I pushed Jin-Yeok down on the bed, got on top of him, and asserted dominance, huhu. I kissed his lips softly and slowly.
His hand found the back of my neck, sliding down my skin and sending shivers over me as I nibbled on his lower lip.
"Hmm," I shivered.
"Do you like it when I touch you?" He whispered over our lips, his voice adding to the shivers. "Want me to touch you more?"
Yes, yes I would but...
"No need," I said and kissed him even more deeply, trying to take control of the moment but no matter what I did, he got the upper hand and led the kiss, despite being below me.
"You smell nice, Jo-Pil." He said, his voice rasped against my lips. "And you smell like some other men." His tone went dangerously low at that part and my lips curled.
"Can you blame me?" I asked. "I don't belong to one man alone."
