Mirae's body was thrumming, every nerve singing from Joon-ho's endless, teasing hands. Her panties lost somewhere among the sheets, her breasts still tingling from his touch, she could barely breathe for how much she wanted him. She rolled onto her back, hair spilling over the pillow, and spread her legs without shame, eyes dark and hungry as she looked up at him.
Joon-ho knelt between her thighs, just gazing down at her for a moment, letting his eyes roam over every inch of her. He looked at her like a man starved, lips parted, chest rising and falling with barely-restrained need. His cock was hard and flushed, the head glistening, and when Mirae reached up to cup his cheek, her voice was trembling. "Don't tease. I want you—now."
