We kiss for only a few seconds, moving into heavy making out. My lips part further to accommodate him as he slides his tongue in to caress mine. Devouring me with restraint until I make an involuntary groan under my breath with how responsive my body is being. My hands slide up around his jaw to keep him close. I'm practically dragging him to me because I want him so badly I can barely contain it.
It's a combination of the low lighting, the being completely alone, everything we have shared and let out this past twenty-four heightening emotions. I feel like we have talked so much more than we ever did and cleared the air, built a deeper connection. Now we're lying nose to nose on a bed and making out while barefoot, and I am very susceptible to how hard his abs are. How muscular and much bigger than me he is, as his hands roam over my ass and tugs me into what he has going on in his pants. He smells divine and feels even better.
All reminders of Jyeon the lover. Pulled in with memories of how much I used to like sex with him and the intensity of how I feel about him now that I can bask in the reciprocation of his own emotions. He has this ability to devour me whole with minimal effort completely, and had he tried to seduce me over the years we were married, even while at war, I would probably have caved every time. I missed it the most when we turned from one another. How it once felt to be intimate with him.
"We should stop before I maul you." Jyeon separates us and slides back on the bed, pulling away and tensing as though it's physically painful to stop. But I tighten my grip around his neck and snake my leg through his to yank him back to me.
"I didn't say you couldn't. I wasn't stopping you." I murmur it against his mouth as I move us back to a passionate kiss, pressing my lips to his before nibbling on his bottom one. I'm filled with a sense of power and satisfaction, which turns me on when he moans at my assault. Sliding into him, so my pelvis matches his groin, his erection becomes noticeable. Like putty in my hands, I like the fact I can make him as horny as I am with a brief touch. He doesn't need a second invitation.
"Don't say I didn't warn you, baby." He smirks.
Jyeon rolls me on my back with a fly maneuver, fast and smooth. So he ends up on top of me, somehow managing to get my leg out and his both between mine, where he nudges them open with his thighs. Bracing himself over me while continuing to make love to my mouth and deepening it until we practically eat each other. Our bodies are wrapped up as one human form, and it's hard to decipher where his limbs end and mine begin. Slight grinding together sensually where bodies touch, and his weight, although half suspended, is a massive turn on me for me. He makes me feel small and delicate like this and overpowered yet safe.
It's enough to make my hormones self-combust, and my hands stray down his back and over his toned ass, encouraging slight thrusting as we move in unison. Dry humping instinctually and losing ourselves in the passion. His body is pinning me down as he rubs his hardness against my clit through my thin jersey dress, and I groan with every thrust. Wrapping my legs around his hips and arch my back to encourage him to keep going. It's causing major inner twangs of pleasure.
"If we're doing this… then these are coming off," Jyeon murmurs into my ear as he breaks away, tugging at my clothes, and I release him to help him discard the fabric between us. Acting as a barrier for skin that wants to be touched. Both consumed by a pulsing need and desperation to continue, we pull one another's tops over each other's heads, only breaking from kissing to get them over our faces and throw them aside physically. Erratic and in haste. We peel ourselves free of confines.
Jyeon stops to roll onto his back as he kicks off his bottom half, and I strip myself at speed until I am left in a bra and panties. No longer hesitant around him when this hot to have sex. Excitement is bubbling inside of me, and I have no will to stop this, and I definitely have no doubts about doing it.
Jyeon hasn't lost his fit body in my absence, or the years I never got to see it. Carved and chiseled, he's lean yet muscular and still has that gorgeous mellow tan that he naturally has all year round. Just glimpsing it from my position is enough to make me wet, and I haul him back to me, aware he's fully naked as he eyes up my lingerie and smirks.
"Still shy?"
"A little." I blush, warming inside that he remembers how I would always wait until it was dark to fully strip and rarely got completely naked in front of him. I would leave my underwear on until I got under the sheets. I'm touched that it's something he recalled.
"Here." Jyeon pulls me forward, tugs the linens from under me, slides them the full length of my body, and brings them up for me to wriggle under before he follows. His eyes are eating into my black lace set, and I mentally thank myself for picking my nicest. I'm happy that he's accommodating the part of me that still acts like a naïve girl even though he's completely naked.
Jyeon slides me down, using my thighs as handles, and puts me back underneath him so fast I barely have time to take a breath. My head nestles on the cushions, and I relax under him. His mouth comes back to me to seal with a kiss as his hands trail my body with light fingertip caresses. He slides a hand behind my back and unclips my bra but leaves it hanging on me. No longer confining my breasts.
Jyeon slides my panties over my hips as he begins to trail soft kisses down my neck, cleavage, igniting tiny fireworks from his hot touch, and moves to my abdomen. Working his way down my body with the same attention until he is low enough to take them entirely off my legs and discards them. He has me tensing and sighing with every little touch of my skin, sensitive to this because it's been so long.
