unrivaled

chapter 2

Dae relaxed into Jin's hard chest, reaching her hand into his hair as he gently swayed her against him.

He slipped his hands up to the collar of her blouse, slowly slipping loose the first button.

“Now, “ he said, kissing down her neck, “ what was that about someone losing a shirt?”

She groaned at the work of his fingers brushing her breast, making her arch into his hands.

Damn it! She lived to negotiate terms with him. But she loved surrender to him even better.

Jin sighed as he felt her relax against him. He willed his mind to lock away all the facts and figures and allowed himself to get lost in her soft sighs and warm body. 

It was always like this, always had been.  She was the one person who could make him set aside his responsibilities, if only for the evening.  Her kiss freed him from his job and allowed him to simply be a man in the arms of a beautiful woman, a woman he was finding more difficult to resist every day.

Dae closed her eyes as Jin held her.  She was struggling to keep that private part of her locked away and secure. 

However, as he held her close to his chest, Jin’s soft sighs and whispers reached her very heart. Everything melted away until her only thought was her need for him.

Jin's fingers wandered down the buttons of her blouse, slowly slipping each button loose until she stood shivering against him.

He looked down at her flushed face, his breath becoming unsteady.  The delicate lace of her bra covered her in ways that made him hungry for all of her. The sight teased him with memories of how the rosy tips peaked in his fingers, how they felt as he kissed them, the sounds she made for him.

He reached to cup her full breasts in his hands, kneading and teasing. Oh yes, that moan, he thought.  That was what he needed tonight.

Dae was lost in the pleasure of Jin.  She was overwhelmed by the scent of him, his broad chest supporting her, moving deeply as his breath caught. His hands knew exactly how and where to touch her.

She arched into his hand, pressing back into him, feeling him respond to her as well.  She smiled and a low gutteral moan slipped as she felt him lengthen and harden into the cleft of her ass. 

She needed him.  Suddenly she was desperate to forget anything for the feel and taste of him.

She turned in his arms, pressing up into him, kissing him deeply.  As her mouth opened for him and her tongue chased his, her hands dropped to his waist and began to unfasten his belt. 

It was Jin's turn to moan, moving into her touch, thrusting against her hand as she pulled the zipper down and pushed the pants off his hips.

Jin immediately caught her need. 

Tonight, would not be a slow, romantic night.  Dae's need was roaring and demanding and his body was fired in response. His hands fisted in the fabric of her pencil thin skirt, slowly gathering the fabric until it was bunched at her waist.

He threw his head back as she stroked him through his boxers, aching for her small hands to touch him.

Dae was lost in the sights and sounds of SeokJin being dragged out of control. 

His face was flushed and his lips were bruised from her kisses.  She watched in fascination as Jin threw back his head and moaned, leaning to kiss the long cords that formed in his neck.

Jin allowed her to touch and tease him until he knew he had reached his limit.  Drawing a ragged breath, he grabbed her hips and pushed her to the door, catching her hands and pulling them above her head. 

She nodded in acknowledgement of the shift in power, dropping her hands to his shoulders and draping one leg high on Jin's hip.  She cried out as he pressed her into the door, his hard length grinding into the silk covering her own arousal.

Jin dropped his fingers to free himself and then to move aside the silk barrier between them.

With a hard kiss he caught her other leg, pinning her against the door and in one movement seated himself deep within her.

The power and force of his thrust had her cursing and calling his name as he pulled out slowly and pushed back in, watching her face flush in pleasure, her eyes darken with need, need for him. 

He was playing with her, making her stretch and bounce with each hard thrust, reveling in the feeling of being held so tightly within her.

Then he made the mistake of looking down at her, at her blouse fluttering around her, the lace of her bra stretched taunt against her swollen nipples, her skirt bunched around her waist and her legs holding him captive to her heat. 

He remembered watching her all day in meetings, how elegant and collected she always was, how confident in her opinion, the way she challenged him. 

He caught fire and he began to thrust into her, claiming her body, stealing each response and holding it a captive memory.

Dae could read Jin's thoughts as they flickered across his face.  He was always so closed professionally. One never knew his intentions. She refused to play poker with him because he had an iron control over his reactions.

But here, here she loved to watch that control flee in the heat of his desire. 

She saw when he decided she had teased him enough.  Her eyes never left his face as he buried himself deep in her, recognizing the drive for possession as he thrust into her. 

His raw need echoed in her as she let her body free fall into his.  Reaching for every thrust, feeling him deep within her satisfying her as only he could.

Soon there was no thought, only the ancient song of whispers and moans, the dance of two bodies now one.

Jin leaned into her, resting one arm against the door and resting his head on her shoulder.  His thrusts grew harder and deeper, gasping, she grabbed his shoulder and pulled him to her as she broke around him, slow ripples of contractions stroked him into his final release. 

With a shout he drove deeply and throbbed into her. She clung to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as his body slowed.

The thought crossed her mind that she never wanted this to be over.  She quickly quieted that thought and pulled back to kiss his temple.

“Thank you,” she whispered, “Thank you for knowing exactly what I need."

Still connected, she could not miss the drop in Jin's shoulders as she spoke. She waited for him to look at her, to say something.  She searched his face for a trace of what he was feeling.

Jin’s thoughts ran wild as he found his release deep within Dae.  His feelings warred inside him. 

As she began to speak, he found he was holding his breath to hear the words.

“Thank you….” Was all he heard, cutting him in places both new and old.

However, when he lifted his face for a kiss, all traces of emotion were gone, any disappointment hidden, all reaction locked away.

Jin tenderly kissed her, lifting her away and gently placing her on her feet. He held her against his chest until she was steady, whispering nonsense until she pulled away from him.

She smiled a shaky smile up at him. 

Why did he always have to be so sweet?