The Book of Literary H'Enjoyment.

K is for Killing Me Softly.

I looked at Sangjun as he danced so powerfully to the beat. A smile played on my lips as I drank some warm water out of the transparent disposable cup.

My eyes focused on his bow shaped lips. Those soft lips I'd kissed so many times, his breath still lingering on mine once it was over, as I craved for more lip action.

His sharp jawline I'd spent hours admiring as we would lay down in bed talking about our day, food cravings and plans for the future. This was one of the many things I loved about him. He talked a lot. And boy, did he love talking.

The words pouring out of his mouth excitedly, complete with gestures and active facial expressions. It made his personality seem animated, so dreamlike. Like all the evils in the world disappeared, and all that was left was us in our own paradise. Just us and our voices, continually talking about whatever.

My gaze shifted to his hands and down to his strong legs, I licked my lips quickly feeling the heat rush to between my legs. I threw my head back reminiscing those long nights we'd spent on our bed.

Our bodies clung feverishly to each other, sweat running down our necks and other crevices as he would clutch the flesh around my waist tightly as I moved on top of him. Hushed whimpers and low sweet sounds leaving our lips as we would move simultaneously, legs shuddering from fatigue but chests heaving in pleasure.

My mahogany brown skin creating a contrast against his pale yellow whiteness. So different but blended so beautifully. He preferred it this way. The lights off, us on the bed holding each other, no loud screams and over the top moaning, it was distracting.

Just low moans, words of encouragement and endearment would be whispered until our climaxes wrecked our beings.

He did a body roll now and my breath hitched in my throat as he grabbed his crotch and did a hip thrust. Sweat lining his forehead, nose and upper lip.

He groaned as he missed a step.

Swearing as he started the music from the beginning. He was a perfectionist, practicing up to fourteen hours or more dancing in the studio. I always dropped by to watch, mesmerized by his raw talent.

He knelt down ending his dance gracefully with his hands in a praying mantis position, before getting up, panting and smiling at me gleefully.

He held my hands and kissed them before doing the same to my lips.

"You were amazing today sweetie." I whispered against his lips.

"Thanks." He whispered biting my lower lip softly.

"Lets go home." I said as we walked out of the studio together.