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9 pm.

"Y/n," Hajoon whispers my name, coming closer to me on the sofa as I am laying between his dad's legs, this man who dozed off while playing with my hair. "Hm?"

"Are you...staying with us now?" he does not give up on this, and I smile at him. "I'll talk about it with your dad tonight, but I'm planning on moving here."

"Really?" he keeps quiet but expresses a lot of joy, and I chuckle. "Yeah."

"I can't wait," he does not pretend to not care but let his emotion in plain sight. This feels wonderful to see through somebody's eyes that you mean something to them, this is the best feeling ever. "Are you going to work again though?"

"Yes, I'll try to find a job, or I'll stay here to take care of Hyejoon until he starts to go to nursery," I explain, not certain myself. "Ah yeah. Well, that's great then. I'll get to spend a lot of time with you."

"Yeah, all day long. I'd consider myself to be lucky if I was you," I joke with him, and he scoffs. "Calm your ass down. Don't become full of yourself, okay?"

I giggle but do not respond to this.

50 minutes later...

"Hey, can I talk to you?" I ask Mister Jeon as he just joined me on the bed, and he turns the lights off but turns towards me. "Hm, tell me what's wrong," the sleepiness that is still present inside him affects his voice and deepens it. "I...I talked with Hajoon earlier, and I'm thinking about...maybe...staying here. Is that...I mean...Do you agree with it?"

"Staying here to live with us for good?" he pulls the blanket higher on his body and covers his bare torso, and I nod. A smile momentarily appears on his face. "I'm so happy to hear it, baby. Of course, I agree. I've been waiting for this for so long."

The relief soothes me, and I finally feel more at ease with this thought. "Come here," he opens his arms, and I get close right away to be hugged by his strong body. I snuggle up against him, and he kisses my lips and embraces my body. "I'm really happy about this decision, baby."

"I'm glad you are," I hug him back, and I bury my face in his robust chest, feeling safe, protected, and so warm. "By the way," he combs my hair back, whispering in a sleepy voice. "You can call me Jungkook now."

"Are you sure?" I question him, feeling weird whenever I think about pronouncing his name. "Yeah. I don't want you to have to call me 'Mister Jeon' anymore. You're my girl."

The last sentence warms my heart up, and I smile in his chest. "All right. I will try to get used to it."

"Unless you always want to call me 'Mister Jeon', I don't mind either," he softly laughs, and I look up at him. "Honestly, I wouldn't mind, but calling you by your name makes me feel closer to you, so I like it."

"I think the same," his tough hand gently brushes my hair back again, and he presses a kiss on my forehead, before running his fingers down my side to hold my waist. "We should sleep now. Have a good night, I love you, baby."

"Have a good night too, I love you," I tighten my embrace around his strong body, and he holds me like if he was scared to lose me.

— Next day —

Monday, March 14th, 2022.

6:20 am.

"See you later, baby. I love you," he presses a kiss on my lips after telling goodbye to his sons, and I hug him one last time. "I love you too. Be careful on the road, and I hope you'll have a good day."

"I hope you will too," he caresses my cheek and steps back to open the door as I am standing close to make sure I stay near him until he leaves. "And don't overwork..." I remind him before he steps out, and a soft laugh escapes him. "I won't, don't worry," he gets out of the house and turns around to close the door, but he sends me a flying kiss first and tells me one more time that he loves me, so I do the same, with a smile upon my face, and he eventually walks out.

I have never felt this good in the morning.

After this sweet moment, I turn around and head to the dining table where Hyejoon and Hajoon are still eating. I sit down next to the younger one and check up on him, noticing that he is holding his spoon in one hand but using the other to eat.

"When are you gonna get your stuff at your house?" Hajoon swallows the food he has in his mouth, and I eat the rest of my meal. "This week, but I still have some for today and tomorrow, so it'll be fine."

"Oh, okay," he shoves more meat and rice in his trap, looking hungry as always.

•••

11 pm.

The TV playing a movie in the bedroom as Jungkook is still not sleeping, I trace some random shapes over his chest while resting my face on it, my body leaning on his with one of my legs over his long ones.

I feel like he is not okay.

"Are you upset?" I ask in a doubtful voice, and his hand runs up my side. "I'm not, baby," he caresses this sensitive spot to reassure me with his touch. "Why do you think so?"

"I don't know, you seemed in a bad mood when you came back home," I slide my hand over his torso to feel his warm skin under my fingertip, and he combs my hair back. "I'm sorry if you saw it. I just had a bad day at work, but I felt better once I was home."

