Gigolò: 12/20
---CHAPTER TWELVE---
Arriving at her house, he was slow to get out, nerves suddenly making him hesitant, shaky. He followed her footsteps to the door slowly. Once inside, he just stood, unsure for the first time in a while. The feelings were reminiscent of his first time, but it was beyond arousal.
Women had always come to him, told him their requests and let him take charge after. He wanted her, but he didn't know where to start, or what would please her. She was special, singular, and that fact alone made him hold back. Hyori wasn't a customer to be serviced. Instead, he wanted to savor her. Chansung wanted her company, her love and her body. He didn't want to push things and thought that if anyone deserved gentility and patience, it was her.
She on the other hand, was beyond aroused, coming behind him and wrapping an arm around his middle. Her body moved seductively slow, but she seemed to expect something more raw from him, more uninhibited. Hyori had one arm helping him slide his backpack off as the other continued holding around his midsection.
"Why so shy Chansung?" she giggled.
The hand ran across his hip, feeling the jut of a toned oblique, and then across his lower stomach, shivering with anticipation but patient. Her hands began lifting his shirt then, coming up the back and front to aid him in taking it off. At some point, he had to pull up at the shirt and finish removing it, her height limiting how far it went. Her breath shook against his back as she saw his naked upper body for the first time.
He still didn't face her, but he felt her breath huff on his back. It made him shiver slightly. She leaned close to his back, nearer to his ear as she whispered.
"...you can finger-fuck a girl in public but you can't touch me?"
He shivered again and she smiled against his back, biting her lip with how her words made him move. Two could play that game, she thought. You wanted it, now make him pay. Make him want you until he can't stand it.
One hand came back to rest on his shoulder as she viewed his back. It rippled with her touch and he could hear another small intake of air. Her hand came down slowly as she admired him, feeling the dips in it that she imagined her fingers would dip into later. His breathing picked up slightly as her hand rolled to the front.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," she said, "...since I saw you with her...in that lounge..."
He turned his face to the side and looked down to see her face, her eyes trailing around to his abs. She touched them longer this time and felt the tickle of small hairs that led from his stomach. Her hands dipped lower until they came to the edge of underwear, right above the zip of his low-riding jeans. When they came to palm at the growing tent in his pants, he finally started panting audibly.
She lifted her head to look into his hooded eyes. He licked his lips. Hyori continued to rub at him and he started thrusting slightly. Suddenly, his hands were around hers, stopping her.
"Wait," he said, whispering and looking into her eyes, "tell me what you want."
"God, don't make me wait-"
"Hyori...if it were up to me," he leaned into her ear, "I wouldn't make you wait."
He let go of her hands and his fingers began running up her arms.
"If it were up to me, I would have licked you in the car..."
She sighed, his words getting to her. Hyori felt herself losing control.
"...I would have fucked you in the back once you parked..."
He brushed the hair from her face before he began kissing at her ear, dropping words between pecks.
"...and you'd already be dripping on the floor...right here..."
His kisses ran along her jawline as he held the back of her head, his other hand sliding down her body until it reached the hem of her skirt. It pulled it up and he felt her panties.
"...if you aren't already."
She was about to lose control and so was he, their previous thoughts suddenly shot to hell.
"Shit..." she caved, "then do it. ...lick me..."
He felt his arousal hardening even more as her hand slid back down his front.
"...fuck me..."
She no longer whispered, but demanded it of him.
"...make me dr-"
Both hands went to the sides of her head as their mouths clashed, Chansung forgetting his initial thoughts to be gentle and going in to devour her. Like she said, she'd wanted him for a long time. He knew it, so he let himself go. He was getting what he wanted, and damn if it didn't feel good.
He roughly pulled up her skirt and began kneading her ass as they kissed. She threw her head back, letting air come back to her lungs. Chansung's head went back down, kissing at her neck. She moaned in the air as he thrust against her, so she let her attention fall to his still-clasped jeans. Hyori made quick work to unhook and unzip him. He groaned when she put her hands in and began stroking him.
"Hyori...fuck."
He knocked her hand out of the way and picked her up, walking with purpose as he went to what he assumed was her room at the end of the hall. He was almost out, but she still had her panties on, and the friction she caused as she ground on him to keep her balance was making him go crazy. He opened the door, not caring to shut it, and threw her on the bed instead. Her skirt was still around her middle. He crawled over her, ripping open her blouse and sending buttons everywhere.
