unrivaled

Fighting for a bit of control, Dae ran her hands up his chest, pausing at the ripple of muscles under his shirt, feeling the ridge of his abs, the hardness of his chest, the pebbles of his hardened nipples. She moaned and kissed him as she pushed his coat off his shoulders.

Smiling, he reached for her and wrapped his hands in the lapels of her jacket.

“I have to admit, I never saw why you said my suits were sexy “ he paused to kiss her, his hand running up and down the underside of the lapels, his knuckles roughly brushing her breasts as he did so.

“But, I am starting to see the appeal.” He said, his hands falling to the single button at her waist.  He deftly undid it, and without  giving her a chance to anticipate or prepare, he repeated the action she had just done to him. 

Both hands gripped her waist, then moved to brush against the soft swell of her belly, then both roaming to grasp her breasts, feeling and squeezing as she had done his pectorals.  He smiled a wicked smile as he found her nipples hard and straining.

She gasped at the feel of his hands, wanting them to slow down, but they were steady in their path. 

She moaned again as his warm fingers skimmed her collarbones and grasped her shoulders before pushing the long jacket off her shoulders to join his in the floor.

His eyes glittered as he stood there looking at her struggling to control her breath, eyes blown with arousal, breasts spilling from the top of that damn complicated top.

He growled and picked her up and carried her into the bed room.

As Dae felt Jin lift her, she buried her face in his neck and kissed her way down the column of his throat. 

She noticed as soon as she saw him tonight that he had not bothered with a tie.  All night she had caught glimpses of his throat and chest as he moved.

Had he done it on purpose? She did not know nor did she care.  She was going to take full advantage.

She loved the way he tasted, knew the exact spot that would make him curse.

She smiled against his neck as she nipped and he hissed “fuck".  She loved how his body responded to her.

Jin stopped at the edge of Dae’s bed and carefully put her down.  With one tug he turned the covers back on the bed, already imagining her sprawled there in the snow white sheets.

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her between his legs.

He drew her against him, but this time he kissed her neck.  She was not the only one who knew where the sweet spots were.

He kissed his way down into her cleavage, nipping and sucking on the plump swell of her breasts.  She cried and held his head to her, begging him to taste her.  He had every intention of granting her every wish tonight, all in his time.

He kissed his way back up to her throat, pausing right at her shoulder.

“Do you still have the green turtleneck I gave you for your birthday?” He asked, his voice muffled.

She only nodded, unable to speak as his mouth moved across her in ways that flooded her whole body.

“Good,” he murmured, “you will need it tomorrow,” and he sucked the tender skin on the side of her throat, pain mixing with pleasure, his tongue reminding her of his intimate knowledge of her body. Her body gave in to small shudders and he groaned against her skin.

He tightened his grip on her and held her through the ripples of pleasure.

Kissing her again he said, “you will wear that sweater tomorrow and we will both know it is because you bear my mark.”

Jin felt a surge of possessiveness like he had never felt. 

He kissed her again and reached his hands to roam her waist to find how the pants unfastened. He laughed in triumph as his hands found the zipper in the back.

He quickly pulled the zipper down and roughly pushed the pants down her hips.

It was his turn to slip out of control as her silk pants fell to her ankles and Jin's hands brushed her bare ass.

He grasped her hard with his hands and pulled her against his erection as it twitched in response. 

He cursed as he felt her bare in his hands and looked to see the flesh colored thong that barely covered her.

“What the fu….” He stuttered as Dae squirmed in his hands.

“ No lines,” she breathed as she pulled his shirt tails loose.  Jin moved to pull the shirt over his head, but she stilled his hands.

“I want to do it,” she whispered. 

Jin nodded and let her take the lead.
He was soon frowning as she moved away, but groaned in surprise as Dae turned her back to him.  He could see slight imprints on her ass where he had squeezed her.  He loved the feel of her in his hands.

She practically sat in his lap, pushing into him as she said, “please help me.”
He had thrust up into her several times before he realized she needed help of a different sort.

The jeweled top she was wearing was laced up the back with a wide satin ribbon.

“Please unlace me,” she breathed, beginning to move restlessly against him.

Jin began to unlace her, becoming harder than he thought possible with her rubbing against him and her little sighs and cries.

Suddenly his hands stilled as he had a thought. 

One large hand took Dae's shoulder and pulled until she was flush against his chest.  The other arm wrapped around her waist holding her tight against him, his aching cock pressed into the cleft of her ass. 

He slowly enclosed her throat with his large hand and held her tightly.  Dae again felt the shudders build as she was pressed against him.

His voice was a dark whisper in her ear.

“SongDae, how did you get dressed tonight? Who else has seen you like this?” he asked.

Dae could not move, his dark tone and hard grip sent ripples of pleasure through her. She moaned his name and turned to him for a kiss.  He kissed her, his mouth hard against hers until she stilled.

“No one Jin.  The housekeeper laced me before she left.  It's you…. only you,” She whispered, feeling Jin relax his grip, his kiss softening.

His hands went go work and quickly removed the laces, letting the top fall.

He watched as Dae turned and stepped out of the top and pulled down the thong along with it.  Jin was ashamed a bit of his reaction. 

It was crazy how jealous she made him.  His worse fear was that she offered to Jimin what he so desperately wanted. 

It was not just her body.  He wanted to be the only one sending her flowers, the only one to dance with her till her feet were tired and then carry her to bed.  He wanted to be the only one learning how to unlace that damn top.

“I am sorry baby. I just get so jealous. I…..” Jin stopped himself. 

This was not the night.  He had to remember his bargain and to focus just on tonight.

Dae stood in front of Jin naked, tears springing to her eyes to note that Jin sat there on her bed and he was looking at her face, only her face.

She had felt Jin's fierce desire, she had seen him struggling with holding back tonight. 

But now that she stood there, stripped bare before him he was only searching her face, worried about her, apologizing for his feelings. 

What a beautiful gift she had in this man and what a fool she would be to lose him.

“Jin,” she wanted him to know just that, “how lucky I am to have you.  How lucky am I that a man like you is jealous for me.”