She pressed her lips to the corner of his jaw. Light. Just a second.
"Hh..." He turned his whole head toward her mouth immediately.
She pulled back before he found it.
"Soorin. Come on." Low and completely undone. "That's not fair."
She ground down on him again.
Wet and slow.
"Ah. Mm." He bit his lower lip hard enough that she saw it. "You're killing me. You know that? You're actually killing me right now."
"You'll survive," she said again.
"Stop saying that."
She rolled her hips forward.
"Hah."
Then back.
"Mm."
Then forward again, slow, feeling him right there beneath her, slick and insistent, keeping just off the angle deliberately because she was in control of herself and this situation and this entire room.
She rolled forward once more.
The angle shifted just slightly more than she meant it to.
Her hips dropped a fraction she hadn't planned.
The tip of him caught her entrance.