"Take it off...then don't move," he commanded, breathing terribly unsteady.
He headed back to the living room, finally shutting the front door. His backpack was on the ground and he went for one of the pockets, pulling out a small box of condoms. He walked down the hall, stumbling slightly as he saw the waiting body at the end. She was topless now, a bra dangling from a finger before she let it drop to the floor. Hair had fallen into her face and she wantonly spread her legs open. Chansung detached one packet and threw the rest on the way somewhere, making a point to crawl over her quickly.
"Open it."
His face was near hers as he held it. She looked down at him, seeing that bit of skin right above his dick, the sprinkle of hair finding it's end at his lowered boxer-briefs. Hyori licked her lips as she saw the bulge that sat in them. Chansung lowered himself on her body as her fingers went to tear at a corner.
The action was instinctual and basal. It was finally there for the taking, only a thin piece of cloth covering what he'd been savoring for so long. It didn't matter how good she would be. Nothing did. Had their lives been switched, he would have paid anything to merely nestle between her legs. It was her, and because it was her, he nearly came on the spot when he pulled her wet panties away.
"You're so beautiful," he said.
Moans emitted from her lips as his hands palmed her breasts and he kissed down her chest. His lips went her right breast, blowing at it before he rolled his tongue on her nipple. He paid similar attention to the other, one of her hands grabbing the sheets as the other held the still-wrapped condom above her head. Chansung kissed lower and lower, sliding his hands along her hips until they settled between her thighs. He spread her further before he blew at her. When his mouth dropped to kiss and suck at her clit, she started calling his name.
"Chansung..."
He made large smacking sounds with each kiss he laid on her, and when his tongue breached her, rolling up to lap at her, she screamed it. Chansung put his face flush her and hummed into her. She began shutting her legs from her hard shivering but he laid her back open. He licked and wiped around his mouth before he settled his hand on her. When it began to rub and go inside her flesh, she pulled him up.
"Move your fingers...I want you in me. Not them."
Chansung had no problem obliging as he saw condom in her hand. He got off the bed again, shucking off the rest of his clothing and fully springing his manhood free of its confines. Hyori stroked at him again when he was back on her, and helped slide the condom on. His hand went around hers when it hit the base, and he held onto it as he helped her guide himself between her legs.
Her eyes closed of their own accord as he filled her, her back arching off the bed.
Both of them felt complete and time slowed down. Hyori's eyes had shut and her mouth fell open, but Chansung waited for her to open them again. When they did, his eyes were wide and watchful. They shook and watered as they stared down at her.
"I love you," he said.
His hand went to cradle her head.
"...and I've loved no one but you, Hyori. ...never forget that."
She almost responded, but he moved, pulling out and then back in.
Hyori couldn't breathe and felt her heart swelling. Despite the throws of passion they were in, she'd never heard him say truer words and she began reaching out for him. Her arms clung to his back in the strained dips she'd seen earlier. Her legs wrapped around him, trying to hold onto him with every hit. It was blow after blow, building up the heat that boiled between her legs and striking at her heart. The sex was more than she'd imagined, making her quench a thirst that her body needed. But the act, being with him and only him, brought her over the edge quickly. She could have known him better, could have had a better history with him, but she didn't care.
His fingers began to rub at her as he sped his movements. She was tightening around him and he could feel she was close. He held still as he heard her lose her breath. She was coming, legs finally shaking off of him and falling aside. He sat in her patiently until she came down from her high, now shivering from the cold on her moistened body. Chansung pulled out, letting her drip where she was...as promised.
He went back in to finish himself off and her grip fell weak around him. When he finished, he groaned and pulled out again. He left one leg on the bed as he strained for a wastebasket, but went to hold her when he was back on it.
They faced each other, her hand on his arm and his at her hip.
---
They fell asleep that way until Chansung started to shiver. Hyori woke for a moment and drew herself closer, wrapping an arm back around his middle until he stopped. She looked at his face, admiring it in the dark. Her hands went to trace his jaw, then her fingertips his lips.
"I love you, too Chansung," she whispered.
She lifted her head to peck at them and went back to sleep, nestling herself in his arms.
When her eyes were closed and her breathing was sound again, he opened his. He looked at her petite mouth and thought of the words she'd just said; words no one had said to him in a long time and meant. He tightened his hold on her and went back to sleep, a single tear of happiness, true happiness, fell down his cheek.
This chapter is for sonicphotonic . :) Thanks for the card girl!
