Chapter 29 Monroe #3
Our first dance period considering Jin doesn’t dance.
He loosens his tie with a look of mock offense. “That courtyard was uneven. The dirt and grass threw it off.”
“The courtyard was perfectly flat and you know it.” I turn to face him, smirking coyly. “The fearsome Baekho-je, the great Silent Hunter of Busan, humbled by a simple waltz.”
“It wasn’t a waltz. There was no music.”
“There was music on my phone!”
“Your phone was playing a ballad from a drama soundtrack. That doesn’t count as waltz music.
” He tosses his tie onto the armchair and starts working on his shirt buttons, lips twitching with suppressed amusement.
His signature ghost of a grin. “For the record, fighting and dancing require entirely different skill sets.”
I snort, reaching back to find the zipper on my dress. “Sure they do. You move like Bruce Lee in a fight but like a baby giraffe on a dance floor.”
Jin pauses mid-button, one eyebrow cocked. “Bruce Lee? That’s the only martial artist you know?”
“What? He’s famous!”
“He is,” he concedes. “But our fighting styles are nothing alike. Bruce practiced Jeet Kune Do. I trained in Taekkyeon and Tae Kwon Do, among other disciplines.”
I wave my hand dismissively. “Okay, fine. What about... Chuck Norris?” I scrunch my nose. “Is he even a martial artist? Or just a meme at this point?”
His laugh is low and warm, the mere sound of it making my stomach flutter. “He is, actually. Tang Soo Do and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.”
“Okay, okay.” I snap my fingers as another name surfaces in my memory. “Jackie Chan! He does all his own stunts and everything!”
Jin closes the distance between us in two strides, his hands finding my waist as he backs me toward the bed. “You know who you should be naming? Yourself. You’re a pretty skilled fighter in your own right, Mrs. Seo.”
The new name sends a thrill through me, turning my smirk into a full-blown smile. But even still, I refuse to let him see how much it affects me.
“What do you expect? I’m from Philly. We’ve all got hands. Even the sweetest among us.”
“I learned that firsthand,” he murmurs, his thumb tracing circles on my hip. “When you kicked my ass all those months ago after I broke into your apartment.”
“Um, love how you always leave out why! You were trying to kill me!” I exclaim, swatting at his chest. “Did you really think I’d go down without at least one vase to the head and a knee to the groin?”
“The knee to the groin was particularly impressive,” he replies, dark eyes gleaming with amusement and lust. He leans down to brush his lips against mine. “You fight dirty, Tokki-ya.”
“I fight to win,” I correct him.
It’s in the second before his mouth captures mine properly, and our banter is abruptly cut short.
The kiss starts playful but quickly grows steamier.
More urgent and passionate. His tongue brushes against mine as I’m left reeling from how instantly good he makes me feel.
My fingers find the remaining buttons of his shirt and make quick work of them.
He shrugs out of it and then his hands are on my zipper, dragging it down ’til it reaches the bottom, and soon my dress is slipping off me.
It pools at my feet, and I step out of it and my panties, reaching back to unhook my bra.
That falls away too, and Jin’s immediate grunt of approval makes me smile even as heat floods my cheeks.
He pulls away enough to let his gaze roam over my naked body with unabashed appreciation, like he’s seeing me for the first time even though he’s memorized every inch of me by now.
“My sexy wife,” he murmurs, almost to himself.
“My even sexier husband,” I counter, hooking my fingers into the waistband of his pants. “Who is wearing way too many clothes right now.”
He chuckles and remedies that with a quick flick of the button on his pants. He steps out of the pair then does the same with his boxer briefs. As soon as he’s as naked as I am, he scoops me up into his arms and deposits me onto the massive bed.
I giggle as I land on the thick comforter and watch him climb on top of me. We meet for kisses, unable to keep our hands off each other. He palms my breasts and squeezes at my hips and thighs. I reach between us and wrap my fingers around his cock.
He’s so hard he’s like a rigid yet silky pole in my grasp. Throbbing and hot and heavy all at once, it turns me on just to feel him.
Just to imagine him inside me.
My curled hand slides up and down his shaft, stroking him as I lash my tongue to his and tempt him in the worst way.
He groans into my mouth and then kisses me even more aggressively, pushing me down against the bed pillows. I pump him and circle his head with my thumb, spreading some of his precum down his shaft.
His hips jut forward of their own accord. My touch is that intense and his erection so sensitive it’s driven by instinctual habit. He rocks against me as I stroke him and push him to the edge, and he growls my name.
“Tokki-ya,” he rumbles. “I see you’re determined to make me lose my mind.”
I merely hum in answer. A sense of thrill races down my spine as my grip firms up and I stroke him even faster. I drive him as crazy as possible ’til his breath is ragged and his forehead drops to my shoulder, breath hot and ragged against my skin.
