or traveling too high up your thighs you could feel your face reddening, your heart racing, breath hitching, and a familiar excitement building even more within your body. You count yourself exceptionally lucky that he can't see your face well in the semi-darkness because he would probably tease you later about your shyness.
Jooheon's fingers creep closer to your chest, and cup you gently, thumbs grazing repeatedly over your sensitive buds beneath the apron, leading you to bite your lip. His eyes lock on you and drink you in. Every part of you that he can see, every shiver, every attack made on your bottom lip he takes in. He's so grateful for this moment. He can finally touch you, cause you to gasp and twitch and put aside your shyness, showing him instead this sexy, more confident side of yourself.
You've been wet for some time, being turned on by this whole thing and revisiting old fantasies, but now that he's actually stimulating your body... it feels like little by little you're practically flooding. When he feels your nipples have fully hardened, he removes your apron and tosses it aside. His warm, full lips leave gentle kisses at the corner of your mouth, along your jaw, and at the sensitive spot just under the corner of your jaw. The more he touches you, the more you need to feel him in every way.
Timid hands slowly push out toward him, coming first in contact with his stomach, fingertips tracing along his happy trail. Your hands make their way to his waist where you latch on long enough to pull yourself as close to the edge as you can without falling off, and pull him in tight against you. His thumbs only stopped rubbing your nipples while your bodies were readjusting, but the second you become still again he resumes rubbing just the left one as his right hand travels down towards your core. You run your hands up and down his back, up over his shoulders, and to his chest. His skin is so soft and beneath your hands, and he smells so good, like some gentle fragrance and shampoo mixed with his natural scent.
You're so drawn in by the feel and smell of his skin, your lips attach to his chest almost as if they have a mind of their own. While you shower him with kisses, your hands move to his biceps. The feeling of him touching your most sensitive areas, has a dizzying effect on you, but that doesn't stop you from trailing drawn-out kisses along his collarbone or up his neck. But it does make it hard to control your throat when his fore and middle finger slip between your glistening folds, making small moans escape as he methodically rubs your swollen clit in a circular motion.
This dual stimulation makes it feel as though your skin is burning. You detach your lips from him and look up at his face. Even in the dimly lit room you can see the lust written all over it. His eyes, previously closed, open just enough to meet yours, his bottom lip is caught between his teeth, and now that he knows without a doubt that he has your attention, he quickens the pace at which he rubs you. But he doesn't stop there. Making sure you keep watching him, he bends down and flicks your nipple once with his tongue, swirls around it, and then flicks it rapidly over and over again. He closes his eyes, enjoying your body and this new level of intimacy you're sharing, and brings the bud in between his full lips, sucking slow and hard, still teasing it often with his tongue.