Arriving at her house, he was slow to get out, nerves suddenly making him hesitant, shaky. He followed her footsteps to the door slowly. Once inside, he just stood, unsure for the first time in a while. The feelings were reminiscent of his first time, but it was beyond arousal.
Women had always come to him, told him their requests and let him take charge after. He wanted her, but he didn't know where to start, or what would please her. She was special, singular, and that fact alone made him hold back. Hyori wasn't a customer to be serviced. Instead, he wanted to savor her. Chansung wanted her company, her love and her body. He didn't want to push things and thought that if anyone deserved gentility and patience, it was her.
She on the other hand, was beyond aroused, coming behind him and wrapping an arm around his middle. Her body moved seductively slow, but she seemed to expect something more raw from him, more uninhibited. Hyori had one arm helping him slide his backpack off as the other continued holding around his midsection.
"Why so shy Chansung?" she giggled.
The hand ran across his hip, feeling the jut of a toned oblique, and then across his lower stomach, shivering with anticipation but patient. Her hands began lifting his shirt then, coming up the back and front to aid him in taking it off. At some point, he had to pull up at the shirt and finish removing it, her height limiting how far it went. Her breath shook against his back as she saw his naked upper body for the first time.
He still didn't face her, but he felt her breath huff on his back. It made him shiver slightly. She leaned close to his back, nearer to his ear as she whispered.
"...you can finger-fuck a girl in public but you can't touch me?"
He shivered again and she smiled against his back, biting her lip with how her words made him move. Two could play that game, she thought. You wanted it, now make him pay. Make him want you until he can't stand it.
One hand came back to rest on his shoulder as she viewed his back. It rippled with her touch and he could hear another small intake of air. Her hand came down slowly as she admired him, feeling the dips in it that she imagined her fingers would dip into later. His breathing picked up slightly as her hand rolled to the front.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," she said, "...since I saw you with her...in that lounge..."
He turned his face to the side and looked down to see her face, her eyes trailing around to his abs. She touched them longer this time and felt the tickle of small hairs that led from his stomach. Her hands dipped lower until they came to the edge of underwear, right above the zip of his low-riding jeans. When they came to palm at the growing tent in his pants, he finally started panting audibly.
She lifted her head to look into his hooded eyes. He licked his lips. Hyori continued to rub at him and he started thrusting slightly. Suddenly, his hands were around hers, stopping her.
"Wait," he said, whispering and looking into her eyes, "tell me what you want."
"God, don't make me wait-"
"Hyori...if it were up to me," he leaned into her ear, "I wouldn't make you wait."
He let go of her hands and his fingers began running up her arms.
"If it were up to me, I would have licked you in the car..."
She sighed, his words getting to her. Hyori felt herself losing control.
"...I would have fucked you in the back once you parked..."
He brushed the hair from her face before he began kissing at her ear, dropping words between pecks.
"...and you'd already be dripping on the floor...right here..."
His kisses ran along her jawline as he held the back of her head, his other hand sliding down her body until it reached the hem of her skirt. It pulled it up and he felt her panties.
"...if you aren't already."
She was about to lose control and so was he, their previous thoughts suddenly shot to hell.
"Shit..." she caved, "then do it. ...lick me..."
He felt his arousal hardening even more as her hand slid back down his front.
"...fuck me..."
She no longer whispered, but demanded it of him.
"...make me dr-"
Both hands went to the sides of her head as their mouths clashed, Chansung forgetting his initial thoughts to be gentle and going in to devour her. Like she said, she'd wanted him for a long time. He knew it, so he let himself go. He was getting what he wanted, and damn if it didn't feel good.
He roughly pulled up her skirt and began kneading her ass as they kissed. She threw her head back, letting air come back to her lungs. Chansung's head went back down, kissing at her neck. She moaned in the air as he thrust against her, so she let her attention fall to his still-clasped jeans. Hyori made quick work to unhook and unzip him. He groaned when she put her hands in and began stroking him.
"Hyori...fuck."
He knocked her hand out of the way and picked her up, walking with purpose as he went to what he assumed was her room at the end of the hall. He was almost out, but she still had her panties on, and the friction she caused as she ground on him to keep her balance was making him go crazy. He opened the door, not caring to shut it, and threw her on the bed instead. Her skirt was still around her middle. He crawled over her, ripping open her blouse and sending buttons everywhere.
