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I felt the light of the morning sun slowly reach my eyes as both my body and mind were waking up. I shut them as I stretched with the willpower of someone who just woke up, feeling my pj’s, his plain white t rising past my thighs. I turned my head to the side where my lover rested, only to find his eyes open, meeting mine. The amusement on his face made me smile.
“Good morning Soob~” I say cherrie. He chuckled as his hand traveled to the side of my face, cupping my cheek. “Good morning. How did you sleep?”
I stretch lightly again. “Very well. What about you? Why are you up already?”
“I did. My body just woke me up and I couldn’t go back to sleep so I decided to admire the view.” His thumb rubbed my cheek as he smiled a goofy grin.
The cheesiness made me laugh, turning my head to see the digital clock on top of the night stand. 12:05pm. “Ughh, It’s too early for this!” I giggle, turning my face back to his. He joins me in the fits, dying down in unison.
We exchange gazes again. His hand on my cheek is as warm as his eyes, and before I know it he leans in closing the gap between our face with his lips against my own. My eyes close with the fluttering of my heart. His lips taste just as sweet in the late morning as they do every minute of the day.
“What was that for?” I say once he pulls away, searching his features for a reason, as if he ever needed one.
“I just wanted to kiss you. Can I not kiss the love of my life?” His arm wraps around my waist, pulling me close. His lips meet mine me again before I can answer and I can’t help but laugh into it.
“Of course you can! I’m just, you know… I get shy,” I answer a bit timid, lowering my gaze to avoid his eyes, landing on his lips instead. The change of view was not on purpose. But the body knows what it wants most of the time, your consciousness following right behind it. Mine always seems to know like they want to love Choi Soobin.
He then shifts next to me, closer, my face right under his.
“Babe,” he says like a whisper and my eyes meet his again. Their brown is so inviting. Soothing like the chocolate pastries he loves so much. My hands reach for the loose strands of hair that hide some part of his face, only for them to fall again with him hovering me, the beautiful features being the only thing I see. The back of my palm rubs against his cheek.
Our lips connect again. Each kiss is soft, my mouth loving the plumpness of his lips and the wetness of his tongue. His hand travels up and down my waist and thighs, each touch nice against my skin as his mouth never leaves mine. He nibbles my bottom lip as my arms wrap tightly against his neck. My hands rub down his back and shoulders.
Our heads move and adjust to the dancing of our tongues, pausing to catch our breath only for so long as we can’t get enough of our tastes. His hands trace my skin, each one more hot than the last. Slowly, his hand slides under my (his) shirt and runs up to one of my breast. He squeezes gently, his finger tracing circles around the circumference, from its plumpness to the center, his thumb and index finger squeezing my nipples. I moan lowly at the sensation. “Hmm~”
He chuckles against my mouth and gently pulls away. “It really feels that good?”
“Mhm.” I can’t find it in me to respond with words, sounds being the only language I can speak with my body this relaxed.
“In that case...” Our lips meet again, this time with more force. Our tongues grow familiar with each other as they lip past our mouths, soft, hot, and wet. His hands continues to make a stress ball out of my soft breast, not a single part of it untouched. My heart pounds against my chest. Each stroke feels so good, making me crave more. I try to communicate this through the dancing of out tongues.
His lips commutes down to my jaw, to my neck and shoulders. He kitten licks my skin before sucking on it, the added pressure like tiny heatwaves. There’s another summer on my neck, another on my shoulder, then another, and another. My breath hitches every time.
“I want…” I hear him say faintly as he proceeds to trace kisses down my chest, my breast, my stomach, his hand moving along until it reaches the fabric of my panties, slipping his fingers on each side and slowly pulling them.
“What?” I say breathy, completely overtaken by the sensations.
“I want to fuck you.” My eyes shut open at the jarring tone, one that only ever comes out when his mind in set on something. I feel him rise up, sternly pulling at the fabric of my panties, throwing them to the side once they’re down my legs and at my feet. Before I know it my legs are on either side of his hips, my privates no longer hidden.
My eyes meet his. A familiar desire has taken over his features, a beauty mixed with a breath taking lust and a passion.
He pulls his shirt above his head, his chest clear cut and muscles exposed, skin tone like gold. I love the way it resonates nicely against my brown skin.
He spreads my legs apart with hands on either side of my thighs, his head coming down to meet them with his lips. They feel plush and wet against my skin, my chest rising and falling as he slow reaches the middle.
The sweet scent of my juices fill the air, mixing nicely with our growing desires.
He takes one of his hands from my thigh and traces the lips of my pussy with this fingers, rubbing gently to only get a taste. My breath hitches in familiar expectation
“Fuck you’re so wet..” Before I could respond I feel his tongue rubbing against licking the pink, wet lips of my pussy. I let out a breath like moan, the feeling of his tongue tasting something so intimate only making me wetter.
“God,” He breaths and licks the seams once again, his tongue digging deeper. My eyes shut tight and I moan with more presence, loving the wetness of his tongue all over my pussy, my thighs held tight by the man that knows how to devour me.
