The Flowers We Saw

Free Spirits

When they got to the motel room his mind was spinning. The scorching heat from Namjoo's body burned his soul. His hands ravaged her body. Digging up her skirt to touch her. Satisfying all his curiosities about the female anatomy. Losing his breath when he felt the lace panty. The heat between her thighs.

Her breasts dug into his chest. Before his consciousness sank in, she was already ripping his shirt off. He groped her ass and gasped when she sucked on his pulse making his knees go weak. Sweeping kisses down to his shoulder. She let him fondle her breast before she tore her shirt off and pulled him onto the bed. Straddling him.

For the first time he felt weak like the strength in his muscles had left him and he was a limp doll. Huffing in staccatos as Namjoo grinded him. Pressing her middle closely against his aching erection. Her hands securely clinging onto his broad shoulders. Breathing hotly against his cheek. His intestines twisted. The pleasure heightening.

Cupping her round buttocks, he pulled her closer. Kissing her heatedly. Wet mouth to her tongue. So hard and needing to remove his pants, but she was on him and making him feel things he never knew he could.

Sehun couldn't think. His rationality flying out the window the second she paid for the room and teasingly pulled him along like he was a puppy.

This woman whose name he didn't know seemed very comfortable with what she was doing. Sehun didn't ask. He touched her padded bra curiously. This being his first time with a woman. On the way to losing his virginity at long last. He prayed he was doing things right and she didn't know this was his first night with a girl. Inside a motel room. Kissing a girl. Experiencing the awful throbbing between his legs. Wanting to give her his release.

Would he be able to get it in right?

His mouth parted with another gasp when he felt her naked breasts glide against his chest. And it was like Namjoo was melting into him. She was so very warm. Hot to the touch.

He liked it. Very much.

His hand skimmed up her back. Feeling the baby soft skin. Touching the fragile shoulder blades. Her small shoulders. His heart raced faster. The blood pounded like the night club music inside his head. Would she be soft in other places? He wanted to know. He wanted to touch her in all those places.

Then he was on his back and she was going down on him. Her skilled fingers prying open the buttons of his pants. Sehun nearly came when he bucked up into her, shocked. The tingles spread like a tornado through his body. He almost spasmed.

The tease of her mouth didn't even last ten seconds before she disappeared. Left yearning for more he pushed himself up on elbows. Catching a view of her female body. The round breasts. The soft curves of her waist that connected to the prominent hips. Her body line causing his mind to think dangerously.

A gulp and then the next one stopped midway in his throat as he watched her slip off the short short skirt that had pleased his eyes. If possible, he grew harder. Then he listened to plastic rip and she climbed back over him. Fingers brushing his erection as she slipped the condom on, and then she was on him. Riding him. He gasped, kind of hissed when her body tightened over him. His toes curled from the pressure when she started moving. Slowly then increasing her speed so her breasts bobbed.

Sehun gripped her hips. Panting heavily. Unable to catch his breath. The sensation building him up to climax. He was going to come and then he didn't want to come. This wasn't how he imagined his first time. Maybe doing it in the car, but not with her topping. He'd wanted to make sweet love. Legs wrapped around him as she accepted his soft love. His girl under him and willing to give herself to him. Their hearts running to the same destination.