Jaeyong’s hands grip my hips, and when I sense he’s still hesitant, I lean back letting us catch our breaths.
“Aren’t you going to ask what I want to give you?” I murmur against his mouth, letting our lips touch between words, a part of my brain focused on the fact that the bedroom door is open, just as it was left before the Mins left the apartment.
Jaeyong’s panting too, the notion that I’ve kissed him breathless exploding fireworks in my blood, fizzing around my body, sparking between my legs, aching deep inside. Except everybody takes and takes from Min Jaeyong, and I want to give.
He shakes his head, l*****g at his lips like he’s still chasing the taste of me, setting that coil of arousal tight enough to hurt in my lower belly.
I slowly sink to my knees, his thighs on either side
