Touch Therapy: Where Hands Go, Bodies Beg-Chapter 287 - 288: I Love How You Taste

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."

He leaned down, pressing his lips to hers in a kiss that started soft, almost chaste, but deepened with every breath. Mirae moaned against his mouth, hands clutching at his back, pulling him closer, trying to fuse their bodies together. Joon-ho took his time, tracing her jaw with his mouth, planting kisses along her throat, down to her collarbone. His hands followed, cupping her breasts, squeezing, thumbs rolling over her already-hard nipples until Mirae arched up, chasing more friction, more heat.

He drew one nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp. She fisted her hands in his hair, holding him to her chest, writhing beneath the slow, deliberate worship. His other hand slid down her belly, fingers splayed, thumb stroking the sensitive skin just above her mound.

"You're so beautiful like this," he murmured, lifting his head, breath warm over her wet skin. "Every time I touch you, you melt for me."

She could only whimper in answer, too overwhelmed to form words. He pressed kisses lower, down the gentle slope of her stomach, then back up, nuzzling the underside of her breast, until she was squirming, breathless, her thighs falling wider apart in helpless invitation.

He moved back up, meeting her gaze, eyes searching hers. "Are you ready?" he asked softly.

Mirae didn't hesitate, hooking her legs around his waist, hips tilting up. "Joon-ho, please. I need you inside me—now."

He smiled, then shifted forward, guiding his cock to her entrance. He took his time, running the head along her slit, spreading her slick, teasing her clit with the swollen tip until she was panting, biting her lip to keep from begging louder. Then, at last, he pushed in—slowly, so agonizingly slow that Mirae thought she might cry with relief and need.

The thick head breached her, stretching her open, the sensation equal parts burn and bliss. She moaned, back arching, as inch by inch he filled her, her pussy fluttering around him, gripping tight, sucking him deeper with every breath. When he bottomed out, hips flush to hers, Mirae let out a broken, needy cry, her whole body trembling from the stretch and fullness.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Joon-ho groaned, voice ragged. He braced himself above her, arms on either side of her shoulders, holding still to let her adjust.

Mirae ran her hands down his back, nails dragging lightly, hips rolling in greedy little circles. "I missed this—I missed you—God, don't stop—"

He kissed her again, swallowing her moans, and then began to move. The first thrust was slow, deep, his cock dragging along her slick walls, every ridge and vein stroking her inside. Mirae clung to him, legs locking tight around his waist, heels pressing into his ass to pull him closer, deeper.

Joon-ho set a slow, steady rhythm, every movement measured, each thrust hitting deep. He kept his eyes locked on hers, sweat beading on his brow, his whole focus narrowed down to the space between their bodies. Mirae's moans rose in pitch, her hands clutching his shoulders, her body rocking up to meet every downward stroke.

She felt worshipped—desired, adored, every part of her seen and touched and wanted. His mouth found hers over and over, kisses that grew sloppier, hungrier as their bodies tangled and heat built between them.

"You feel so good," he breathed against her lips, voice wrecked. "So wet, so perfect for me."

She whimpered, loving the weight of him above her, the way his chest pressed to her breasts with every thrust, the way his cock filled her completely, stretching her until she couldn't think. Every drag of his shaft against her sensitive walls made her see stars, her whole body shivering from the delicious friction.

He slowed, grinding his pelvis against her clit, making her gasp and squirm, then thrust in deep and slow again, keeping her on the edge, building her higher and higher. Mirae's thighs trembled, her pussy squeezing him with every spasm of pleasure. The world faded to the sound of their breathing, the slap of skin, the desperate, shameless moans that spilled from her lips every time he bottomed out inside her.

"Harder," she finally begged, voice hoarse, "Please, fuck me harder—don't hold back."

Joon-ho obliged, his thrusts growing rougher, deeper, his hips snapping into hers with force that made the headboard tap the wall. Mirae's breath broke, her voice rising to cries, nails scoring his back as she chased the orgasm building inside her.

Her legs tightened, her whole body tensing as his cock hammered into the perfect spot, the thick base grinding her clit with every stroke. She was babbling now, every word raw and desperate. "Yes, yes—don't stop, just like that, fuck—Joon-ho, I'm—!"

He kissed her hard, swallowing her cries as her climax crashed over her, white-hot pleasure radiating out from her core, her pussy spasming around his cock, milking him. She shook beneath him, sobbing his name, every muscle locked tight.

The feeling of her coming undone dragged Joon-ho over the edge. He drove deep, burying himself as far as he could go, and came with a groan that vibrated through her whole body. She felt him pulsing inside, thick jets of cum spilling into her, filling her until she overflowed, warmth flooding her core.

They clung together, both trembling, bodies slick with sweat and breathless, hearts hammering in their chests. Joon-ho collapsed to the side, keeping his arms around her, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her lips—soft, reverent, loving.

Mirae's head spun, body still thrumming from aftershocks, slick and sore and perfectly, deliciously full. She stretched, purring, still wrapped around him, unwilling to let the moment fade.

