My Turn

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"My turn, baby girl."

He reached up and hooked his fingers into your yoga pants and pulled them down, chuckling at a noticeable wet spot on your panties.

"Someone was excited after pleasing me, huh, baby girl?" He said, moving his mouth up your thigh in soft kisses.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and looked down at him looking back up at you as he peeled your panties off of you, the cool air of the room hitting your wetness.

"God, you're so hot." He said, mostly to himself, before shutting his eyes to concentrate on pleasuring you.

You felt his tongue next, probing you as he held down your legs. His tongue moved in long flicks at first before finding your perfect spot. He honed in on your sensitive bud, and you arched your back as he worked you with his tongue. His eyes peered up at you occasionally to watch your face as he pressed in certain spots.

"Fuck, Hoseok!" You moaned, making him press into you even harder. "Ah!"

He kept going, wrapping his arms around your legs to stop you from squirming away from him. You felt the pressure mounting as he continued and before you knew it, you were coming undone under him. Your face flushed and tears pooled in your eyes. With a sea of curses and moans, you came into his perfect mouth. He made sure to lick up every bit of your wetness, leaving nothing behind.

He sat up, licking you off his lips as he pulled you into his lap. "How was it, babe?"

You couldn't speak out a response, still coming down from your high. Your cheeks were still red and rosy and your throat felt like sandpaper.

"Hey, did I kill you?" He asked with a grin, moving your head to get a good look at you.

"Yeah." You managed to croak out. "Need a nap."

"A nap?" He asked with a laugh before thinking about it. "Actually, a nap sounds good right about now."

"Can't move." You said, leaning against him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Alright, baby, I got you." He said as he carefully hoisted you up off the couch, picking you up bridal style to carry you off into your bedroom.

Once inside he gently placed you in bed, slipping off your shirt. You slid into the silky covers as he slipped out of his clothes and joined you, pulling you closer to him as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. His woodsy sent and slow breathing lulled you to a fast and contented sleep.

The End

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