“Now, let me look at you,” She put a hand on his shoulder and ran light fingers down the length of his arm. She coaxed him into lying down on the bed before stretching out beside him, propped up on one arm.
“I don’t think I’ve told you yet that you are just the most breathtaking man I’ve ever seen,” She admitted running her free hand over the muscles of his chest and down to his perfectly formed abs.
“You mean it?” He gave her a half smile, putting one of his hands over hers.
“Do you want to hear what I love about every centimeter of you?” She teased, threatening to drown him in compliments.
“Maybe,” He half joked, feeling some of his old insecurities rising now that he was exposed in front of her. He had never been the tallest, the broadest, or the handsomest in his circle and he could always look at one of his friends and see something in them he wished he had himself.
“Ok, let’s see where it is we should start,” She pondered aloud, sensing his nervousness, even if she didn’t understand it. “How about about with this beautiful, unruly mop of hair you have that always tempts me to run my fingers through it.”
He smiled and let out a small huff of a laugh as he looked away from her in pleased embarrassment.
“I guess that brings me to your face,” She continued, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek. “With your sweet eyes, always so full of humor and your lips that just beg to be kissed.”
She ran her thumb over his bottom lip before leaning in to give him a chaste kiss. Color rose on his cheekbones as he listened to her praise and felt her gentle touch.
“And look at that jaw,” She whispered as she moved down slightly, kissing along the perfect angles of it as she spoke. “I can’t look at it without being tempted.”
“When you first met me,” He asked softly as he enjoyed the feel of her body against his as she kissed her way along his chin and neck. “Did you think I was handsome then?”
“To distraction,” She admitted, slinking down to nibble on his collarbone and shoulder. “I had to concentrate to keep from just staring at you like an idiot.”
“Really?” He felt slightly excited at the thought. “I didn’t notice, I was too busy being stunned by your smile to notice if you were staring. Though, maybe if I had caught you staring, I would have tried to steal a kiss earlier.”
“Steal a kiss huh?” She chuckled up at him from where she had laid her head on his chest. “You didn’t steal a kiss, you stole my breath and my heart.”
He grinned and gave a scoffing laugh, loving to hear her flattery. It wasn’t that he was never told he was cute or handsome or fit, but it meant something else coming from someone who wanted him.
“Can I keep it?” He asked, propping himself up on his elbows.
“My heart?” She asked, draping herself part way across his chest.
“Yes, do I get to keep it?” He teased.
“I don’t think I could deny you anything you asked, at this point,” She replied with surprising seriousness, looking into his eyes. The mood changed on a dime, going from playful to simmering. He didn’t ask as he rolled her over onto her back and moved to cover her body with his. She welcomed him with open arms and open thighs. He looked into her eyes for a moment before leaning down and nipping at her bottom lip. He adjusted his hips against her, feeling with his body for how he would fit.
As she returned his kiss, she slipped a hand down between them, guiding his erection to the entrance of her body. He gave a small thrust, entering her part way, giving a groan at the sensation. Her hands caressed his back, splaying out over his shoulder blades to pull him close. Pulling back, he thrust again this time entering her fully. The feel of her warmth surrounding him as he held her in his arms was more pleasurable than he had even fantasized.
Her hands reached down to guide his rhythm as he began moving with an eager yearning. He curled his body over hers his eyes watching every expression as he moved. She met the intensity of his eyes for as long as she could before the pleasure of his movements made her arch against him and gasp, her eyes rolling back in her head. That look drove him wild, driving him to speed up his movements inside her. She moaned, lips parting, inviting a deep passionate kiss from him as he gently ran a hand over her breast. It filled his hand and he could feel the rise and fall of her chest as she panted underneath him.
“자기야[13],” She panted against his lips, before giving a cry of passion and gripping him tightly with her legs. He could feel her beginning to tense and was determined to last long enough to feel her clench around him. It was a feeling he was hungry for.
“Harder,” She whispered in his ear. He obeyed, shifting himself so that he had more leverage to thrust with. The groan she gave in response was enough for him to know he was getting it right. He huffed with exertion and gripped the pillow beside her head, fighting for control over his body.
Every sound, every touch, and the sight of her writhing underneath him was going to be etched on his memory for a very long time. She called out to him again and he could feel the twitching clench of her orgasm beginning. He had been close, not sure if he could hold out, but finally gave himself permission to focus on his own pleasure. He half collapsed on top of her, grinding his body against hers where they were joined, her moaning ringing in his ear. He climaxed, trying to be in as much contact with her as he could manage as waves of pleasure rippled across his every nerve.
“자기야[14],” She whispered, soothing him as he tried to regain his senses. It was his turn to feel overwhelmed, unable to move without the shiver of adrenaline running over his skin. Claire lay with him patiently, not in any rush to break contact with him or end the delicious pleasure of him filling her body. The soft patter of the rain still filled the room alongside their breathing, making the room feel even smaller and more intimate than it would have otherwise.
Cheol finally gathered the will to pull away, tottering out of the bed to dispose of the condom and clean himself up slightly before he tottered back to the bed, flopping down in exhaustion. The bedside clock said it was only nine at night, but he was tired enough to have believed it was already well into the morning hours.
