Chapter 37 #2
“Honeybee, I don’t want you to push me in the corner when times get rough. I don’t want you to go radio silent for weeks on end when you are feeling hurt, sad, mad, or angry. I want to be by your side more when you are going through those emotions than when you’re happy.”
I watch as her face crumples, her composure shattering completely. The tears come harder now. I just opened the floodgates.
“I-I don’t know how to let someone see me like this,” she chokes out, her whole body trembling against mine. “I’ve never—no one has ever—”
“I know,” I whisper, pulling her closer. “I know, Honeybee.”
She presses her face into my chest, her fingers digging into my shoulders like she’s afraid she’ll drown if she lets go.
I hold her tighter. “I’m scared,” she confesses, her voice muffled against my shirt.
“I’m so fucking scared, Aaron.” She pulls back suddenly, her swollen eyes meeting mine.
“What if I let myself love you and it falls apart like everything else?”
My heart nearly stops at her words. It’s not quite a declaration, but it’s the closest she’s come.
“I’ll never let that happen, but if it does, then we’ll figure it out,” I say, brushing her hair from her tear-stained face. “That’s what people do when they love each other. They figure it out together.”
“How can you be so sure?” her voice breaking. “How can you have this much faith when the world gives you every reason not to?”
I take her hand and place it over my rapidly beating heart. “Because some things you just know. Like how I know right now that whatever you decide about your job, I want to be standing beside you.”
She looks down at her hand on my chest, then back up at me. “I’m terrified of needing someone,” she whispers. “Of letting myself depend on anyone. My whole life, I’ve been the strong one, the one who handles everything, who never breaks. And now I’m falling apart and you’re… you’re still here.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I promise. “Not unless you tell me to, and even then, I don’t think I’m going anymore.”
She takes a shuddering breath. “I think,” she says slowly, her voice steadying, “I think I might be falling for you too.”
I’m afraid to move, to breathe too deeply and shatter this revelation. It feels like my heart might burst out of my chest. The words hang between us, delicate and new.
“You think?” I whisper, trying not to sound too eager, too desperate. But fuck me, I am.
She nods—a small, vulnerable movement. “I’m not good at this part,” she admits. “The part where I say what I’m feeling instead of analyzing it to death first.”
I brush my thumb across her cheek, wiping away the last of her tears. “Take your time. We have plenty of it.”
Minji takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. When she opens them again, there’s a clarity there that takes my breath away.
The words come out of her like a confession. “I know I’m falling for you.” Her voice steadies with each syllable. “I’ve been running because it scares me to death. Loving you means letting go of the reins. It means risking everything.”
“Or gaining everything,” I counter gently.
Her lips curve upward, just barely. “There you go again, seeing rainbows where I see storm clouds.”
“Someone has to look up.” I guide her onto my lap, her knees sliding to either side of me.
“Now about that third option…” Rising to my feet with her wrapped around me, I stumble when her ankles lock behind my back.
My shoulder clips the hallway wall as she claims my mouth with hers.
We barely make it to her bedroom before she pulls off her own shirt as if it burned her.
And fuck me, she’s not wearing a bra—yet again.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I hold her hips firmly. “I’ve never seen you this…”
“Hungry? Desperate? Horny?” She bites down gently on my neck. I shiver, grabbing her hips.
I lose my shirt to her highly aggressive undressing. I try to help, but she slaps my hands away, like she’s been waiting her entire adult life for the chance to take the lead and isn’t about to accept help now.
She licks a line up my throat, then bites my earlobe just hard enough to punctuate the word. “Stay.” She moves down my body and hooks her fingers into my waistband. “Wait, can you lift up?”
“I thought you wanted me to—”
“? ? ?? ?? (I want you real bad), so just help me please.”
“I need to start learning Korean; whatever you just said sounds sexy as fuck.” I lift my hips, and she peels down my pants and boxers with a single motion. I realize the most dangerous part of letting her in is that she makes me want to give up control.
“I said I want you real bad.” Then she repeats it in Korean.
Before I even have time to process, she has me completely out. She holds me, studying my dick with a greedy satisfaction. She licks her palm—an absolutely primal gesture—and strokes me slowly, never taking her eyes off mine.
“Fuck, Honeybee,” I manage.
“?? ? ???? (You’re so fucking handsome),” she says, just before she dips her head and takes me into her mouth. Damn, I really need to learn Korean as soon as possible.
I’d like to say I last longer than a minute before coming, but Minji seems like she is on a mission to have me come undone in record time.
Her tongue flicks at my tip, lips tight as a clamp.
She moans, and the vibrations nearly knock me out.
When I slip my hand into her hair, she lets me guide her, but never loses her authority, never making me feel like I have even a hint more power than she allows.
She pulls away just long enough to flick her tongue around the head, then pulls me back in again, her mouth so perfect that I almost—damn. I release into her mouth, which leaves me gasping, and she doesn’t pull away, just swallows, lips wet and eyes locked onto mine.
I’m trembling, actually feeling a physical shake.
She sits upright, quickly wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb, then immediately resumes unbuttoning her jeans.
She doesn’t pause for my recovery; she wants everything immediately.
Moving over me, she positions herself so her breasts are just inches from my face, and her gaze combines frustration and permission.