"Take it off...then don't move," he commanded, breathing terribly unsteady.
He headed back to the living room, finally shutting the front door. His backpack was on the ground and he went for one of the pockets, pulling out a small box of condoms. He walked down the hall, stumbling slightly as he saw the waiting body at the end. She was topless now, a bra dangling from a finger before she let it drop to the floor. Hair had fallen into her face and she wantonly spread her legs open. Chansung detached one packet and threw the rest on the way somewhere, making a point to crawl over her quickly.
"Open it."
His face was near hers as he held it. She looked down at him, seeing that bit of skin right above his dick, the sprinkle of hair finding it's end at his lowered boxer-briefs. Hyori licked her lips as she saw the bulge that sat in them. Chansung lowered himself on her body as her fingers went to tear at a corner.
The action was instinctual and basal. It was finally there for the taking, only a thin piece of cloth covering what he'd been savoring for so long. It didn't matter how good she would be. Nothing did. Had their lives been switched, he would have paid anything to merely nestle between her legs. It was her, and because it was her, he nearly came on the spot when he pulled her wet panties away.
"You're so beautiful," he said.
Moans emitted from her lips as his hands palmed her breasts and he kissed down her chest. His lips went her right breast, blowing at it before he rolled his tongue on her nipple. He paid similar attention to the other, one of her hands grabbing the sheets as the other held the still-wrapped condom above her head. Chansung kissed lower and lower, sliding his hands along her hips until they settled between her thighs. He spread her further before he blew at her. When his mouth dropped to kiss and suck at her clit, she started calling his name.
"Chansung..."
He made large smacking sounds with each kiss he laid on her, and when his tongue breached her, rolling up to lap at her, she screamed it. Chansung put his face flush her and hummed into her. She began shutting her legs from her hard shivering but he laid her back open. He licked and wiped around his mouth before he settled his hand on her. When it began to rub and go inside her flesh, she pulled him up.
"Move your fingers...I want you in me. Not them."
Chansung had no problem obliging as he saw condom in her hand. He got off the bed again, shucking off the rest of his clothing and fully springing his manhood free of its confines. Hyori stroked at him again when he was back on her, and helped slide the condom on. His hand went around hers when it hit the base, and he held onto it as he helped her guide himself between her legs.
Her eyes closed of their own accord as he filled her, her back arching off the bed.
Both of them felt complete and time slowed down. Hyori's eyes had shut and her mouth fell open, but Chansung waited for her to open them again. When they did, his eyes were wide and watchful. They shook and watered as they stared down at her.
"I love you," he said.
His hand went to cradle her head.
"...and I've loved no one but you, Hyori. ...never forget that."
She almost responded, but he moved, pulling out and then back in.
Hyori couldn't breathe and felt her heart swelling. Despite the throws of passion they were in, she'd never heard him say truer words and she began reaching out for him. Her arms clung to his back in the strained dips she'd seen earlier. Her legs wrapped around him, trying to hold onto him with every hit. It was blow after blow, building up the heat that boiled between her legs and striking at her heart. The sex was more than she'd imagined, making her quench a thirst that her body needed. But the act, being with him and only him, brought her over the edge quickly. She could have known him better, could have had a better history with him, but she didn't care.
His fingers began to rub at her as he sped his movements. She was tightening around him and he could feel she was close. He held still as he heard her lose her breath. She was coming, legs finally shaking off of him and falling aside. He sat in her patiently until she came down from her high, now shivering from the cold on her moistened body. Chansung pulled out, letting her drip where she was...as promised.
He went back in to finish himself off and her grip fell weak around him. When he finished, he groaned and pulled out again. He left one leg on the bed as he strained for a wastebasket, but went to hold her when he was back on it.
They faced each other, her hand on his arm and his at her hip.
---
They fell asleep that way until Chansung started to shiver. Hyori woke for a moment and drew herself closer, wrapping an arm back around his middle until he stopped. She looked at his face, admiring it in the dark. Her hands went to trace his jaw, then her fingertips his lips.
"I love you, too Chansung," she whispered.
She lifted her head to peck at them and went back to sleep, nestling herself in his arms.
When her eyes were closed and her breathing was sound again, he opened his. He looked at her petite mouth and thought of the words she'd just said; words no one had said to him in a long time and meant. He tightened his hold on her and went back to sleep, a single tear of happiness, true happiness, fell down his cheek.
This chapter is for sonicphotonic . :) Thanks for the card girl!