Climbing under the covers, he pulled her up against him, tucking his chin on her shoulder from behind. This time her body brought him a different sort of warmth and comfort. He laid with her in silence, hovering on the edge of sleep, but determined to enjoy the feel of her cuddled in his arms.
“Do you have to go home?” Claire’s voice broke the silence, her murmur feeling disproportionately loud in the quiet of the room. “Are they expecting you to come back tonight?”
“Hmm?” It took him a moment to process the question. “No,, I don’t have to go home. I brought everything I need with me and no one is expecting me for the next day or two.”
“Then how about we get cleaned up before we go to sleep?” She suggested gently.
“Do I have to,” He sighed against her shoulder.
“No,” She laughed. “But I think you’ll appreciate it in the morning if you do and I think I would like a shower.”
“Fine,” He huffed, loosening his grip on her without completely letting her go.
“Do you want to go first?” She offered. “I can clean things up while you are in there and then take my own after.”
“In a minute then,” He agreed, wrapping her in his arms tightly again. She took the opportunity to luxuriate in the warmth radiating off of his body. It was heaven.
After a few minutes, he did get up and head to the shower after rifling around in his bag for his toothbrush and toothpaste. He could use what Claire had in the shower to wash, though.
While Cheol was busy in the shower, Claire slipped her t-shirt back on and set about cleaning up the room. She folded the throw back on the back of the couch and stripped the sheets off the bed, stuffing them in a pile in front of the washer, which she would throw them into tomorrow. In no time she had remade the bed and brought the room back to order.
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p; Cheol came out of the shower wrapped in only a towel with his damp hair slicked backwards. He looked around the room, seeing that she had been busy while he was in the shower and made a tisking noise of mild disapproval.
“You didn’t need to clean everything yourself,” He chided. “I could have helped.”
“It wasn’t exactly a mess,” She pointed out. “There were just a few things that needed to be done. I think you’ll appreciate the nice clean sheets.”
Using her body, she guided him to the foot of the bed, giving him a little push to get him to sit. She held his face and gave him a little kiss before pulling away to get into the shower herself. Left to his own devices, Cheol felt slightly awkward. There wasn’t tidying up left to occupy his hands and his time while he waited for her to come back out. He found his clothes in the pile of laundry in front of the washing machine and checked the pockets. His wallet wasn’t there, but with a glance he spotted it on the small counter space there was above the machine. With it were his key fobs for KXO and the dorms. They had been the only things in his pockets and the only things he might have worried about getting damaged or lost. He picked them up and tossed them into a pocket of his backpack to make sure he wouldn’t accidentally leave them.
He found his phone and checked it, just to make sure he hadn’t missed anything important. There were a few messages from the guys but nothing aside from that. Shutting off the screen, he stuffed his phone back into its side pocket. In the main pocket, under his change of clothes, he dug out a few small boxes he had carefully stowed as he purchased them on the stops during their trip. He took them with him as he sat back down on the bed.
A quick peek inside confirmed that everything was still there and that nothing had broken on the plane ride home. He was excited to have some small gifts to give Claire from the trip. It was sort of his way of telling her that he had been thinking of her the whole time he was away. He fiddled with them, arranging them and then rearranging them on the mattress so they would look nice when she came to join him on the bed again. When he was satisfied, he leaned back against the headboard on one side with one pillow behind him. He adjusted the towel still tied around his waist, making sure that he was keeping himself covered. He didn’t want to put something on, yet still felt awkward actually having nothing on.
The click of the latch of the bathroom door drew his eyes to it as it swung open and Claire stepped out. She had donned a fluffy robe and had her hair wrapped in a towel which was piled on her head. Looking at him with a grin, she made her way to join him on the bed. Mirroring her smile, Cheol leaned forward, folding his legs under him. He gave a gentle pat to the space in front of him, inviting her to sit down.
“I have something for you,” He informed her, looking for all the world like an excited kid.
“Oooo, presents,” She mirrored his excitement as she took the offered seat, facing him.
“Here,” He handed her the first small box. “I got this when we visited the Statue of Liberty.”
Inside the small box was a small rectangular block of glass with a small replica of the statue made with small suspended bubbles. Claire admired it with a smile before leaning forward and thanking him with a small kiss on the precious dimple in his cheek.
“Then I found these,” He passed her the second small box. “At the airport in Chicago.”
Lifting the lid of the wide, flat box revealed an adorable pair of socks with a map of the Chicago subway system on them. Claire lifted them out with an adoring giggle turning them over to get a good look at the pattern.
“These are adorable,” She gushed. “I have half a mind to frame them, they are so cute.”
“No, wear them,” He laughed at her hyperbole. “They are too fun not to wear them.”
“Alright, I will,” She folded them and put them in her lap. “Thank you.”
“And we actually got to do some shopping while we were in Los Angeles,” He handed her the final and smallest box he had brought back. “So I found this in a little jewelry place we visited.”
She squinted at him slightly as she took the box.
“Don’t look at me like that,” He waved his hands defensively. “It isn’t something big.”
