My close friend

Precious

I had to say, it was somewhat hard to believe that, as much as it was mine, it also was Chanyeol's first time at this, but he was already a pro at it (or so I felt)...! He was so good at kissing that it seemed as if he had been training and practising on someone! But if I had not known him as much as I did, I would have definitely doubted his love and loyalty toward me.

Still lying on my chest, I felt Chanyeol's hands caressing my hips before grabbing them firmly and turning me on my back again. His intense look had, by now, become a characteristic of his ardent self; after all, he was Park Chan Yeol (Yeol meaning passionate in Korean).

"I want to hear you moan my name again, precious. I want everybody to know that you are only mine."
With this, he plunged his head in the crook of my neck, kissing and licking it along with my jawline. My right hand was holding and grabbing on to his silky hair while I lightly dug my left fingernails in his back. Upon feeling my embedded nails, he let a moan escape and took in a deep breath.

"Ohh... you are really a turn on you know..."
Oh my God, had I known that his little moan and deep breath would have sent me over the edge like that, I would have dug my nails in his skin a long time ago...! Not to mention the dirty words and his sexily deep voice in itself, were so sensuous! And the way he positioned himself on me was such that our privates were in close contact, implying that I was feeling his bulge getting harder and bigger. Ahh... all of this was driving me crazy, almost to the point of losing control of my body; resisting him was getting harder by the second!!

After having explored every inch of my neck and jawline once again, he moved his back and plunged his tongue in my mouth, competing with mine for dominance. Of course, I had gone into Complete Recessive Mode, so I was no match for his competitive and dominant character. Knowing that I could feel his bulge getting bigger as he was getting more turned on, he lost control and slid his hand down to my (again, his) shorts, grabbed the fabric and pulled it down in an attempt to get it off me. As he did so, he deepened the kiss as if he was trying distract me, or maybe was it his way of persuading me to go all the way. I had yet to think about going all the way with him, as mom's words about getting pregnant at this age was still stuck somewhere at the back of my head, but I believed that he was aware of this too, even though to him, it might seem petty and overlookable with the use of preservatives. Nothing was yet decided, but he was allowed to go so far. So I grabbed on to his back firmly, letting him know that he had my permission to only undress my lower body.

Having understood the message, he pulled onto the fabric tighter so that the shorts were now nearly on my knees. And as it was annoyingly restricting my movements, I ended up taking it off myself. He did not lose time in taking off his pants too and as soon as he was free from them, he crashed his body on mine, each and every bit of our skin coming into close contact. Of course, he had made sure to not bring down all of his weight on me so that I would not end up crushed under him. Nevertheless, feeling his already quite imposing mass, and his masculine and well-built figure on my body, was intensely orgasmic. Was it even possible to feel this pleasured, only by such a little thing!?!?

We kept kissing ardently, the fire burning in both of our hearts. He grabbed me by my hips again and we rolled over such that I was now above him. It might seem absurd, nevertheless this action was in fact, to confirm that he too had no intentions of going all the way with me. How did I know that ? Well, there are many things in this world that can be understood without a word being a said; actions speak louder than words, as they say... And in my current situation, I was especially open and sensible to each and every one of his little actions. The way he, the dominant one, put me, the submissive one, above him was actually a huge give-away. He knew exactly the importance and sacredness of this ritual (of making love, that is). And as if to reassure me and confirm his decision, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, his seriousness and decisiveness being poured into the kiss.