I close my eyes, expecting him to come back up in a similar trail of tender pecks, and flinch when his warm tongue starts at my inner thigh, startling me. He pushes my knees apart to continue his kissing assault, right down there. Somewhere I was not expecting, and I tense and squeeze my thighs against his shoulders in shocked reaction. It's not something we often did back then, maybe once or twice, and I moan as his tongue finds the money spot he splays out for easy access. It's a sensation unlike anything else, and I bite on my bottom lip to curb the need to groan out as hot wet softness probes me.
Jyeon circles my clit and then the outer rim of my labia, sucking and teasing with little nibbles that make me almost insane with how good it feels. He buries his tongue inside of me and almost convulse with how crazy responsive I am to this. My inner core heating up to lava levels and my legs and stomach tingle with every slide of that sexy tongue. As I arch off the bed, I grasp at the sheet and mattress beneath me, digging my nails in and gripping fabric. I haven't had sex or masturbated in a long, long time, and it's crazy simple to make me start to experience the growing waves of pleasure.
Jyeon's tongue fucks me gradually at first and then relentlessly, finding his rhythm and style and seemingly responding to my subtle reactions. Pushing me into euphoria with the way he attends every tiny part of me, switching to suck, probe, and outer licking. Spending long minutes on making me as wet as I can possibly get and building me towards a severe explosion.
My vagina is throbbing and pulsing and tightening with liquid warmth. His hand comes down to cover my clit, so his thumb rests near where his nose is buried, and he moves it in gentle circular motions he knows used to get me off. The added sensation of him stimulating there while his tongue locates my g spot is a double whammy pleasure assault and starts me groaning and moaning while gulping air like I'm breathing into a paper bag. My body is restless and wriggling and squirming because I cannot contain how amazing it feels.
He remembers everything about my body and how we used to find an orgasm together. His other arm stretches up to cup my breast and pushes the loose lace aside so he can feel out my nipple to manipulate, pinch and rub it. I always responded well to having that done to me. It has me writhing under his touch, humming, and panting because I can't control how good this is, yet I am yearning for more. His tongue is out of this world good, but I know what's in his pants is better. I want to feel sated and filled up. I want his body on top of me to cling to. To calm my thrashing around and have his mouth back on mine.
"Jyeon..." I moan, grabbing his arm with one hand and pulling it in hopes he follows. Distracting him from what he's set on doing. "I'm ready."
"You don't want to cum like this?" He asks hoarsely, stopping to question it while the rushing tingles and all-over body goosebumps start to die down now he's stopped. My body is simmering, and I realize how much he affected every nerve ending I possess. How close to the start of the build-up to the explosion I was.
"I want you." It's all I can manage. Breathless and so wound up, he has me close to insanity. I need him inside of me.
"Trust me, even if you cum now… I am not letting you off that easy. I'm horny as hell and had dreams about this for a long time. I'll make you cum as many times as I can." Jyeon moves up my body, sliding his clit hand between us to play between my thighs as he fingers me and makes me groan with pleasure as his tongue traces my cleavage and throat. The tingling and goosebumps return with a vengeance while something yearning grows in the pit of my stomach. I can tell how wet I am now he's switched to his hand, and the excess moisture can't be attributed to his tongue. He has me soaked and desperate.
"You dreamt about this?" I exhale heavily, words scattered and strained as though I have no control over my responses, and he lifts his head to smile at me. Locking eyes on mine, his pupils crazily dilated, hair a little messy, and he's sexy as hell like this.
"You are the cause of many a wet dream…. Also, a miserable waking up when I realized that's all it was. The reality is so much better." He dips in and kisses me, and I impulsively reach down and feel out his erection pressed against my stomach. I circle its girth with my hand and try and manipulate it to jerk him off. Wanting to get him in on the action and repay what he's doing to me. Glad I can finally rub him the way he's doing me. The act is another step up in craving sex.
"Trust me. You don't need to tend to me… I'm so wound up it's going to be hard not to ejaculate the second I'm inside you." He warns, pushing my hand out so he can angle his groin between my legs and rams up tight against me. It makes me gasp as his hot and hard body presses to soft sensitive wetness, and he rubs slightly to deepen the sensation. While kissing me, he reaches out to the bedside cabinet and fumbles around, looking for something that pulls my mouth from his, and I stare at what seems to be a condom packet coming from the drawer.
"You…. have condoms?" It comes out in stuttered shock, culling my hormones dead. I raise a brow, a sinking feeling in my stomach striking me as my words falter and kill my buzz for a second. My eyes widen, and I guess a look of doubt passes over my face. The sudden thought that maybe he's been fucking other people all this time, and even though it shouldn't bother me, it does a lot… He told me there was no one else after I disappeared. He swore that other than ending things with her, he's been holding on to the hope of finding me. There's a clenching feeling in my stomach and chest as hurt and betrayal shoot through me in a nanosecond.
"Before you go getting weird ideas… these are from Bryant. A sort of gift, and joke, a few days ago when he saw how things were heading with us. Told me I should keep them handy for this exact timing so I wouldn't get to this point and realize we had none. I put them here thinking nothing of it. I swear… it's been two years since… um… you know what I mean… but please, don't let us go there. These are for us …. nothing else."
