🌶️🔥 spicy kissy scene 🔥🌶️
~This whole chapter is one giant hot tamale. Your welcome ~
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Emily and Minho stood at the end of the driveway waving their friends off. It was almost 2 in the morning. Emily's feet hurt, her hair was slowly coming undone, and she was ready to take the dress off, but she absolutely loved it. Despite all the weirdness with her step mother and sister, it had been an amazing night. She had a lot of fun. She felt beautiful, she had a slight confidence boost. The dress, maybe, brought out her confidence and her girly side. Or maybe it was a Christmas miracle.

Emily shivered slightly.

"Cold?" Minho asked, sliding an arm around her.

"A little. This dress doesn't exactly cover much."

"Hmmm." He hummed, a slight smirk on his face. "It's very pretty on you."

"I'm ready for pj's though. Come on super star."

Emily turned and held handfuls of her dress and walked back up the driveway. Minho caught up and opened the door for her.

"My princess." He swept his arm wide.

Emily giggled at his antics and rolled her eyes affectionately at him, Emily stepped into the house, Minho closed the door behind him. She placed her hand bag on the table by the front door. Minho tossed his suit jacket onto the table as well. Emily went to bend down to undo her shoes, but Minho had already knelt down and pulled her foot into his knee. He slowly pulled her dress up so he could get to her foot. He slowly undid the buckle around her ankle and slipped her foot out and gently placed it on the floor.

"Other one." He demanded quietly.

He glanced up at Emily, who was leaning against the wall, her chest was rising and falling rapidly. Minho's eyes looked darker, but he was being slow and gentle. His dark eyes kept her brown eyes lock onto his. She felt stuck and drawn into them. His hand gently ran up the back of her calf. Her stomach exploded with a million butterflies.  Emily flattened her hands against the wall, just to keep herself from melting into the floor. He held her eye contact for a second longer before they flicked down to her heel. He unbuckled the strap. Gentle tugging the shoe off, he turned his head and gently brushed his warm lips against the inside of her knee.

Emily sucked in a sharp breath and then her  lungs forgot to work when he placed his lips a bit more firmly slightly higher. He gently placed her foot onto the floor, making her dress pool around her bare feet, now it being too long without the heels. His head tipped up and Emily locked eyes with him again. Her red lips were parted slightly, her chest still rising. She felt warm. Minho placed his hands by her hips and slowly slid them higher, over her hips to her waist, and then back down to her hips. He pressed her lips against her skin that showed in the peek a boo on her sternum. A small breathy gasp escaped Emily. Minho's hands found the cut outs in her dress on her back, his hands were warm against her skin.

"Minho..." Her voice was hardly a whisper.

He slowly stood up, his body pressed into hers. He was now looking down at her, Emily tipped her head up.

"Emily...I still really really want to kiss you." His voice was deep and rough.

"What are you waiting for then?" She asked

He rubbed his nose against hers, his lips tickled her skin when he spoke, his breath was warm on her neck, her skin broke out in goosebumps and she shivered.

"Your permission." He paused, Emily felt his heart slamming in his chest, when she laid her hands on his chest. "Because...if I start...I don't know if I'll be able to stop."

"What if...if I don't want you to?" Emily whispered back.

Minho lifted his head and looked at her, his dark eyes searching hers. She slid her hands up to his neck, one hand up into his hair and pulled the back of his head down. Emily pushed up on her toes and kissed him. It was the okay single he was waiting for. He pushed her into the wall and pressed his body into hers. His one hand braced against the wall beside her head. His other hand slid from her waist to her hip and then slowly slid across her dress to the small of her back and down. His hand rested on her butt and gently applied pressure pushing her more into him. He kissed her despritly, hungerly wildly.

Emily's head spun, it filled with a wild fog, butterflies flew everywhere, a white hot feeling started in the pit of her stomach and spread throughout her body. Her arms and legs felt tingly.

