Chapter 48: Soft Moans, Slow Bloom

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The bedroom light was low—just the bedside lamp left on, casting warm shadows over skin and sheets. The air between them buzzed, heavy with want, but deeper than just need. Joon-ho leaned over her, shirt already discarded. His hands cupped the sides of her face like she was something precious, something to be held with reverence, not just hunger. They kissed again. Deeper now. Slower. Their tongues met in soft rhythm, their breaths mingled. Harin’s hands slid down the slope of his chest, fingers grazing each line of muscle, every warm dip of skin. When she reached the hem of his briefs, she didn’t hesitate. She slipped her hand in and wrapped her fingers around him. Joon-ho groaned softly against her mouth. "Still so calm," she whispered, smiling, slowly stroking his hardening length. "You feel everything and still act like you’re in control." He kissed her jaw. Then her neck. "I’m not in control," he murmured. "You are." She laughed—but the sound broke into a breathless moan when his hand slipped between her thighs. He found the lace barrier. Warm. Damp. With slow precision, he pulled the fabric aside and slid two fingers against her swollen clit. Her whole body twitched under his touch. "Sensitive," he said softly. "Already." "I’ve been ready for hours," she breathed. He kissed the side of her throat, then lower, leaving a soft, sucking mark near her nape. She gasped—hands tightening around his cock. She stroked him firmer now, matching the pace of his fingers teasing her. Then his lips found her collarbone. Then her chest. Her red lace cups barely hid anything. He peeled them aside and took one nipple into his mouth. She moaned—sharp, surprised—and arched into him as he suckled gently, his tongue circling while his fingers worked her clit in lazy, perfect rhythm. "Joon-ho—" Her voice trembled. Her thighs clenched. She came lightly—her breath catching in her throat, hips lifting, body trembling in waves. He didn’t stop. Didn’t rush. Just kissed her chest and held her as her shudders softened. She looked at him with heat in her eyes. "I want it," she said. "Now." She sat up slightly, pushed her panties down her thighs, and tossed them aside. Then she opened her legs. Spread herself open with both hands, eyes locked to his. "I want your cock inside me," she whispered. "Please. I want to feel it. All of it." Joon-ho stood only long enough to slide his briefs off. His cock was thick, flushed, dripping at the tip. He knelt between her legs, kissed the inside of her thigh, and aligned himself with her entrance. He looked at her again. One last check. She nodded, biting her lip. He pushed in slowly. The first stretch made them both gasp. Her walls clung to him, warm and slick, wrapping around him like a velvet glove. He moved slowly—inch by inch—until he was fully inside. She wrapped her arms around his back, whispering, "Oh god... so full... so deep..." He began to move. Slowly. Pulling out, sliding back in. Their bodies moved in rhythm, hips rocking gently, her moans soft and breathy. She lifted her knees, spreading herself wider, taking him deeper. "Don’t stop," she whispered. "I won’t," he murmured. As his thrusts grew stronger, her moans turned urgent. She arched her back, fingers pinching her own nipples as her hips bucked in time with his. "Harder—please—don’t hold back..." He adjusted his angle. Lifted her legs higher. Bent her in half, pressing her thighs up toward her chest in a slow, possessive mating press. He leaned down and kissed her as he fucked her deeper—his cock now grinding right into her cervix with every stroke. Her moan turned into a cry. "Joon-ho—fuck—I’m gonna—oh god—" He thrust harder. Slower. Deeper. She came with a sharp gasp—pussy clenching around him so tight he nearly lost control. Her legs shook, her nails dragged down his back, and her walls pulsed around his cock like they didn’t want to let go. He kept moving. Held her close. Kissed her again. And with one final deep grind— He came inside her. Thick, hot, full. His cock twitched with each release, her pussy milking every drop as she gasped and moaned through the sensation. They stayed like that—still joined, his body draped over hers, their breathing tangled, hearts pounding. She wrapped her arms around him. "Don’t move yet," she whispered. "I won’t." "I want to feel it... dripping out later." He smiled against her cheek. "You will." She kissed his neck. "Best night of my life." He kissed her back. "Then let’s not let it end."

Chapter 48: Soft Moans, Slow Bloom

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