His hips jerk in rhythm with my hand. But before I can push him over the edge, his hand snaps shut around my wrist and stills my movement.
“Not yet,” he rasps. “I need to be inside you. I want to feel that tight pussy squeezing me.”
“I can think of one way,” I tease with a small smirk. I kiss him and then push at his shoulders ’til he rolls onto his back.
Swinging my leg over his hip, I mount him, hovering over his huge erect dick. My thighs bracket his as I get myself situated above him, and his hands grip at my hips. I reach down and guide him to my pussy, sinking down at the same time.
We’re both enveloped in instant pleasure, groaning at how amazing we feel to each other.
Jin fills me up, stretching me, and I squeeze at him, so warm and fluttery that his fingers dig into my flesh to hold on.
“Fuck, Tokki-ya,” he husks out in a ragged breath. “You always feel so fucking good.”
“So does your big-ass dick,” I tease, practically breathless myself. I brace my palms on his chest and then rock my hips. They slide in a back-and-forth motion that has us rubbing together and causing instant friction.
He thickens and twitches inside me, so much to take that the nerve endings in my pussy are already tingling.
They’re already so sensitive and pleased, I could easily get myself off this way.
But I know it’s not the perfect motion for Jin—more so just a torturous tease.
So I switch it up, lifting myself up ’til only the tip of him remains, then I’m slamming back down in one smooth stroke.
More tingly sparks shoot off from the inside, caused by how good it feels for his dick to drag against my walls and then fill me up all over again on the downward thrust.
Jin groans his approval, hands groping at my hips and thighs and eventually even my ass.
We quickly descend into chaotic urgency with me bouncing on his cock and him driving himself up into me.
I only ride him harder, my thigh muscles burning from the effort. My breath comes out in short, desperate spurts.
When I close my eyes, it’s like I see the sparks tingling inside me.
The fireworks rising up ’til they’re about to explode.
The pleasure coils tighter in my belly with every stroke, winding up toward release.
I throw my head back and lose myself in the sensation, my hips dipping and rolling and bucking as they meet Jin’s.
“Fuck yourself, Tokki-ya,” he growls. “Show me how you pleasure yourself.”
My fingers creep toward my clit as I rub myself and rock my body on top of his. His grip tightens on my thighs as he takes over control of the gyrations and basically fucks me on his cock, lifting me and wrenching me back down, his lean muscles flexing and bulging.
Then he’s the one switching things up—he rolls us over into a new position as I end up on my side facing him and he slings my thigh over his hip. He re-enters me in a swift, smooth stroke, his dick sliding back inside me.
We’re now on our sides as our bodies rock together, the penetration at a whole new, deeper angle.
I whimper as my pussy ripples and I take every inch of him. He crushes his lips to mine and palms my ass as he fucks me this way.
Bodies slicked together. His dick buried deep. Me barely holding on as more sparks streak through me and my pussy quivers around him.
“That’s right,” he grunts. “Work that tight little pussy, Tokki-ya. Tell me you want my cum filling you up.”
“Please!” I moan, mouth agape as he rocks into me and his dick slides to the back of my pussy. “Fill me with your cum! Every damn drop!”
He chuckles even through his heavy pants and grunts, though it’s short-lived—the pleasure is too intense and we feel too good to each other.
His hips thrust harder and faster as urgency rises and we reach the edge. We return to our kisses, losing ourselves in the seconds before our orgasms wipe us out.
One hand frames my face as we kiss hotly, and his other hand grips my thigh, holding me open as he grinds against me, his pelvis rubbing my clit with every thrust.
He angles himself so that he’s hitting my sweet spot and giving me the final push I need.
The sparks fire off at the same time, my orgasm exploding as I cry out. Tingly waves of pleasure envelop me as I convulse, and my walls clamp down on him.
It only spurs him on, his rhythm growing more erratic. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight—"
His hips stutter, and then he’s following me over, burying himself to the hilt as he spills inside me with a guttural moan. I feel him pulsing, throbbing, filling me with his delicious warm seed.
We stay tangled together for moments to come, both of us fighting to catch our breath and cool down. His hand strokes lazily up and down my spine, and I press soft kisses to his shoulder and his neck and even the corner of his jaw.
“So,” I murmur eventually, voice hoarse from my cries, “is this what I have to look forward to as Mrs. Seo?”
His chest rumbles against me with a laugh. “Every night, if you’ll let me.”
“Hmm.” I pretend to consider it, pausing for a second. “I suppose I can suffer through.”
He bites my shoulder in retaliation, and I yelp then dissolve into more giggles as he rolls me onto my back and pins me under him, his dark almond-shaped eyes bright with love and mischief.
“Suffer through?” he repeats, mock-offended. “I’ll show you suffer through.”
Then his mouth is on mine again, our next round starting up that easily.
But honestly? I can’t think of a better way to spend my wedding night.