Jinwoo and Jinah sat down to enjoy the meal she had prepared, the aroma of the dishes filling the small apartment with a comforting warmth. Jinwoo took a bite, his eyes widening with surprise and delight. "Jinah, this is incredible," he said, his voice filled with genuine praise. "You've outdone yourself. The flavors are perfect."
Jinah blushed slightly, a small smile playing on her lips. "I'm glad you like it, Oppa. I wanted to make something special for you."
After they finished eating, Jinwoo insisted on helping her clean up. Together, they worked side by side, the simple act of washing dishes and putting away leftovers feeling like a dance, a quiet, intimate moment between them. As they finished, Jinwoo turned to her, his eyes soft with affection. "You did all the cooking. Let me handle the cleanup," he said gently, taking the last of the dishes from her hands.
With everything tidied away, Jinwoo swept Jinah up into a princess carry, her body light and warm against his. He carried her to the bedroom, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and love. As he laid her down on the bed, his gaze fell on her school uniform, and he felt a surge of desire. There was something about seeing her in that uniform, a mix of innocence and allure that made his pulse race.
Jinah, noticing his intense stare, felt a blush creep up her cheeks. She was acutely aware of his muscular frame, the defined lines of his body, and the prominent bulge in his pants. Her heart raced with a mix of nervousness and excitement, her breath catching in her throat as she met his passionate gaze.
Jinwoo began to undress, his movements slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers. He shed his shirt first, revealing a chiseled torso with a six-pack that rippled with every movement. Jinah's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink as she took in the sight of him. He kicked off his pants, leaving him in only his underwear, the fabric doing little to hide his arousal.
He moved towards her, his steps predatory and sure. Jinah's breath hitched as he reached for her, his hands gentle yet firm as he began to undress her. He started with her blouse, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons, revealing the soft, smooth skin beneath. He pushed the fabric aside, his gaze lingering on the lace of her bra, the swell of her breasts, before moving lower.
His hands trailed down her sides, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her skirt, slowly pulling it down, his eyes never leaving hers. Jinah shivered, her body responding to his touch, her nerves alight with anticipation and desire.
As the skirt fell to the floor, Jinwoo's gaze roamed over her body, taking in every curve, every line, committing her to memory. He reached behind her, his fingers finding the clasp of her bra, and with a single, fluid motion, he undid it, letting the fabric fall away. Jinah's breasts spilled free, her nipples hardening into tight peaks under his intense stare.
Jinwoo leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced, tasting, exploring, a silent promise of more to come. Jinah's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, her body arching against his, seeking more of his touch, more of his heat.
He trailed kisses down her neck, his teeth nipping at her sensitive skin, leaving marks that would serve as a reminder of his possession. His hands roamed her body, touching, teasing, memorizing. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples, drawing gasps and whimpers from her throat.
Jinwoo moved lower, his lips and tongue leaving a wet, heated path down her stomach. He could smell her arousal, could see the glistening evidence of her desire. He settled between her thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them wide. With a single, long lick, he tasted her, his tongue delving into her slick folds, drawing out a cry of pleasure from deep within her.
Jinah's hips bucked against his face, her body writhing as he feasted on her, his fingers joining his tongue, stretching, teasing, preparing her for what was to come. He could feel her tightening around him, her inner muscles clenching with each stroke, each suck, each nip. She was close, so close, and he wanted to send her over the edge.
Soon she cum.
Seeing this Jinwoo went to main course as his hands trembled slightly as he positioned himself between Jinah's thighs, the head of his cock pressing against the entrance of her wet, waiting pussy. He could feel the heat of her, the slick, inviting wetness that beckoned him closer. He rubbed the length of his shaft against her, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through both of them, drawing a soft moan from Jinah's lips.
He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss as he slowly began to push into her. Jinah's breath hitched, her body tensing slightly as he entered her, inch by inch, stretching her, filling her completely. He could feel her inner walls clenching around him, a tight, velvety grip that made his eyes roll back in ecstasy.
As he bottomed out, fully sheathed inside her, Jinwoo began to move, his hips setting a slow, deliberate rhythm. He kissed her with the same intensity, their tongues dancing, their breaths mingling, their hearts beating as one. Each thrust was a declaration, a branding, a promise of more to come.
But soon, the slow, gentle rhythm was not enough. Jinwoo's body took over, his primal instincts kicking in as he began to fuck her with a wild, abandoning fervor. His hips moved faster, harder, deeper, each thrust driving him further into her, each withdrawal leaving him aching to return.
Jinah met his every move, her hips rising to meet his, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on. The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the wet slap of flesh on flesh, the harsh, ragged breaths, the soft, desperate moans. Jinwoo could feel the coil of tension in his belly tightening, his balls drawing up, ready to release. But he held back, determined to send her over the edge again, to feel her come undone around him.
He reached between them, his thumb finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles. Jinah's body responded instantly, her inner walls clamping down on his cock, her hips meeting his thrusts with a wild, abandoned fervor. He could feel her tightening, could feel her racing towards the edge.
"Come for me, Jinah," he growled, his voice a low, guttural command. "Let me feel you come all over my cock."
And she did. With a final, desperate cry, she shattered, her body convulsing, her inner walls rippling and milking his cock, drawing out his own release. Jinwoo thrust deep, once, twice, three times, before stilling, his cock pulsing as he pumped his hot seed deep into her womb, marking her from the inside out.
They lay there for a long while, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Jinwoo rolled to the side, pulling Jinah with him, her back to his front, his arm wrapped possessively around her waist. He could feel her heart beating, could hear her soft, contented sighs, and he knew that in this moment, he was the luckiest man in the world.