I stare at him silently for a few questioning seconds, frowning while I try and gauge his truthfulness and see no hint of a lie. I don't want to go there either. Not to think about her being the last person or being the only other person for him, and instead, I turn back to what we were doing and kiss him to drown out the thoughts and show him I believe him. Determined to push her and that out of my head and get my crazy need for sex back.
Jyeon relaxes again, pushing my lips apart to French kiss me while he fumbles without looking at what he's doing. I can sense he knows that kissing me and arousing me back to a few seconds ago is more important. I hear the rip of a packet, and there's some minor squirming and murmurs from him while he struggles to sort himself out. Breaking away to look down between us, slides it on and tries to keep himself up on one arm so as not to squash me.
"This is harder than I remember. I am way out of practice." Jyeon freezes as his thoughtless words leave his mouth, and he frowns at me. Instantly remorseful, I catch the flicker of him mentally slapping himself for being so stupid and saying something that idiotic. His expression crashes, and he grimaces and closes his eyes for a second while mumbling a curse at himself. "I'm sorry… my fucking stupid mouth."
We never used condoms, ever. Not once. It stabs at my heart that yeah, he had to when it was not me he was screwing, and I take a deep breath to calm my impulsive response and urge to shove him away. Knowing this shouldn't be a reason to start a fight when it was not intended to hurt me. I guess my facial expression matches with the 'what the fuck' mental response I have because Jyeon pales a little as he reads my reaction and tenses while searching for the appropriate way to fix it.
"Don't be mad… I'm sorry. I am a moron who says things without thinking. I'm an idiot." He leans in and gently kisses me on the nose, using his thumb to smooth over my cheek, and gives me major doe eyes. Fixating on my face and searching for hints at my mood.
The past happened. He's not proud of it, and I need to forget and forgive if this is going to work. As much as I hate her, hate what he did, and it's still raw and messy, I know punishing him for this will only push us apart again. I sigh and soften my face, communicating that I know he didn't mean it. Swallow down the hurt and the slicing fresh wound and paste a tiny smile on instead.
"It's fine," I murmur, my voice lacking conviction even though I have no intention of being pissy about his slip up. I may not be looking to be moody, but it still stung and deflated my mood a little.
"I love you, baby… I'm sorry for saying stupid shit. Now of all times." Jyeon leans in and kisses me tentatively, checking to see if he's about to get told to go away, and relaxes when I respond to him and kiss him back. Little nervous pecks and he moves to my nose and eyelids before coming back to tease my lips apart again and rekindle the passion of before.
It doesn't take much. As soon as we both restart making out and his hand skims my body, he finally releases me from my bra. Tossing it aside, he goes back to caressing the apex of my thighs with his hand. Finding the wet spot and sliding two fingers in to get me aroused again. I relax against the cushions, sighing with the return of pleasure. Opening to him while running my nails over his shoulders and back and burying them in his hair to tug his face to me. I bite his lip, kiss him like a possessed woman as he revs my fire up again, and arch my pelvis to his body to tell him I'm ready and waiting.
I feel like a novice lying here, like a useless squirming, moaning sack. While he's fondling me, pushing me to orgasm with skilled probing, I am not doing much of anything. I was always the submissive one in bed with him, and he was always the one to maneuver and pull me around to take me in any position he pleased. I always liked that about him and hope he will not be too soft and sweet for our first time again.
Jyeon moves back slightly and buries his hand beneath the sheets and between us to guide his penis, angling and shifting until he puts the tip against my pulsing core before he moves it and bares down over me. Tensing on one arm as he runs his fingers through my hair, tilts my chin up to him, and kisses me with a closed mouth lip to lip motion. He gazes into my eyes, and it's impossible not to see the sheer devotion shining at me.
"I'm crazy about you. I love you so much it's insane, and I'll never lose you again." He leans down, dipping his head to kiss me properly, and distracts me from how he slides into me with one smooth, effortless thrust. His length and girth fill me up and create a pleasurable sensation so insane it steals my breath. I arch against the bed, digging my nails into his back and shoulder as I haul him down in desperate reaction. Moaning like a wounded animal as he fills me and stretches me out with insane intensity. It feels like something hitting a deep itch and fulfilling a need all in one. Even remembering sex didn't compare to the severe intensity of how amazing this feels.
Jyeon, kisses me, pulling my head back to him as he finds a slow-motion of sliding into me and partially out, watching for my sighs and waves of pleasure. Listening to my responses, he thrusts harder in time to my rhythm. My body moves with his as I clench onto him with my legs around his waist and arms around his neck. My body is tingling and alive with every slide that makes me crazy for another. Moaning and sighing with his thrusts.
Jyeon finds my hands and pins them to the bed, interlacing our fingers so he can hold me in place while being gentle and keeping himself up. Searching out my lips to suck and tease and kiss me while he screws my brains out.