But is it a Miracle?

Chapter 4🌶️- Exactly What I Needed

Jin-Yeon POV

I needed her. Her body, her scent, her touch... all were beyond pleasurable imagination. As strange as that may seem, I was not about to question it. I'd never been hit by lust like this in my entire life. Maybe backing her to the door as we barely closed it was excessive, but every cell in my body was pushing me to her, to consume her in the most primal of ways.

It was clear our bodies were exceptionally compatible. It was like being drugged.

And I liked it.

My eyes took in her studio apartment with a single glance. Neat, tidy, and utilitarian. No personal effects or pictures. It was interesting that she had a king-sized bed in such a place, and the thing practically took up all of her space. The bed itself was made of a light colored wood, as were the two nightstands, her computer desk, and the two stools at the breakfast bar. Her computer was a gaming PC with a large 42" monitor, which it appeared she also used as a TV of sorts. She had a gaming desk chair that you could put up your feet like a recliner in plain black leather. Her bedding was a soft gray with plum piping, and she had a very soft-looking plum throw at the end.

It was clear the closet held everything she owned that was not visible.

She still looked dazed from my kisses, which I was entirely too pleased with, but there was more I needed from her, and it was clear that the feeling was mutual. I grabbed her bum and pulled her up until her legs naturally went around my waist, holding her as I moved to one of the bar stools and set her down. I had a specific task in mind, but before that I simply had to press my lips to her soft and pouty ones, running my nose along her jaw and neck after we broke apart.

God she smelled good.

"How flexible are you?" I whispered, and she looked confused for a moment before realizing my eyes were on her shoes.

"Wanna see?" She giggled, lifting her left leg straight into the air until she could kiss her own ankle, if she wanted. I grinned and unbuckled her shoe, setting it on the other stool. She then did the same with her right leg. I picked up her shoes and placed them in the closet, making her grin in delight. I knew it. A mess would distract her from what I wanted to do to her body, and I knew it instinctively.

I toed off my leather loafers next to her computer desk, padding barefoot back to her. She held her arms out, a very good sign. I happily slid back between her knees and into her embrace, taking her sensual mouth with mine once more. My hands stroked her bare thighs and cupped her velvet-covered ass, pulling her flush against me.

Her hands eagerly went to my belt and took it off, tossing it over her computer chair. Ah, that's where she wants my things. Got it, baby. She unbuttoned my shirt, kissing my chest before sliding it off my shoulders and sending it to join my belt. As her hands dove for my pants, I grasped her wrists, shaking my head slightly.

"It's my turn to see more of you, aegiya." I spoke lowly and sensually, not even recognizing my own voice as desire dripped from it. She nodded, and my hands found the hem of her gorgeous green dress, sliding it over her body as it clung to her. I got it. I wanted to cling to her too. And then, there she was, in all her glory other than a tiny green satin thong. The most beautiful breasts I'd ever laid eyes on, the tiniest waist, toned stomach, and flared hips. I released a breath, and I saw her cheeks flush, and to my stupefecation, embarrassment with a hint of... shame? I lifted her chin to look into my eyes. "Never hide yourself, Marigold. You are beyond sensuous and beautiful. No woman could ever compare to you."

I pulled in tightly, smashing her voluptuous breasts against my chiseled torso. Her hand drifted across my abs to my back, her touch making me feel ravenous for her lips and whatever else I could get my mouth on. For a moment, I buried my face in the crook of her neck, just needing a second to regroup and feel at least a tiny bit in control. I could feel my control slipping by the second. I straightened, and Marigold's hands went to my waistband, eager to get me undressed.

I wasn't gonna stop her, no way.

My trousers dropped, and her eyes rounded slightly as she gazed at the bulge in my black boxer briefs. I might have felt more than a little surge of male pride. While she stared, I reached down and neatly tossed my pants over the computer chair. We were both down to our last garment, so I pulled her to her feet. She was tall for a female, but I was still looking down into the gold and forest-green pools of her eyes. She gasped as my arousal nudged her belly. I couldn't help but smirk.

My hands slid to her thong, hooking my fingers to remove them, but pausing to give her a chance to stop me. I wasn't sure I really could, but I would try. Her cheeks flushed delightfully as she nodded her consent. Thank f**k for that. I tugged them off and set them neatly atop her dress that sat on the other stool. She trimmed the golden curls at the apex of her thighs to a neat triangle, point down, and it was perfect. I wasn't a big fan of bare p*****s. Almost looked... hmm, immature that way?