"Do you want to talk about it?" I look up at him, letting him decide. He locks eyes with me, and his fingers run through my hair unceasingly. "Well...At first, it started with one of my patients. She kept on telling me that I was wrong because Google told her that she had cancer when I diagnosed some simple stomach aches that can be treated with some medication, but no, she was insisting on the fact that I was not right as if Google was more reliable than a doctor who spent years studying and working hard. Then, after that, one of my colleagues came into my office during the lunch break to tell me about that same woman, who complained to the secretary because I was not listening to her and that she wanted another doctor..." he heaves a sigh full of exhaustion. "She pissed me off."

"I'm sorry this happened to you," I hug him and press a soft kiss on his jawline. "I hope she won't come back, otherwise I fight her."

He smiles and skims the tip of his fingers over my shoulder. "She's an old woman, no need to fight. Push her once, and she never stands up again," the anger he feels towards her makes him speak like he never does, and I giggle. "I'll push her and tell her not to disrespect my man again, is that okay?"

"I'm glad to know my woman is there to save me," he passes his other hand through his hair and keeps it behind his head. "Always," I peck his lips and look into his eyes, but I cannot stay still, I get on top of him. "Am I having all your attention right now?"

"You are," he does not glance away as if he was not interested in the movie anymore, and he plays with my hair, softly. "Oh, but I'm not acting cute. Does that mean I'm lucky?" I remind him of what he said the other day, and he chuckles, knowing what I am talking about. "No, that's because you're cute without trying."

I shyly respond to this compliment but take a peek at his biceps as his hand is still in the back of his head. The muscles are flexed again. Once I set my eyes back on him, I notice his focus move up from my cleavage and feel his fingers caress my arm in the most delicate manner.

Understanding that he got caught, he smiles at me. "I love when you wear this red nightie," his speech slows down, and I get what this means. "I wear it because this is your favorite," I let him know I put these only for him. I would love to see myself through his eyes, I seem so beautiful when he talks about me, when he gazes at me, I wish I could think the same when I look at my reflection.

My lips curve up at the sight of his eyes peeking down at my breasts again, and he has a glimpse of my lips, his fingers sliding up my arm. After seeing him so stressed and under pressure because of his work, I am willing to make him feel good, to relax him. His eyes not leaving my curves, I drop a soft kiss on his chest, then on his neck, and I look into his penetrating eyes.

We both remain silent, feeling each other's desire, he kindly brushes the strap away from my shoulder to let it fall down, and he gazes back into my eyes, heightening the tension, stiffening it with only a look of his.

The tip of his fingers gliding up my neck, at the feeling of them skimming over my jawline to end under my chin, I move forth to kiss his lips, and he now touches me with both of his hands. He turns this kiss into a slow, passionate one, and his right hand slides the strap, that was still on, down as well, so I pull away to gaze into his eyes.

"Is this enough to get your attention for a little longer?" I speak in a calmer voice without even realizing, and I sit down on his crotch, getting his hand to slide down to my thigh. "Yes."

"And what if I want it for much longer?" I smile, and he does the same, his thumb caressing my skin. "Behave in order to get it."

⚠️MATURE CONTENT UNTIL THE END.

"Hm..." I peek down at his lower abdomen, and my fingers cannot be held back, they wander along his v-line and abs, and I look back into his eyes but see him move to put his elbow down on the pillow and rest the side of his head on his fist. "I don't know how to do it..."

"That's very unfortunate," his fingers travel higher on my thigh, but I move back from a few inches, and I touch his crotch. "There are no strings for me to play with," I pretend to be looking for it, rubbing my fingers over his pajama pants. I put a smile full of innocence on my face, but he does not return it, he only stares straight through my eyes.

I do not take my hands off of him but drift them to his inner thigh, and I massage them with my thumbs, kneading the right spots. I get right between his long legs to make it easier but love the sight of his hard-on that bulges out of his pants. Feeling like the arousal is keeping him quiet again, I bend over and press my lips on his abdomen while making sure that my breasts are pressing against his cock. Not remaining still to rub them over him, I knead his groin, aware of how sensitive he is over there.

5 minutes later...

I do not do it for too long but gaze up at him to see his reaction, and I notice that his fingers are now over his lips. His breathing seems faster. Not knowing whether I should continue or stop, I move my hand over his inner thighs, then I trap the waistband between my fingers, and I pull his pants down to take his hard cock out but purposely make it hit his stomach. I stay on my knees and put my hands down on the sheets, and I gaze up at him, but he just stares with one of the most sexual looks into his eyes.

