Carefully, Yulen held his shaft as she lowered herself over it, gently bobbing up and down until it was slick, before her tight channel fully enveloped him. “Love me, Yul. Love me.” She clamped her mouth over his without giving him a chance to reply. It didn’t matter. What did matter was the need to have himself inside her. To feel her wet warmth closing in on him, gripping him, and tightening as he repeatedly plunged into her. Her hips quivered in his hands as he worked her up and down. And as she grew nearer to her release, she gasped and threw back her head, baring her neck and throat to his kisses.
“Love me, Yul. Love me.” She clamped her mouth over his without giving him a chance to reply. It didn’t matter. What did matter was the need to have himself inside her. To feel her wet warm