“Alright,” She lifted the top off the box and found a small silver pendant. It was mostly round but slightly irregular with a pattern impressed in its surface, like a stamp pressed into wax. The image was of a man in a boat looking up at a star in the sky above him. A small line of text was inscribed around the top half of the pendant, Te Perdant, Je Suis Perdu.
“They said it means, without you I am lost,” Cheol explained, pointing at the text as the pendant rested in her palm.
“You didn’t have to get this for me,” She closed her hand around the pendant, holding it up to her heart. “But I am glad that you did.”
“Can I put it on you?” He asked, taking the chain in his hand lightly. With a nod, she turned around in her seat, lifting the towel away from the back of her neck. Cheol put the necklace on her and used the opportunity to place a kiss on the exposed skin of the nape of her neck.
“You ready to get into bed?” She asked, welcoming his kiss with a tilt of her head to allow him better access.
“Are we going to sleep?” His query was soft, made against her skin.
“We don’t have to,” She playfully retorted. “Just let me put my towel and robe back in the bathroom.”
“Okay,” He pulled back slightly, dropping his hands from her shoulders. Untying her robe as she walked, she gave him a teasing look as she flashed her bare shoulders as she disappeared into the bathroom. It only took a moment for her to come back, naked with only her damp hair trailing down her back and the silver pendant glinting on her chest.
Cheol was struck dumb, still unaccustomed to seeing all of her in her glory. He knew he was gawking like an idiot, but he could barely control himself enough to keep his jaw from literally dropping.
She looked into his hungry eyes with a satisfied smile. It was nice to see that excited passionate look on someone’s face. Tonight she had discovered that he was particularly bad at hiding his emotions in his expression, or, perhaps, that he hadn’t been taught that he ought to.
“I like seeing that look on your face,” Her admission came as she crawled up on the bed beside him.
“What look,” His eyes flicked to look at her face, a slightly dazed look in them.
“What look indeed,” She laughed as she used a palm on his chest to guide him into a prone position. Propping herself up with a hand on either side of his shoulders, she lowered herself down teasingly slow to press a trail of kisses along his hairline and down his jaw to the tip of his chin.
“Can I take the towel?” She requested seductively.
“Huh?” His mind had largely gone blank and he had, quite honestly, forgotten he had it on. With a chuckle, Claire gave the bit of terrycloth a light tug.
“This,” She said pointedly. “How about we get rid of it?”
“Yeah,” He nodded, lifting his hips and tossing the fabric onto the pile of things on the floor by the washing machine.
“That’s better,” Sitting on her heels, she pulled him over so that he lay in the middle of the bed. “Now, just stay still.”
It was a treat for her to be able to just enjoy looking at the flawless physique laid out before her. She knew the time and effort he put into keeping fit. Being in shape to dance for a couple of hours on stage was something in itself, but he went above and beyond that, working to maintain an amazing level of lean, toned muscle. Claire had never particularly looked twice at gym rats or body builders, but she was absolutely enraptured by Cheol.
Leaning over him again, she trailed a finger down the side of his neck, feeling the thick pulse of his heart under the skin. Her lips followed, tongue darting out to swirl over the curve of his Adam's apple. Teasing her way down, she trailed more kisses and feather light touches along his collarbone and down the slight hollow at the center of his chest, between h
is pecs.
Without question, his stomach was among his most impressive features. Underneath his flawless pale skin was a defined six pack that most men would kill to have. She stretched out, laying her body perpendicular to his with her head resting on his warm chest. Lazily, she traced out the shape of his muscles. The contrast of soft and solid was fascinating and scintillating. The muscles tapered out in a perfect “v” at his pelvis with a tiny trail of hair that began a few centimeters below his belly button.
She trailed her lips and tongue along his lower ribs and down the curve of his waist. At the bump of his hipbone she gave him a tender nip as she ran an open palm along his lower stomach.
He was incredibly hard at this point and was struggling against the urge to leap on top of her and bury himself in her as deeply as her body would allow. He gripped the the blanket underneath him, balling it in his fists. This was the most wonderful torture he had ever experienced in his life.
Eyes clenched shut, he felt the bed move as she shifted position again. He felt her straddle his knees and braced himself for the return of her teasing touch. The sudden sensation of her taking his manhood in her mouth made him gulp for breath, eyes shooting open to look down at her. She peered back at him, eyes confidently meeting his as she took more of him into her mouth.
“애인[15],” He choked out, not sure if he was going to beg her to stop or to keep going.
“Shhhhh,” She paused, not breaking eye contact. “Just relax and enjoy yourself.”
“But—” He began but was unable to form coherent thought as she swirled her tongue around the head before taking it back in her mouth. White light burst in his vision and he was sure he was dying of pure pleasure. His whole existence was centered on the feel of her devouring him.
It felt like an eternity and yet all too short all at once as he felt the intense pleasure unfurl from that point out to every cell in his body. He was acutely aware of every movement and every sound she made as she pleasured him. As he neared the brink, he lifted his head again to look down at her. He was surprised to see the ardent hunger on her face. It pushed him closer and he fought to form intelligible sounds to tell her that she should stop, he was getting close.
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