Not glancing away, I bend over and pass my tongue over the head, and I move down to lick the shafts from the bottom to the tip. I do it a few times, and I grab it with my hand to masturbate him, and I look up into his eyes but use my thumb and index finger to wrap them around the thick head and pump it.

His eyelids slowly shut while his lips are parting, and I tongue the slit to give him even more. Once he opens his eyes again and gazes at me with a lot of pleasure on his face, I slap his cock against my tongue and suck the head only for a small second, but his eyes roll back, and he bites his lips.

Knowing this is effective, I put his pants back on and go in the position I was before to sit astride his crotch but feel the thickness of his erection against my core.

I bounce on him to make him react. "Why are you quiet?"

A corner of his lips finally curves up, his sleepy gaze exposing his state, he bites his bottom lip and lands one hand on my thigh while the other is holding his head. "You know what's gonna happen if you keep playing to this type of game, baby."

I restrain the amusement and ignore the butterflies in my stomach, and I bounce on him to provoke him some more but feel his hand squeeze my skin. "I don't know anything," I cannot hide my grin.

Since he does not want to do anything, I lean over him and press my lips on his chest, but I aim one of his nipples, and I pass the tip of my tongue over it. Desperate to find the second weakest spot of his body, I do it again and swirl my tongue around it, and I use my thumb over the other one.

I suck on it, then I pull away but only to kindly twist it with my fingers and excite him, feeling his hands crush my skin. Once I move forth again and flick my tongue on the hard tip, he runs his fingers through my hair and grabs it, and I keep going while rubbing my thumb over the other one to make sure I give him enough stimulation. 

A deep, shivering moan full of pleasure escapes his mouth, and he pulls on my hair. "Don't do that."

I look at him but smile, knowing I gave him too much pleasure for him to keep quiet. I do not do anything anymore but only gaze into his eyes, and he peeks down at my lips, then up again.

I cannot hold back and stop this, I know he just does not want to lose control before I do, so I am not going to put an end to this. I disregard the consequences of my actions and go lower, pull his pants down, and take his cock in my mouth. I look up into his eyes, holding his member with my hand and playing with the tip in my mouth. "I fucking swear, y/n..." he smiles, faintly, but his eyes that can barely remain open finally close without him wanting them to, so I flick my tongue on the slit, and he pushes his head back against the wall behind him, and his jaw clench. I smile but bob my head, loving this feeling, his taste, and the way it affects him.

A sharp sigh escapes his mouth, and I close my eyes to go as low as I can and feel a part of his cock push through my throat and block it up. I gag on it and move my head back without pulling my lips apart from his veiny skin. I use my hand to make it easier since this is the first time I do this and that he is a bit too big.

Enjoying this more than I even expected to, I slide my lips up his length to swirl my tongue around the tip, flick it a little, and move down again to have his cock in my throat and choke on it. As soon as I retreat, his hand prevents me from going any further, and he tangles his fingers in my hair to grab it and push my head back down. "Do that again," he orders me to do, acting exactly the way I have always wanted him to.

I do as told and deepthroat him, not caring about the lack of air, the tears in my eyes, I just want to obey and make him feel good.

"You're doing good, baby," he breathes out in an unsteady manner, whispering in a shuddering voice. My heart racing hard and hitting my chest, I do my best to relax the muscles in the back of my throat, but he pulls on my hair and pushes my head down, controlling the pace and doing whatever he wants with my mouth.

The throaty sounds I make seeming loud, my lungs requiring some air, the tears leave my eyes, and the muscles of my throat tighten around his cock, the thickness hindering the way where some air need to pass, I give a squeeze to his thigh to ask him to stop. He does it right away and lets me breathe, but I uncontrollably cough and gasp for air. Not wanting this to stop, he cups my chin and grabs his cock, and he makes me look up into his eyes.

I have never seen him look so hot.

He holds my face to not let me move it, and he jerks off at an even faster pace while keeping the head close to my lips. I part them, seeing him get close to it while staring at me and panting hard. "Good girl," he smirks through the ecstasy, but his head falls back. His veins popping out of his sweaty skin to enhance the ink that covers it, he rests his head on the wall, but it tilts to the side as if he could not carry it anymore, his chest gaining and losing volume at a quick rhythm.

