Chapter 10 Monroe #2
It’s Jin coming to stand behind me, bracing his body around mine as if to keep me in place. A smile returns to my face as it dawns on me he just can’t help himself, and this is absolutely about to become one of those times.
“Jin…” I hum, sounding both amused and wary.
He drops a kiss on the nape of my neck, his lips lingering a second longer than necessary. “Have I told you how good you smell, Tokki-ya?”
I roll my eyes. “Only just about every day when you bury your face in my neck or hair or… other places.”
“Can you blame me? It’s beyond my control. You’re carrying my child, and you’re sexier than ever.”
I squeal and squirm involuntarily as he bows his head and nips at the side of my neck.
“Jin!” I shriek between more laughs. He’s trapped me between himself and the kitchen counter, his mouth dragging down the length of my throat.
He sucks away as he goes, his lips firm and warm and his tongue flicking at exactly the right moment.
My body reacts of its own accord. I buck against him as his hands grip at my hips, and I have no choice but to stay put and endure his torturous kisses.
It’s all mostly innocent so far, yet my skin’s already warming up. My eyes are already snapping shut as I turn on like a light switch.
Jin tends to have that effect on me.
Heat rushes through me. His lips reach the corner of my throat where it meets my shoulder, and his teeth graze the delicate skin as if he really is a ferocious white tiger. I’m his little rabbit about to be devoured.
And the thing is, I want to be.
I’m damn near moaning for it within seconds.
“I’ve been thinking about getting you out of this dress since you put it on,” he confesses. He’s moved his lips up, traveling to my ear where his warm breath immediately makes me shudder. “Now I have you all to myself, and I will take advantage of it.”
I bite down on my bottom lip as he starts tugging at the sweater dress, pulling it up my hips and then belly.
The heat that’s bloomed onto my skin has warmed me up from the inside too—arousal smolders like a tiny flame that quickly grows, liquid fire in my belly and then a throbbing heat between my thighs.
We've been together long enough that his touch shouldn't still do this to me, but pregnancy has had incredible effects on my libido. On a scale of one to ten, it’s cranked it up all the way to twenty.
So if I didn’t stand a chance before pregnancy, I damn sure don’t now.
Yet I whine anyway, chewing on my bottom lip to hold off a moan. “Jin… we just got home. I should put the clothes away and—”
“Shhhh,” he hushes, dropping another kiss to my jaw. His hands are now cradling my ever-growing belly. The stomach that was flat just a couple months ago but has slowly started to protrude. “That can come later, Tokki-ya. Right now I’m hungry, and it’s not for some damn barbecue chicken.”
I laugh before it turns into a sharp gasp at how swiftly he wrenches the sweater dress over my head. He takes a simple step back, and then with a quick, deft flourish of his arm, the dress is yanked the rest of the way off and discarded carelessly on the counter.
I’m still processing the fact that I’m suddenly in nothing but my bra and panties when he spins me around to face him then hoists me up like I weigh nothing.
My hands instinctively fly out to his shoulders as he sets me down on the kitchen counter.
“Careful,” I tease. “Keep lifting me so suddenly like that and you’re going to throw your back out.”
He pulls back enough to cock a brow at me, his dark eyes blazing and intense.
“You think I can't handle you?” His large hands squeeze my thighs, grip strong as he feels the soft flesh, and his gaze drags over my fuller figure with open hunger. “Let’s get one thing straight, Tokki-ya. I welcome every curve on your body. Every. Single. Fucking. One.”
My lips part to answer him, but I’m never actually given the chance. His mouth is on mine in the next second, silencing any possible dissent, and I stop thinking altogether.
The kiss is hot, deep, and demanding from the first second. His tongue slides into my mouth, making it known that we’re only getting started.
I return his fervor with my own eagerness, clutching at his chest then sliding my hand up to grip the hair at the back of his neck. I flick my tongue against his, my head swimming from how quickly things escalate between us.
Jin’s hands explore my body, gliding from my hips and thighs and over the round curve of my belly. He comes up to my bra straps and guides those down my shoulders. Soon my breasts are spilling out as the cups fall along with them.
His hands are waiting to catch the mounds of soft, heavy flesh that have only grown as I’ve entered my second trimester.
He proves he was being honest when he said he loves every curve of mine—he appreciatively squeezes my full breasts. His thumbs pass over my dark brown nipples, earning a moan from deep in my throat. The buds have been extra achy as of late, so Jin’s touch feels instantly amazing.
The pads of his thumbs send a shock of hot electricity shooting straight through me.
His magic, knowing touch that always undoes me.
Within a minute of our heavy, deep kisses, I’m moaning into his mouth. His tongue is lashing against mine and strangling the sound. His hands are kneading my breasts and rubbing my nipples.
“I love when you get so needy,” he taunts, drawing back only slightly.
He grazes his lips on mine, pulling and tugging at my nipples and forcing another petulant moan from me.
Then he kisses me deep and makes me see stars behind my lids again.