I finally respond, cupping her breasts with eager hands and a hungrier mouth, lifting my head to catch her nipple with my teeth.
She hisses, feeling hot all over, her skin nearly burning beneath my palms. Minji’s hands rest on either side of my head, securing me in the best way.
The taste of her sweat on her skin, the way her back arches when I swirl my tongue, each detail is etched into my memory.
She pulls away from my mouth, and her lips drag along my shoulder, finding that spot right by the bone where she can bite and leave evidence. The teeth hit first, then her tongue, then the flush of heat as she sucks a mark onto my skin.
Minji studies me from above, nibbling at her bottom lip, eyes gone volcanic. “You want to fuck me, or do you want me to fuck you?”
“You want to fuck me, or do you want me to fuck you into this mattress?” I want to congratulate her on how much she’s improved in dirty talking, but she’s literally quoting the filthy lines from my own novel. An A for effort. “Dealer’s choice.”
She grins, half-wicked, bracing her hands on my chest as she sinks her hips lower.
She watches me, eyes narrow as she lines up, teasing me, not letting me in, just wetting the tip.
I can feel her heat, the way she’s already soaked for this, for me, and I choke out a curse.
She presses down, just enough for me to breach her, then stops. “Beg for it, Aaron.”
“Please, put a condom on first.”
Her eyes widen. “Shit. You’re right. Fuck.”
“It’s okay, Honeybee. Grab one out of my wallet.
It’s in my pants pocket.” Minji scrambles off me, searching through my discarded pants.
I watch her naked form, bent over the edge of the bed, her hair falling in waves across her shoulders, and my dick twitches at the sight. Fuck I need to be inside her now.
She finds my wallet and returns triumphant, a condom between her fingers. “Got it.”
“Come here.” I pull her back to me.
She tears the packet open, her hands are steady as she rolls the condom down my erection. I feel like my dick is getting harder just watching her.
“Now.” She straddles me once more. “Where were we?”
I grip her hips as she positions herself above me. “I think you were about to—”
She sinks down onto me, cutting off my words with a gasp of her own. My head falls back against the pillows as she takes me completely, her body tight and perfect around mine.
“God,” I breathe, looking up at her. Her eyes are closed, head tilted back slightly, lips parted.
I've never seen anything more beautiful.
She needs this. She needs to feel in control, and I will give it to her.
With everything going wrong with her career, I love that I can be the only thing right. “I need you, Minji.”
She rides me slowly at first, savoring it, head tossed back, using the grip on my shoulders for leverage. I reach up, threading my hands in her hair, and pull her in for a kiss.
“Keep going,” I hear myself say, but she never stops.
She speeds up, grinding me deeper, chasing her own high and dragging me with.
I feel her go rigid, pussy spasming, her face breaking into wild, unfiltered pleasure.
She rides it out without apology, and I’m helpless under her, held captive until she’s done.
Only then does she slow, composing herself, before starting again.
The second time around is just as ferocious as the first.
Minji clamps down and grinds, and it takes every bit of self-control not to cum. I want to give her at least one more orgasm before I release.
“Aaron,” she moans, her voice breaking around my name. “I need you to—” She doesn’t finish the sentence, just grabs my hands and places them firmly on her hips, urging me to take control.
I flip us over, pinning her beneath me without breaking our connection. Her eyes widen with surprise and something darker, hungrier. I thrust into her hard, watching her face contort with pleasure.
“Is this what you need?” I ask, my voice rough as I drive deeper. “Me fucking you into oblivion?”
I hook her leg over my shoulder, changing the angle, and she cries out. Her fingers dig into my back, leaving marks I'll wear proudly tomorrow. I'm consumed by her, the scent of her skin, her pussy tightening around me, the way she says my name like it's being torn from her throat.
She rises to meet my mouth, our kiss metallic and primal.
I taste blood this time; maybe she bit me, perhaps she bit herself.
Both seem equally likely. I fuck her with slow thrusts—all the way in, all the way out, like I want it to hurt.
She meets me thrust for thrust and refuses to look away.
My hand traces a path across her stomach, feeling goosebumps rise in its wake.
When my palm covers her breast and my teeth graze that sensitive spot beneath her ear, her body tightens around me like a vise.
“More, please,” she hisses, “or I swear to God—”
I drive into her harder, pressing her into the mattress so she can’t finish her threat, and she gasps, all reason wiped out by the intensity of our bodies against each other.
She tips over the edge again, silent this time, eyes squeezed shut so tightly she’s probably seeing stars.
The way she clings to me—fuck, it’s like she wants to crawl inside my skin.
I release her wrists to cradle the back of her head as I thrust one final time, the pleasure of my release so intense it feels like pain, causing me to nearly black out. Once the storm subsides, only aftershocks remain, both of us breathing heavily as if we just climbed a hundred flights of stairs.
I take care of the condom, knotting it and dropping it into her bedside trash can.
When I turn back, Minji’s watching me through heavy eyelids, her breathing still uneven.
I sink onto the mattress beside her and gather her against me, her spine curving perfectly into my chest, my arm finding its place across the dip of her waist.
“Stay,” she mumbles against my bicep, her voice thick with approaching sleep. The word holds me there as effectively as chains would. I press my lips to her hair and let her steady breathing pull me under.