Glow

😳...And Then Some

He glows. Whether his eyes are closed in focus or staring deeply at me from just above the top of my mons pubis his glow both brightens and deepens, the pulse of it almost audible in its intensity. The room is lit up by it.

It is almost impossible to focus away from him though. The intensity of his attack on my center wasn't so much aggressive as inexorable, intense. From his first deep breath in between my lips to his use of his whole face to make the pleasure ratchet up I was squirming with ice and fire building in my veins.

He wasn't afraid to start with nudging me with his nose, getting his face wet with my need. Even now, with his jaw flexing as his tongue and lips in play, his hooded gaze holding mine with the heat of his need reflecting in it, I am barely holding on to my sanity. The pooling need like melted sugar is filling me up, making me liquid. 

When he uses his fingers in addition, bringing them into me as he continues his attention on my clitoris my back arches and I close my eyes, losing myself to the sensations. Higher and higher the need and fire build. I try to hold on I do, but then his voice rumbles.

'Cum.' I lose it. All of me falls to liquid, my senses going to white. I arch, the pleasure that has been building now breaking and bursting free, my breath caught in my throat as I fall to melt with the pleasure of his fingers and lips and tongue.

As I slowly come back together I realize his hand hasn't stopped stroking me inside, but now I am looking directly into his eyes as he hovers over me. His attentive gaze realizes I am back and he grins wickedly. 'I succeeded. Now it's not just Jimin's voice that has made you squirt.' He murmurs. 'Now let's see if I can do it again.'

It seems his control over the situation, over me, is complete. I gasp and nod as the desire builds again, his hand never stopping. Looking down I can see he's already removed the rest of his clothes, and while he is holding himself separate from me, above me, his hips rut in the air gently, hinting at his need. His length, his cock, almost dangles... but his desire has made him too stiff for that much flexing capability. Instead it bobs somewhere between his belly and my hips, as if looking for its place to be.

I reach up to bury my hands in his hair, to pull him to me. As we kiss his body finally lowers, his warmth and weight covering me. The kiss deepens and his need to rut increases, the hand that was stroking my walls reaches down to pull my knee up above his hips, giving him space to nestle in between my legs. Now, as he ruts his tip nudges my lips, then my clitoris. Removing his lips from mine he takes a deep breath, and his rut changes to longer strokes, his cock more intentionally sliding between my lips, soaking him in my cum from earlier. And oooh does it feel good, him gliding against my clit, my core clenching with need each time he glides by. 

As I start whimpering he becomes vocal. Whispering, growling, whatever he's saying in Korean it's gotta be dirty, filthy, and it turns me on so fucking much. Finally I get impatient and wrap both legs around him, bringing my hands to the back of his hips, guiding him into me.

With a groan he stops entirely. Panting, holding himself stock still.

Without a warning I am suddenly turned over. My face presses into the bed as he is positioning me onto my knees. 'Hands against the headboard sweetheart.' Namjoon demands, and I obey without thought. 

His first thrust is slow, bottoming out in me completely. His pause as he is fully sheathed in me making me aware of every bit of contact with him. His sac tapping at my lips and clit, his length stretching me out to just short of my cervix. The drag along my walls as he starts his pull out is intense, every vein and twitch felt along the wall that is closest to my stomach. 

'Hold on, I can't hold back anymore.' He groans and growls. I stiffen my elbows and shoulders as his movements build. His thrusts are sharper, deeper. One hand is firmly on my hip, guiding me as he desires, the other holding my back down, making my hips curve up sharply. As his control is lost the hand on my back changes to holding my hair near my neck, hauling me up to my knees as he continues to pound himself into me. 

My whimpers and moans are answered with his growls in Korean. I've lost all my ability to think, I can only feel the pleasure building over and over. Even after I come once, twice, three times more he continues, relentless. The heat pouring off of him, the sweat on my body as I shiver and shake from each climax, and the need to come finally hits him like a freight train as he spurts into me, his orgasm finally mixing with mine as it drips drown the insides of my thighs.

As he softens and fall out of me we catch our breaths. The hand on my hip goes to surround my ribs. As he adjusts his grasp on me he lets my hair go finally, kissing the back of my head as we collapse onto the bed.

As we spoon, Namjoon never releasing his arm around my ribs as he lays behind me, our breathing steadies. As my muscles relax I twist a bit and he relaxes his hold enough so that I can turn over to face him.

His glow is pouring through his skin, his gaze. I close my eyes to keep from being blinded and move my head to kiss him, which he eagerly meets with his own lips and tongue. After several minutes of slow kissing and taking deep breaths I open my eyes again and nuzzle my nose against his.

'I should go clean up.' I murmur. His arm around me tightens slightly.

'Do it in the morning. I can tell you're getting chilled.' He says quietly. 'Let's get under the covers and recover instead. I don't know if you could even walk unaided at the moment.'

I nod, blinking blearily, and we wiggle around until we figure out how to get the covers above us without leaving the bed. As we resettle he reaches for his phone to set his alarm and I snuggle into his back, relaxing.

That's the last thing I remember before the alarm goes off the next morning.