He kissed her with such reckless abandon and so deep, Emily didn't know who's air she was breathing. Electricity flowed through her veins. Emily wasn't sure where she was or what day it was...all she knew was that Minho's body pressed into her, he kissed her with an urgency, she had never experienced.

He finally pulled away to breath, Emily's knees where weak and her head flopped forwards onto his chest. She felt his wild breath on the back of her neck and his head slamming into her chest. It took her a second for her body to function again.

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Minho could feel her body shacking. She was making small breathy gasps that made him shudder with desire. She had no idea the effect she had on him. He had kissed other girls, but none of them ever came remotely close to her. She lived rent free in his head. Her smile made his entire day better. She could read the dictionary and he would sit and listen, just to hear her voice.

Her lips on his neck drove every single thought and care out the window. Her body pressed against his made him hot and tingly and feel reckless. When she whispers his name between kisses...it makes him want to kiss her harder just to hear her say his name.

Emily lifted her head off his chest. She could no doubt feel how wild his heart was beating and probably she knew how much he wanted her.

Her big sweet brown eyes didn't look very sweet right now. There was a wild edge to them and it made his breath get stuck.

"Shuck Em..." He growled.

He nuzzled her face into her neck. He felt a her hands grab at his hair and neck. He heard a moan from her. It just spurred him on. He kissed her neck and slowly worked down to her bare shoulder. She tipped her head back, leaning against the wall.

Both his hands found her but and pushed her closer, and then slid up her back over the smooth material of the form fighting dress and back down her sides. He kept a sting of kisses down her shoulder and to the hollow of her neck. Minho's one hand gently ran along the neck line of her dress.

"...Minho..."

Her breathy whimper was hardly audible. It made him growl. He pulled his face away and looked at her. Her hair was falling out, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes kept fluttering shut, especially when his fingers trailed along her neck line and slowly up to her neck and back down.

"Are you still okay Em?"

"...define...define okay..." She managed to choke out when he ran his hand again. It made him smirk slightly. With just a gentle touch he could make her a whimpering mess. He sucked in a breath when she grabbed his tie and pulled him closer, kissing him again. Her hands fumbled with his shirt, trying to unbutton it.

He stepped back, grabbing her hands he gently pulled her away from the front door and entrance. They both were breathing wildly. Emily had a fist full of her dress holding it up so she could walk without tripping for the hall. He led her to her bedroom and closed her door behind them.

Minho turned to see Emily standing in the middle of her room, looking slightly nervous.

"Baby? Are you okay still?" He asked quietly stepping over to her. He gently raised her head.

She smiled up at him and his knees felt week.

"I may need some help getting out of the dress..."

"I.." his voice came out gravelly, he cleared his throat and tried again, "I can help with that..."

She stepped back and slowly pulled the pins out of her hair. Her long blond hair finally came lose and tumbled down her shoulders and back. His eyes widened, his hands twitched, he wanted to run his hands through it. He wanted to bury his hands into her hair and hold hand fulls. She then pulled the bracelets off and placed them on the dresser and then slowly took the long earrings out. She hadn't looked away as she did this. Minho kept his eyes glued to her, drinking everything in. She made his heart speed up.

Emily slowly stepped closer again and slowly reached up and started to slowly undo the tie he wore to match her dress. Her eyes flicked over his face. It was quiet between them, but it wasn't awkward or uncomfortable. It made this whole situation just build more. He's stomach was twisting and his palms felt sweaty. Once the tie was pulled free, she slowly and deliberately unbuttoned his white shirt. He stood in front of her without a shirt. She ran her small hands over his chest and stomach.

Minho's eyes fluttered closed and he growled. Her fingers left wide hot fire across his skin, but his skin broke out into goosebumps. She ran a hand back up his torso to his chest. Minho caught her wrist and pulled it up, and he gently kissed her palm and slowly down to her wrist and forearm to the crook of her elbow.

"Can I help you out of this dress now?"

He asked between kissing the inside of her arm.

"Yes."