“You fall apart so easily, Tokki-ya. If I snatch off those panties, will I find your greedy little pussy already all wet for me?”
Fuck, fuck, fuck—yes!
I’m basically a waterfall right now. From the moment he started kissing my nape, I was doomed.
I produce another whine as he kisses from my mouth to my jaw to my throat, and his hands gravitate to my hips and push my thighs further apart.
Like my dress, he makes quick work of my panties. The pair is slid down ’til it’s nothing more than a scrap of cotton fabric on the floor and I’m completely butt naked on our kitchen counter.
Not exactly the most sanitary thing ever, but we’ll sanitize the kitchen later.
Jin seems to be of the same mindset as his mouth returns to mine and we work on ridding him of his clothes next. I tug at the hem of his black V-neck T-shirt, and he promptly unbuckles his belt.
It’s a matter of seconds after that. Both of us are desperate and impatient, breathing heavier.
I wrap my legs around his waist as he drags me toward him and pushes into me. The tiny nerve endings at my entrance erupt in tingles and then travel elsewhere. The girth of his throbbing dick only adds to the intensity.
I’m suddenly so full, it takes what little breath I have away. I’m so wet I can feel how his dick slicks itself in my juices and comes away gleaming when he draws back.
Then he’s thrusting forward again. My legs tighten around his waist, and I claw at his tattooed skin.
We work each other this way. Jin’s dick sliding deep, and my pussy clamping down around him. Our kisses are hot and passionate and traded between desperate pants for air.
The temperature just keeps rising and rising. My brown skin is so flushed I’m dewy. I’m actually dizzy as Jin works his hips and his dick brushes all the right nerve endings.
It stimulates my sweetest spot, and I clamp my eyes shut again to process the next burst of pleasure.
It comes in waves.
Hot, tingly, and sharp, dragging me closer to the edge.
Jin knows how to torment me like this. But it’s not as if he’s not consumed by what I’m doing to him—my pussy so slick yet tight around him, my pants for air, and the nails I claw down his back.
He grunts as he thrusts away, going harder the more he loses himself. My thighs unlock from his waist and simply fall limp and open as I take him deeper.
His dick reaches the back of my pussy, and I have to bite my lower lip to hold in the cry begging for release.
“Fuck,” he grunts, stroking into me. He slips his arms under my thighs and then hefts me against his chest. “I need more, Tokki-ya. I need more of this greedy little pussy.”
We say goodbye to the kitchen counter as he carries me from one part of our apartment to another. We settle on the living room, where Jin deposits me on the couch and then promptly covers my body with his, sliding right back into me.
“OH YES!” I cry out at how instantly full I am again.
It feels so damn amazing, I tip my head back, mouth agape.
Jin’s resumed his thrusts, his hips slamming at a faster and harsher pace. It’s what we both need as we hover dangerously close to the edge and more tingles ripple through me. The beginnings of my orgasm starting up.
He doesn't ease up. He works me harder, deeper, one of his arms hooking my thigh while his other palms my rounded belly.
The orgasm rushes me in a full-body experience. The intense sensation burns me all over, razing me down with its hot flames.
It’s the tiny shocks that ping through my body and the breathlessness that seizes my lungs. The floaty sensation that takes over and leaves me lightheaded and damn near levitating.
All while Jin thrusts away, stroking into me with no intention of mercy. If anything, he goes harder once he feels my pussy rippling around his dick.
He grits his teeth, and his hips practically become a blur.
Every deep, fast stroke stimulates me anew. As my first tingling orgasm fades, the next one is quickly rising to take its place. It’s how his head brushes the same sweet spot of mine and how incredibly full I feel as I take him.
My nerve endings are so sensitive they fire off yet again.
A second orgasm is burning me down as Jin sinks deep into me, and my whole body arches. He’s coming along with me, both of us letting out raw, hoarse sounds that barely seem human.
His thick grunts and my higher-pitched whimpers.
As he comes, he fills me up in a whole new way—his warm cum flooding me. His hips jerk spasmodically and his muscles protrude from how tense they are, then he’s practically limp.
He pulls back, strands of unruly dark hair in his face, his chest heaving and gleaming with sweat from our impromptu exercise.
I’m so dazed all I can do is lie where he’s left me and lazily smile. My body’s buzzing and my pussy’s throbbing and heavy from my wetness and his. But it all feels so unspeakably good that I’d be happy to never move again.
Jin shoves hair back from his forehead and then moves forward to drop a kiss on my mouth.
“What’s that smile for, Tokki-ya?”
“I came twice in a row. Most women would agree that’s reason enough to smile,” I quip.
“I aim to please,” he replies in his dry sort of humor.
My smile only widens as I look up at him with brows raised. “You mean you aim to impregnate is more like it. You sure you weren’t trying to get me pregnant all over again somehow? I mean, I already am pregnant, but I wouldn’t put it past you to try anyway.”
Humor flashes in his dark gaze as his hand returns to my growing belly. “So you figured out my scheme. You caught me, Tokki-ya.”