No more masks: Pulling out your safety pin

I'm Not Sleepy (I'm Sleepy Part 2)

Moon Young froze as Gang Tae's hand tightened on her waist, feeling the heat emanating from his body. She gasped when she felt him kiss her ear, then move his mouth down to kiss her neck. His hand slid around her waist and he pulled her flush against him, and she could immediately feel his erection. So this was why he was so quiet when he followed her upstairs.

She moved her bottom against his hardness, delighted with his sharp intake of breath. Slowly, he moved his free hand up to her breast, gently fondling. Moon Young moaned, frustrated at the layers of clothing between them.

"Can I pull out your safety pin tonight?" he asked in a low, rough voice that she had never heard him use before.

"Yes," she replied, gasping.

Gang Tae released her, and before she could cry out at the loss of contact, she felt his fingers at the belt around her waist. With deft movements he quickly unbuckled the belt, as if he had already thought about exactly how it would need to come off. He then unbuttoned the top button of her dress, before moving down to the zipper that held her dress together. When the zipper slid down, Moon Young moved into action, sliding the tight dress down her body and stepping out of it. She turned to face Gang Tae, only clad in her lacy black bra and panties, and knee high boots.

Gang Tae could do nothing but stare at the sight she presented, her supple breasts rising and falling, covered in barely-there black lace that did nothing to hide her hard nipples. Her tiny waist cinching in and spanning out into her hips and long legs. Coupled with those knee-high black leather boots, she was straight out of his deepest, darkest fantasies.

Moon Young smiled seductively, obviously enjoying the look on his face. It was no secret that she was a sensual woman, and she never hid how much she wanted him. And although he was intimidated by her sensuality at times, he was nevertheless enthralled by it. The confident way in which she stood before him really turned him on. He smiled back, remembering how she had once said she felt comfortable naked, wondering whether that was true. Hoping that it was.

"I feel left out," she purred, coming closer and starting on the buttons of his shirt. He tried to regulate his breathing as she worked through the buttons and finally slid the shirt down his shoulders. It was her turn to gawk at his broad shoulders, ripped chest and chiseled abdominal muscles.

He closed the little distance between them by crushing her to his body and going in for a hungry kiss, his tongue darting into her mouth as she opened up to him. She clasped her arms around his neck, her breasts flattening against his chest. His hands slid down to her bottom and he gave her cheeks a squeeze, eliciting another moan from her that drove him wild. He bent a little and slid his arms further down, and before she knew what was happening, her legs were around his waist and he was carrying her to the bed.

Gang Tae gently lay her on the bed, with him on top of her. She tightened her legs around his waist, so that he couldn't move away. Silly girl, he thought. As if I would go anywhere. In this new angle, she was cupping his erection between her legs, and he felt the agony of sweet torture as he kissed her even deeper.

Slowly, he moved his lips away from her mouth down to her neck. He bit down, making her moan in a way that drove him wild. He trailed kisses down her chest to the lacy edges of her bra, loving the softness of the top of her breasts.

"You're such a tease," Moon Young said, breathing heavily.

"Who, me?" Gang Tae replied, in his signature, innocent tone.

"Yes, you," she replied, as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra and threw it away. Gang Tae chuckled at her impatience.

"Are you sure you haven't done this before?" Moon Young asked, a bit peeved by his lack of impatience.