He then straightened up and slowly twirled her so her back was facing him. His hands were slightly shaking. He had never done this before. This was brand new for both of them. He was nervous, he didn't want to hurt her, physically and emotionally.

"Emily... please tell me if you wanna stop at any point okay?" He whispered.

She nodded, but then pulled her hair over her shoulder, out of the way of the hidden zipper at the back. Minho hummed. He gently kissed her bare shoulder his hands found the zipper and slowly undid the zipper. Her hands held the dress up now. His eyes went wide when he spid black lace underwear and he realized she wasn't wearing a bra with the dress

His heart speed up even more, he could hardly breath now. He tried to swallow but his mouth and throat were dry.

She turned to face him, her face flamed pink. She looked at the floor, her eyes flicked up to his and then back down to the floor.

"Emily..." He forced his voice to work, "you...you know I love you, and I think your body is beautiful."

She nodded her head. She looked back up at him shyly.

"I've...never done this." Her voice was hardly a whisper.

"Me either. This is new to me, too."

"I love you Baby. Always. If you want to stop-"

Emily let go of the dress and it slid down her perfect body and pooled by her feet on the floor. Minho just about dropped to the floor.

"Wholly shuck." He whispered, his eyes wide. His mouth dropped open slightly. Shameless his eyes trailed over her body. Her eyes flicked from the floor to his face. She shifted slightly, she brought her hands up and twirl a piece of hair, slightly covering her bare chest. Minho stepped closer and pulled her closer, he used a bent finger to lift her chin. He smiled down into her eyes.

"Even more beautiful in person than a picture. Wholly shuck Emily..."

His stomach was twisting, he felt her soft bare skin against his and he could feel his legs going week. He slowly pulled her and backed up towards her bed. He turned them around and slowly and gently lowered them down. She pulled herself higher up into the bed. Minho watched for a moment; he couldn't rip his eyes off her body.  He ran a hand through his hair and then crawled into the bed after her. He crawled overtop of her. Her brown eyes searched his face.

He felt her hands slid up her chest to his neck and then into his hair. She pulled him and he willingly followed, lowering down ontop of her.

Gently caressing her lips with his and then down her jaw line to her neck. Her manicured nails dug into his back. He growled when she grabbed his shoulders when he kissed lower down to her collarbone. Her skin smelt amazing and it was soft under his lips. She moaned when he kissed even lower.

He could feel his heart beating so fast he though he was going to have a heart attack. Her hands burried into his hair with another small moan. It was a soft breath strangled moan, but it was his name and it drove him crazy.

Went back to her lips.

"Emily!" He murmed against her lips.

She kissed him hard, sliding her tongue into his mouth and her bare legs wrapped around his hips.

"Shuck..." He groaned, "Emily...are...are you.." he had to stop and swallow hard she had pulled his belt away. Her hands slid back up to jaw line. She pulled him back to kiss him again. She gently pushed his head away so she could see his eyes. She was panting, her chest was rising and falling.

"Minho... I'll....I'll tell you... promise. But you... You keep asking...are you okay?"

"Yes! Yes, Emmy..."

"Okay...so we both agree to this."

He went to kiss her again, until she pressed a hand onto his chest.

"Minho!" Her eyes wide.

"Ya?"

"Do...do we have umm... something?" Her face was bright pink now. She was nervously biting her lip. His eyes went wide in realization, what she was asking.

He wanted to slap his forehead, he had thought ahead, but then...he never expected this. However he should have been the one to think of this. His physical desires over road his ability to think. He let out a frustrated groan, his head flopped down into her neck.

"No." He slowly rolled onto his side pulling her so they were laying face to face, his hand slowly drawing circles on her back.

"I've never done this or gone this far with anyone so...I wasn't prepared. I'm sorry Em!"

"Don't be sorry." She gave him a small smile. "We...we just won't go that far..." Her voice was still breathy and raspy.

Minho's eyebrows shot up. And he sucked in a sharp breath when her hands travelled lower.