His wrist does not even slow down, his eyes open but look smaller, and he gazes down at me, licks his lips, and bites them. "I'm comin—" a breathy moan runs out, and I open my mouth even more. A sudden twitch of his body hints the climax, and he spreads his legs, his hold on my jawline becomes tighter. Not controlling the expression of his face, the sexual look his features give him makes him vulnerable to the pleasure of this climax, and he stares into my eyes. "Y/n..." he fills me with shivers, and his heavy eyelids shut. "Right th— Ugh—" a grunt rasps his throat and shivers me to the bone, and he shoots his cum, but all over my face. Another moan, that he manages to keep quiet, flies away from his lips, and he slows down, his hand throbbing around his member, I gaze at him, his veins, tattoos, his muscles flexing.

He does not let any more sound go out but sets his eyes on me, and the sight of my face covered with his cum brings him some clear satisfaction. His thumb kindly skims my cheek now that he is being conscious of his actions, and he presses the swollen head against my lips to let the thick liquid leak down on them and end in my mouth.

I stick my tongue out to lick his cum off of his skin but cause a small squirm to his body. He smiles at this reaction but looks high. His small eyes, the shine in them. He is thousands of times sexier when he orgasms. I am so lucky to witness this.

He does not glance away, seeking new air, he rubs the soft and warm tip all over my lips, and I lick everything off to swallow it for the first time but taste how salty and warm it is, and feel how sticky it is. I do it slowly to not hurt him, and I take it in my mouth one last time to not leave any of the cum on his skin but feel his trembling hand skim my cheek and caress it.

He is being so gentle now.

His thumb rubbing my cheek as to tell me that I am doing good, I hold his cock and pass my tongue over the pink, swollen head in a delicate way, then I pull away to not make him too oversensitive. Feeling the thickness of the liquid go down my throat, I look up into his eyes and smile, but he wipes what he left on my face, then brings his finger to my mouth to make me lick it too.

My throat really feels sore now, but I do not regret anything.

"Is this one of your weaknesses?" I keep my eyes on him and put his pants back properly, and I crawl over him. "Yeah...A terrible weakness, and my most favorite. You were so amazing, baby."

"Oh, I gotta practice for next time then," I gulp down, his taste still in my mouth, his hands touch my arms, but he chuckles. "Hm. Practice with it. Nothing's better to get better at it."

"Is it a way to ask for it?" I laugh, quietly, and he does not even deny it. "Yeah. Do it every time you feel like practicing."

"Every day then?" I do not joke with him, and he bites his lips as if the thought of him was too great to not react to it. "Don't get me excited like that, I know you won't."

"I will," I contradict him and assert my statement. His eyes peek down at my cleavage, his hands following my curves to hold my waist, and he drifts his eyes back to mine in a slow manner, not even being discreet at all. "We'll see that."

"Yeah, you'll see. Every morning or night, or just whenever you want," I do not doubt or hesitate to say those words. I know what I want and what I like. "Did you really like it that much?" he smirks but kinda feels some evident satisfaction because of this. "Yes. I loved it. I love how it feels in my mouth, I love to feel you control me, to feel and see you climax because of me...it's the best thing ever, and I want to try so many different ways to do it."

"If one day, I wake up, and you suck me off to get me fully awake, I swear..." a chortle escapes him. "You'll take so much on that night that you won't be able to leave the bed the next morning."

His words turn me on, creating butterflies in my stomach. "I'll do it for sure then."

He smiles at my boldness but does not say anything anymore.

The movie still playing in the background, he stares, and I do the same, loving the way we talk with no words but touches and gazes. Feeling desirous of him, I drop my eyes to his lips, but he slides one hand over my side, and I feel him grab the silk fabric to pull on it and reveal my black lace underwear, but he gives a small thrust of his hips and moves one leg up. Receiving the hints and taking them, I lock our lips anew and kiss him, sensually but feel his hands tease me with caresses over my back, riding my clothing up to expose more of my skin and have access to it. 

Some pressure gets applied on my lower back as his tongue just grazed mine, so I lower my hips to his, and he pushes his tough hands inside my underwear to grab my butt and make me thrust.

He is raising the temperature of my body so effortlessly, this is concerning.

Now aware of what he wants, I grind onto him and push my hips back and forth against his. A heavy exhalation from his lungs enters my mouth, and his hands trace their way all over my body while our kiss is getting hotter.

