The course of true love never did run smoothly.
Alexa is hired to work on a photo shoot for a KPOP band and starts a whirlwind romance with one of the members. Their two different worlds seem to connect easily. Can it be true love? When one of the...
The second door at the top of the stairs has a large bed and long uncovered windows looking down onto the back patio. We stand in the doorway for a moment and he slips his arms around my waist pulling me closer. I slide my hands down his arms and grip his fingers. He leaves a kiss on my neck and his body pushes against me, pushing me forward. As we enter the room, the playful mood changes. He sits down on the edge of the bed, quiet and still. His hands slide up my leggings and under my skirt, fingertips lightly touching the waist band. I run my fingers through his hair as I stare down at him in the dark room, a splash of light spilling in from outside. I see his face as he looks up at me.
"Is this what you want?" he asks softly, his voice so calm and serious. I smile down at him.
"Yes," I whisper.
He wastes no time. He pulls me down onto the bed next to him, kissing my lips as his hand slides under the waistband of my leggings, pulling and tugging at them. I raise my body up, careful not to release from his kiss, and I slide them down, pushing them aside before dropping back down next to him.
He lays me back across the bed and his lips trail down the front of my body. His hand slides under the skirt and touches the bare skin above my panties, as his fingertips trace a line at the hem, moving under it slightly. A smile spreads across his lips as he moves his finger to leave a kiss, making me shudder.
I fumble with the buttons on his shirt and push it open, to feel the smooth toned skin of his chest. His hand slides up under my shirt, over my bra and cups my breast. I lean up to pull the shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor. He sits up on his elbow, studying me, half naked in the darkened room, waiting for his touch.
He finds the side zipper of my skirt and he slips it down. He raises up to his knees, bare chested in loose pants, and he pulls my skirt down. He kneels between my legs. I stare up at him in the near dark, my eyes now adjusting to the light from the window, maybe it's moonlight. He lowers his face down until I can feel his hot breath on the fabric of my panties and the hair from his bangs brushes against bare skin on my stomach. I feel an ache for him so deeply, but I lay frozen in breathless anticipation. His lips kiss the fabric softly at first, then I feel the pressure against my throbbing flesh still separated by a thin layer of lace. It's torture.
He teases me, kissing the fabric again with more pressure. His hands slide down over my inner thighs as they tremble. His fingers slide under me, grabbing hold of the waistband of my panties and tugging them down. I lift my body to release them, letting him drag them off me. My legs fall open on either side of him as his lips lower down to finally connect with my wet skin. My entire body tenses at the sensation and I feel his tongue reach out slowly to explore me. I gasp, gripping the sheet tightly, letting one hand slide over the top of his head as he slides his tongue over me. I moan, unable to hold back the building sensation that threatens to overwhelm me.
His hands wrap around my legs pulling them farther apart and I arch my back stunned by the feel of every nerve ending in my body coming alive. His tongue slides faster over my soft wet flesh. I cry out, pushing my head deeper into the bed as I arch my back again. My entire body shudders with the release of all tension. My breathing is erratic, I gasp, still shaking, feeling the climax roll over me and leaving me momentarily weak and limp on the bed.
I'm overcome with the urge to feel him. I reach down to lift his face up toward mine, pulling at him until he raises his body close and kisses my neck. I grasp at his pants, pushing them over his bum, sliding them down with my feet. He lowers his body down to kiss a path back up my body, stopping between my breast and I open the clasp in the front. His tongue finds my nipple and traces a circle around it, sucking it into his mouth as his hands slide up underneath to cup them.
I reach down trying to run my hands over his bum, pulling him closer to me, I raise my knees on either side of him and wrap my legs around him. He kisses my neck as his body rises up, and I feel him firm and thick against my wet skin. He pushes himself closer to me, and repositions, he stops moving and his eyes look deeply into mine, his expression so serious as he begins to push himself inside me, very slowly at first, getting used to the feel of me squeezing around him. He watches me gasp and cry out as he fills me and he tries to stay focused on my eyes but his head tilts back and he lets out a low moan as he thrusts against me, moving deeper and faster. He moans again, straining at the sensation. He looks back at me, almost in surprise.
"You were made for me," he says in between gasps. He kisses me, nipping at my bottom lip as he pants and moans above me. I slide my hands over his back, and feel his lean muscles as they tense and tremble. I raise my knees higher, changing the angle of my hips while he pushes deeper into me. He stops moving, "I don't want this feeling to end."
I nudge his face with my nose as I kiss his lips and his cheeks, flicking my tongue over his neck. I feel his entire body tense. He's struggling to hold still, and I feel him pulsing inside me. The anticipation is almost agony as I beg for him to release himself to me. I push against him, moving my hips just enough, I hear him whimper and then his body begins to thrust against me harder and faster, pushing deeper inside me. It's the sensation I need and I cry out overwhelmed. I feel the intensity of the moment we both lose control and give in to each other, an explosion of sensation deep inside me.
Panting heavily, he pulls back, sliding apart from my body. He drops his weight onto me and I feel the dampness of his skin against mine. His face pressed against my naked breasts. I lightly slide my fingertips over his back and I feel him shudder. Still panting, I feel his strong arms slide under me, pulling my body over onto his as he rolls to the side. I lay my head against his chest feeling it rise and fall with each heavy breath. His arm squeezes me closer and I raise my head to look up at him. He looks down at me, one hand sliding down to cup my bum, he pats it. His smile erases a thousand doubts in my head and I allow myself to be enveloped by the light emanating from within him.
They say you can feel the moment your world changes- when you realize nothing will be the same again, good or bad, and everything turns upside down...
"How long can I stay?" he asks.
"Forever," I smile up at him.
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