I hear him chuckle before his grip on my thighs tightens and his tongue dives in. His tongue on my pussy like this make my body shake, the pleasure taking over my body and mind as it fills with obscene thoughts of the ways I want to be fucked.
My dripping wet lips never leave his mouth. His tongue trails circles around my entrance effortlessly, tasting every inch before he sucks on them again, my body shaking as my moans grow in pitches. Each taste feels like being branded with a hot rod, sense mixing together until all I can feel is pleasure. My grip on the best sheets tightens as he sucks me again, his lips shutting tightly around the lips of my pussy, savoring me whole.
The noises of his mouth against the wetness of my pussy harmonize nicely with my moans, loud and lewd and with so much soul. His mouth goes from my the lips of my pussy to my clit, fingers holding the lips apart to leave it expose, allowing easier access. His tongue rubs up and down on the button, fast and with no hesitation.
My mind goes blank the growing pleasure overtakes my mind, my legs shaking and lungs grasping for air. I chant his name repeatedly like a praise together with other moans, from the inner parts of my throat. His face is nose-deep into my lips as his mouth devours my pussy, turning me into a moaning mess as as I feel myself built up.
“Fuck.” He growls, rising to his knees again. My pussy throbs with pleasure. He whips his mouth with the back of his hand before he slips his hand past the waistband of his briefs, pulling out his cock in his hand, hard and throbbing and leaking.
He grabs my legs and pulls me to him, throwing each of my legs on his shoulders, stroking and rubbing his cock as he does, hissing lowly. As one hand strokes his member, the other strokes one of my legs, from my knees up to my ankles, past my calves. He kisses and rubs my leg.
“Baby,” he says, his tone dripping with softness mixed with desperation, whisper like. “Remove your shirt for me, please?”
He smiles gently, his eyes fixed on mine. In his desire he’s still a gentle giant. His eyes are filled with an emotion deeper than lust. One so vast that transcends our care for each other, an intimacy that makes moment like these make sense, even while my legs are on his thighs and he’s looking down at me.
I pull my (his) shirt over my head, leaving my arms raised now with not a single thing to hide. He smiles tenderly, his eyes tracing every mile of skin; the curves of my breasts, the marks on my neck, shoulders, jaw. They all have his name written on them. Our eyes meet again. There’s a moment where we don’t say a word, letting our eyes speak for ourselves as he traces his hands up and down my legs.
“God you’re so beautiful.” He smiles and kisses my calves again, his hands rubbing up and down my legs.
He then inches closer to me, his expression changing slowly as he rubs the tip of his cock on the lips of my pussy, teasing my entrance. My juices cover his cock as I breathe harder again. A warning.
He moves forward, his cock through my entrance and past my walls. We gasp at the feeling of ourselves inside of each other.
“God,” His cock comes out and inside of me again, the top never not inside. He does this over and over again until my walls adapt to the thickness.
He cranks up the speed, thrusting in faster and faster, holding tightly onto my thighs as his cock rub the sensitive flesh of my walls. The thickness strokes nicely against my cunt, my moans growing in volume as my hands hold tightly onto the bedsheets.
Each thrust takes over my senses as I feel his cock sink deeper. My breast bounces along with every movement, adhering to the rhythm.
“You look so good when I’m inside you,” He says teasingly, also trying to catch his breath as he only thrust faster, my breaths and moans reaching notes I can only reach when I’m fucked like this. “I can’t sing that high babe,” “Oh trust me, I’ll show you.”
His thighs clap nicely with mine, the lewd noises of my pussy rubbing against his cock creating a beautiful melody.
He slows down to pound harder, deeper, making me lose my mind as I’m slowly coming undone. I feel my back urging to arch at the approach of a release; “Babe, I’m gonna-“
“Me too, baby.” He says before he slows the pace of his thrust to crash in harder, deeper, our moans resounding around the room as I feel myself reaching my limit, coming loose. I gasp loudly, an orgasm so grandiose it runs down my walls and drips down my entrance.
Likewise, my lover moans with me, heavy as his cock releases the sweet nectar that is his cum inside me, refreshing. It contrasts nicely against the heat of my walls.
We’re both left panting.
I feel him come out of me and collapse right next to me, face down. After a moment of catching our breath, he starts to laugh, from a light chuckle to a full-on fit, loud and lovely echoing through the walls. I can’t help but join him, giddy. He turns to wrap his arms around my waist and pull me close. His arms travel up to my shoulder as he hugs me into his chest. I can hear the sound of his hard pounding against his ribcage
There is silence for a moment.
“To start my day like this every day.” He says teasingly, his legs tangles mine as he pulls me closer, tight, if that's even possible.
I draw a breath against, his chest, breathing them in. “Yeah~”
He chuckles lightly. “You liked it that much? My dick inside your pussy like that?”
I laugh and hit his chest playfully. “God, you’re annoying,” I shake my head, my eyes still closed, relaxed under my lover’s arms.
“You didn’t deny it tho.” I sigh and shift my gaze to meet his eyes, only to find his closed. I don’t say anything, only letting myself stare at the beautiful man in front of me.
I smile before closing my eyes again, shifting comfortably under his arms.
“I want you like this every morning.”