When I feel him pull my clothing up, I break the kiss and sit on his crotch to take it off, and I drop it before hurrying to feel his lips between mine again. I love it so much when he kisses me, he could make me orgasm with that only, and that is the most satisfying part of it.

"What's that sexy lingerie for, hm?" he smiles through the frictions, and the arousal controls my behavior. "Nothing..." I lie and give heavier thrusts on his crotch, feeling him how hard he is right between my thighs. "Nothing?" he holds me by the waist and rolls over the bed to be on top. "Not even for me?" he caresses the back of my thigh that is not under his body, and I gaze into his eyes, my arms around his neck. "This is just for you, Mister Jeon," I call him the way he loves me to.

A satisfied smile grows on his face, and he goes on his knees, between my legs to hover over me, and he presses his lips on my breasts but slowly pushes his erection back and forth against my damp underwear. "Does that mean you want something from me?" he holds my waist with one hand but keeps his lips where they are, licking my skin to cover it with goosebumps. I bite my lips and grab his hair. "Yes..."

He kisses his way up my neck after leaving kisses all over my chest, and he grinds into me, going harder than I was while breathing heavily. "And what do you want?"

"You," I let everything out, the sexual need speaking for me. "Inside of me..."

"You want me inside you?" his soft lips pamper my skin with gentle kisses, his tongue turning them into sexual ones. "Yes, please..." I ask for it, making a mess in his hair. "But you're gonna have to be quiet if we do it here," he already knows what is going to happen, and I smile but keep my eyes closed, loving what he does to me. "I will."

"You think you can?" he scoffs and stops to gaze at me, and we both look at each other. "I know I had your thighs against my ears when I had my head between them, but I could still hear you, baby."

"I was quiet. I don't know what you're talking about," I deny the truth, feeling shy about it, but he bites his lips, smirking and staring through my soul with his deep eyes full of want. He gives a thrust again, one hand holding my hip, he peeks down at my breasts and rubs his erection against me, feeling the lips part under the pressure of his hard cock. "What was the small 'Oh yeah', 'Mister Jeon' you were letting out while gasping for air then? Hm?" he mimics my moans but turns me on with the sound of them, and I bite my lips, smiling but not admitting this is true. "I don't know..."

"You don't know..." he repeats this falsehood, and he kisses my lips in a gentle manner. "I should make it happen again to remind you in this case," he whispers against my skin, and I slide my hands over his back, feeling him up, touching every inch of him that I know by heart but cannot get enough of. We do not avert our eyes from each other, but his hand moves up to my chin, and he holds it. "You like being dominated, right?" he makes sure before doing anything, and I nod. "Yes, you can be rough, you can go hard if you want."

"Slapping, choking, and that stuff, you like it?" he combs my hair back, and I affirm what I first stated. "I do. Just go with the flow, I'll love it."

"Okay," he kisses my lips. "But I won't be rough, this is your first time, I want to make sure you don't get hurt," he goes on his knees and pulls his pants down to take them off. No matter how many times I see it, I still feel butterflies at the thought of what is about to happen. I just love to see him naked.

Before he goes back on me, I take my soaked underwear off and spread my legs again to let him be in-between, and he smiles and bends over me. He reaches out for the bedside table on my left, and he opens a drawer to take a condom out.

"It's going to fit, right...?" I cannot keep my fear to myself, and he puts the item down. "Hey, I told you to not worry about it. I'm going to take it slow, but if you think about it and cause some nervousness or apprehension, this won't help, baby," he reassures me again, always doing his best to make sure I am fine. "Yeah."

"Just relax," he joins our lips to kiss, and I try to do as he said, calming down and clearing my thoughts as much as I can to make myself go. He slowly gets me more in the mood, passing his hand over my stomach, hips, and thigh. His kisses are always the most passionate and enticing ones, this is so soft and needy at the same time, he makes me crave him so easily.

This kiss gets broken once he pulls his lips apart, but he does it to slip two fingers in my mouth. "Suck on them," he orders me to do in a murmur, and I obey, licking them and looking at him in the eyes. He shows pleasure and pushes them back and forth, covering his skin with my saliva.

"You call me a tease, but you stare into my eyes while sucking my fingers?" he pulls them out, and I lick my lips but smile. "You're the one staring," I put the blame on him, but my legs clench when I feel his hand between my thighs, and his fingers sliding between the wet lips. "Stop pretending to be innocent."

I run my hands down his torso and grab his cock to pleasure him too. "I'm not. I'm innocent, you just can't see it."