But even as their breathing slowed, Mirae was still restless, her body flushed and greedy, heat coiling low in her belly once more. She nuzzled into his neck, lips brushing his ear.

"Don't stop," she whispered, voice a trembling plea. "I need more. I want all of you, Joon-ho. Don't hold back."

And as his hands roamed over her hips, the promise of more burned between them, the night far from over.

Mirae didn't let the quiet settle.

Even as their breathing slowed, even as Joon-ho's body relaxed against hers, she was already moving again—restless, needy, still burning from the inside out. She shifted beneath him, rolling her hips in a slow, shameless grind, feeling the lingering heat between her thighs, the slickness that hadn't gone away.

"Joon-ho…" Her voice was low, rough, not at all satisfied. She slid her hands down his back, nails tracing lines that made him suck in a breath. "I'm not done."

He lifted his head, eyes darkening as he looked down at her flushed face, at the way her lips were swollen and parted, at the hunger still blazing in her eyes. "You're already asking for more?" he murmured, half-amused, half-undone.

Mirae smiled, lazy and sinful. She pushed at his chest until he rolled onto his side, then climbed out from under him, turning away deliberately. She moved onto her hands and knees at the edge of the bed, arching her back, presenting herself without hesitation. Her hair spilled down her back, her ass lifted, her body open and inviting in a way that made his pulse jump.

She looked over her shoulder at him, eyes glittering. "I need it harder," she said plainly. "I want you to fuck me like you mean it."

The air shifted.

Joon-ho rose onto his knees behind her, hands landing on her hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as if to anchor himself. The sight alone was almost too much—her slick folds glistening, her body still trembling faintly from the earlier orgasm, her ass pushing back into his grip like she couldn't wait another second.

"God," he muttered, dragging his hands over her, squeezing, spreading her cheeks, making her moan. "You really are insatiable."

She laughed breathlessly. "You did this to me."

He lined himself up behind her, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. He didn't tease this time. He thrust in hard, burying himself in one sharp motion that tore a loud cry from her throat.

"Ah—fuck!" Mirae gasped, fingers curling into the sheets as the stretch hit her all at once.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her back against him, setting a fast, punishing rhythm almost immediately. His thrusts were deep and relentless, the slap of skin on skin loud in the quiet room. Mirae's breasts swung beneath her, her body rocking forward with every powerful stroke.

Her moans turned raw, broken, spilling freely as he fucked her from behind. "Yes—yes—like that—don't stop—"

Joon-ho leaned over her back, one hand sliding up to fist in her hair, pulling her head back just enough to make her arch harder. "You like being taken like this?" he growled near her ear. "Like a needy little slut who can't get enough?"

Mirae shuddered, the word hitting her like a spark. "Yes," she gasped without hesitation. "I love it—fuck—use me—"

The admission made him snap. He fucked her harder, faster, each thrust driving the air from her lungs. Her pussy clenched around him, slick and greedy, soaking his cock, the obscene sounds of it filling the room.

She rocked back against him, meeting every thrust, desperate to feel him deeper. "Harder—please—don't be gentle—"

He slapped her ass, the sharp sting making her cry out, pleasure spiking hot and bright through her body. "You can take it," he said, voice rough. "I know you can."

Her moans were loud now, unfiltered, her body shaking as he drove into her again and again. One hand left her hair to reach between her thighs, fingers rubbing her clit hard, mercilessly.

Mirae broke.

Her orgasm tore through her, sudden and violent, her whole body locking up as she screamed, thighs trembling, pussy spasming around his cock. She collapsed forward, barely holding herself up, her cries muffled by the sheets.

Joon-ho fucked her through it, not slowing, chasing his own release as her body clenched and milked him. When he felt himself cresting, he pulled out abruptly, leaving her gasping and empty.

"Turn around," he ordered, voice thick.

She obeyed immediately, collapsing onto her back, chest heaving, eyes glassy and unfocused. He knelt over her, stroking himself, watching her with open hunger as he came closer.

Mirae lifted her head, lips parting instinctively. "Give it to me," she whispered, tongue peeking out. "I want it—please—"

That was all it took.

He came with a low groan, thick spurts spilling across her face, her lips, her chin. She moaned softly as it landed, eyes fluttering shut for a moment before she opened them again, licking her lips eagerly.

Without hesitation, she dragged her tongue along her lips and cheeks, collecting everything, swallowing with a satisfied hum. She reached up, stroking him gently as she cleaned him, her eyes never leaving his.

"So good," she murmured, voice lazy and content. "I love how you taste."

Joon-ho exhaled shakily, the tension finally draining from his body as he collapsed beside her. He pulled her into his arms, kissing her forehead, then her mouth—slow and deep, tasting himself on her lips.

Mirae curled against him, flushed and spent, a satisfied smile on her face. Her body still hummed faintly, but the hunger had eased into something warm and heavy. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

She traced idle patterns on his chest, already drifting. "You better not think you're getting out of massages tomorrow," she mumbled.

He laughed softly, pressing a kiss to her hair. "After tonight? I'd do anything you ask."

She smiled, eyes closing, completely sated, wrapped in his warmth as sleep finally claimed her.