My thoughts were pulled back to the exquisite woman before me when she did the same, dragging my boxer briefs off and placing them atop my other garments. She was breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed. I noticed she was slightly unsteady, and wondered if perhaps she was not sober enough for true consent. As I paused, her brow furrowed in confusion and her chin dropped sadly.

"Are you having second thoughts?" She whispered. I grasped her shoulders, forcing her to look at me again.

"Never, Marigold nae sarang. But I need to know if this is what you truly want. I'm worried that you will regret it tomorrow with the amount of alcohol you consumed." Nothing like being honest from the get-go, right? She smiled brightly. Wow, she had perfect, straight, white teeth. I hoped she used them on me at some point. I mentally shook my head to refocus. Seriously.

"I'm tipsy, but I'm in my right mind, Jin." It was cute that she shortened my name automatically. Normally, that would have pissed me off, but this girl had special permission to call me any cute name she could think up. Except sugar booger, that's just icky. Her hand came up to rest on my cheek. "I don't know why, but I trust you to take care of my body."

Oh man, would I. This woman would have me on her mind forever.

It was totally my plan. She didn't even know we were actual neighbors yet.

I was going to pursue the hell out of her.

I wasn't even going to entertain the possibility that my family history or the fact that I was basically in hiding might be a dealbreaker. The only obstacle I'd accept was that she didn't feel the same, and it was clear that was not an issue, even if she was dismissing it all as simple lust. I could sense that she lacked confidence, maybe had even been mistreated. I would do my damnedest to make sure that she was treated like the treasure she was.

Her sensual and somehow ethereal beauty deserved to be worshiped, and I planned to offer her benediction every moment of every day.

I lifted her by her bum, making her wrap her legs around my waist, deliciously placing the blunt head of my c**k at her soaked entrance. Barely resisting the urge to simply take her against the wall, I walked the few feet over to her bed, reaching over and flipping back the covers before kneeling to place her against the pillows. I kissed her deeply as I pulled the covers over us, as it was a tiny bit chilly.

I'd surmise, given her rather Spartan studio, that she avoided using excessive heating or cooling in the interest of affordability. Something my girl would never have to worry about again, once I had my way. I'm sure she was wondering if I'd noticed that she was older than most of the women in the bar tonight. I'd seen her ID when Mike passed it back to her with her card after closing out her tab. I'm sure she assumed I was younger. In that area, she had nothing to worry about.

Age was just a number once you were an adult, though I could understand the school of thought that if you were talking about being with people younger than your own kids it might be a little gross. This situation was totally different, though.

I flexed my hips as I ravaged her mouth, sliding my hard member back and forth against the slick lips of her core. She was making this noise somewhere between a moan and a mewl, like she thought I would not enjoy her being vocal.

Oh, but I did. Suddenly inspired, a bit gently down on her neck, causing her to moan loudly without a second thought.

"There is your voice, finally, aein. Let it out. I like it." She flushed and stretched up to kiss my cheek, the first overture she'd made herself.

"Alright, Jin. I'm just not used to... any of this." She meant more than just physical intimacy in general. She meant being told she was worthy. That she was beautiful, and everything she did was desirable. In a way, I was glad, because it meant that no other man in her life could compare, that while I knew she was not untouched, she had never been touched the way she deserved to be touched.

"My darling Marigold... let it go, be free. Be you. I will not judge you." I said soothingly. She was very nervous despite the sheer desire I sensed pulsing through her body. Tears pooled in her remarkable eyes as she just stared at me for a moment.

"Where have you been, Jin? I have needed you... someone to accept me, even a little, for so long." She whispered, letting loose a sensual moan as I once again flexed my hips, giving her a light preview of what was next. I was well-endowed, even among my family, which all boasted some pretty impressive manhoods. I was at least eleven inches of thick, velvety steel, and I knew for certain my girl had never had a man like me- it had been plain in her face.

"Waiting for you, nae sarang." It was the truth. I'd long been waiting for someone that drew me in like this woman did. And now that she was in my arms, there was no chance she was getting away. "Now that we've got that out of the way, Marigold, tell me. Are you ready to let me teach you what pleasure really is?" I lightly crushed my teeth over her n****e, making her arch and tremble.

Holy s**t, could I...make her c*m with just her breasts? I smirked as I lowered my head again, this time to her other n****e and repeated the action, causing a rush of fluid to coat my c**k, straight from her core as she panted.

Time to see how far I could push it then, wasn't it?