He looks into both of my eyes but brings his bedroom ones down, before peeking up again. "Uh. And what's in your hand right now? Wasn't it in your mouth some minutes ago?" his question gets me to chuckle, and I kiss him but twist my hand around the head of his erection, feeling his fingers trace circles on my most sensitive spot. He does not retreat but kisses me back, probably loving this as much as I do. My breathing hastens the more this goes further, the more his lips embrace mine, and I go a little more quickly with my wrist, but he slides a finger inside of me without saying anything, and I gasp, breaking the kiss unwittingly. I never felt this before.

"You turn me on so much," he breathes out and brushes his lips past mine, and I open my eyes to see his features, but he adds a second finger, and his eyes land on mine, his fingers going back and forth inside of me. He curls the tip of them, and they hit a spot that triggers more intense pleasure, making my lips part, and he looks down at them.

"This spot feels good?" he smiles, the arousal and satisfaction drawn all upon his face. "Yeah," I uncontrollably pull my legs apart, and he presses a kiss on one of my breasts. He repeats this action on another spot of my chest, and he gets to my other breast, but this time, he goes more slowly and sucks on it, marking my skin with his mouth. This excites me so much, I do not feel like I will be able to keep quiet once he goes to the next level.

I slow down the pace at which my hand is going, finding it hard to keep going while the ecstatic sensations are taking over me. His fingers slamming into the best spot, a whine slips out of my mouth, but he stops and does not hit it anymore, he pecks the hued area he left on my skin, and he kisses my neck. "I'm adding one more finger to stretch you out, okay?" he warns me, and I hum to answer.

I take my hand off of his member to drive it up his side, and the other one goes up to his shoulder. He enters a third finger, but I feel how different it is. My teeth squeeze my bottom lip, my breathing turning sharp, I try not to close my eyes again, but the heavy frictions start to have a stronger impact on my entire body.

This is the first time that I feel something inside of me, especially this much, but this feels good. My heart is beating so hard, and I keep on feeling the muscles inside contract against his fingers. Probably feeling some tightness because of this, he goes more slowly and presses some kisses over my neck, jawline, and cheek, making me feel terribly relaxed and good.

"I'm inside you, right now. Is that enough?" he plays with me on purpose, knowing what I want but acting like he does not. I bite my lips, unable to think straight. "Not just your fingers..." I turn my head towards him, and he nuzzles my nose with the tip of his, but my mouth opens once he has the palm of his hand against my clit and pulls my hips up, going a little harder. "Then what do you want inside you? Hm? I wanna hear you say it."

"Your cock," I clench my legs and whimper, doing everything to be quiet. "I thought you wanted it in your mouth," he makes it difficult for me to calm down and have enough strength to speak, worsening the wetness between my thighs. I squeeze his shoulder and tilt my hips up, wanting him to hit the sensitive spot, but he does not do it. "I want it there too..." I smile through the pleasure, feeling sleepy but ecstatic too.

"You can have it wherever and whenever you want, baby," he pecks my cheekbone in one of the most delicate manners. "It's yours."

"I want it now," I open my eyes but only look down at his lips, my heart racing. He kisses my lips and stops, he pulls his fingers out but moves back to go on his knees, and he sticks his fingers in his mouth to lick them but grab the condom. "Take your bra off," he tears the item open and takes the rubber out. I do as told, doing what is always the hardest for me.

I drop it on the floor and lie down but look at him sliding the condom down his hard member. I cover my breasts with my arms, not realizing the reflex I have. The silence kills me, and I look up at him once he is done, but he goes into the drawer again and gets a bottle out. Some lube.

He opens it and only puts a small amount on his cock, and he drops it next to us to spread the product all over his length. For some reason, seeing him do this to himself, with his manly hand, excites me. Once he is done, he looks behind him and grabs the flimsy blanket, bends over me, and hides our lower bodies with it. The more this is getting close to that next level, the harder my heartbeat is.

I do not know anymore.

He gazes into my eyes and smiles at me, his strong body hovering over mine, the muscles of his fit and big arms flexing next to mine. "Do you still want to do it? Are you ready?"

"Yes," I give him my consent, and he leans in to softly land a kiss on my lips. "I'm gonna go slowly at the beginning, so don't be scared to tell me if it hurts, if you want me to go a little deeper, faster, or harder. Whatever you want, tell me about it. Okay?" he makes sure everything is all right with me, and I nod. "Okay."