Mature Chapter: Nudity, Sexual Activity

Paul POV

"What did he decide on wearing?" Danny asked Min-seok.

"I hope it's the grey sweater with the button up underneath!" Haneul chimed in. "Let me see!"

"Ouch! Yeobo, calm down!" Min-jun pleaded, I chuckled as I glanced down to the FaceTime call between me, my brothers, and their significant others. "You're hurting my shoulder!"

"Then let me see the screen!" The model demanded, the couple still in bed since it was already Sunday morning in South Korea. "That's way too casual! You should have went with my look!"

Danny squealed in excitement. "Did he choose my outfit? Give me the phone, Naekkeo!"

Now that Min-seok had his morning coffee in hand, he walked through their kitchen and did as instructed before he joined Danny at its island.

"Damn, you look good!" Danny complimented, and that was just from seeing my face and hair. "Let me see the full outfit in a mirror!"

"Really?" Haneul questioned. "I thought he was trying to woo her. I would be underwhelmed."

"You are also a rich model who has been wearing designer clothes since she was born." Danny pushed back. "Beauty standards are way higher in Korea than America. I can't speak for all but most Western women don't go for super pretty boys, and Makayla is in that bucket. She'd feel weird if he dressed up, just to chill at his house for the night."

Though I was quite aligned with Haneul's opinion, I trusted Danny's advice.

I decided on a black and white flannel jacket that had a hint of yellow in the lines and beneath it was an all black Dior hoodie. I also went with a light pair of denim jeans that were slim enough to accent the muscles along my thighs, and under a pair of white low-rise sneakers were thick black socks to protect my ankles from the winter weather.

"You look perfect, Ho-seok! She's going to love it." Danny gleamed.

I smiled at my reflection. After a full 24 hours of planning I was feeling really good about the night ahead.

"Did the meat get to your house yet?" Min-seok asked me. "I asked them to rush it yesterday. The company might be based in New York, but the quality is just as good as Korea's."

"Yes! The meat came in like an hour ago. Thanks, hyung!" I exclaimed. "Makayla will be here in less than 15. I should go lay out the food now."

"I want to see how your rooftop came out." Min-jun requested.

"I'll send a few pictures in a few minutes. I need to get going though."

"Wait!" Danny and Haneul both exclaimed, taking the phones from their men.

"Did you see the article I sent you?" Danny asked.

"Ya, this is not my first time pursuing a woman." I responded.

"Yes it is!" They all disagreed, making me guiltily smile.

In their defense they still knew nothing about Sam and if I'm being honest with myself, I don't think I ever got the chance to truly court her before things came to an end.

"This is not the same as picking up a girl from the club." Danny proceeded. "There are things women need to experience to feel they can trust a man enough to be vulnerable."

"This is unbelievable." Min-seok playfully scoffed. "Jagiya, you're speaking mighty confidently for a women with minimal dating experience. Never forget the amount of hints you missed from me, even after I blatantly told you how I felt."

Though he held his tongue, a dry chuckle escaped Min-jun's lips next since he personally knew how oblivious Danny was when it came to dating as well.

"Oh whatever!" Danny disregarded. "The article is spot on nonetheless. Makayla is intelligent and successful. Make sure you actively listen, ask her specifics about her day based of what you already know, and encourage any opportunities coming up at work!"

"Don't just talk about work though!" Haneul added. "Compliment her, spice things up with some physical contact, and welcome her into your world!"

"I agree with Haneul." Min-seok said, earring a side-eye from Danny. "Jagiya, she's a doctor. All Kayla does is work day and night. I promise you, she'll be most drawn to Ho-seok's fun and carefree personality."

"I agree too." Min-jun confirmed. "You're already doing it all, hyung. You're cooking for her, you prepared a thoughtful surprise, and your emotional intelligence is on another level, especially in comparison to most men. Don't worry too much and just be yourself. Fighting!"

"Fighting!" The rest of the gang encouraged.

Feeling motivated, I ended the call and took one last look in the mirror as I applied a few spritz of cologne on my wrists, neck, and outfit.

I exited my room and grabbed the box of premium Korean meat Min-seok purchased from my refrigerator. When I made my way onto my rooftop terrace, I laid a dozen slices of pork belly and brisket on a serving dish, and set the rest in a cooler to the side.

Surrounding the portable grill on the low patio table were the side dishes as well as the beer and soju we would enjoy this evening.

Despite how cold it was, the tall silver heaters I set on each side of the patio couch were doing wonders. I also knew the grill would warm things up while I cooked for us, and I had thick blankets for the evening as well.

I proudly looked around at the set up I spent hours pulling together. I hung string lights across the terrace, purchased decorative pillows to make sure Makayla was comfortable, and I even set a colorful bouquet of flowers on the table.

"Queue the music." I beamed, starting the smooth R&B Korean tracks I was eager to introduce Makayla to. "Perfect."

As requested, I took pictures of the setup and was praised for such a commendable job by my friends. However, I was growing more nervous by the second and when Makayla's text came in, letting me know she was here, my heart started racing.

I reminded her of the passcode before I took a deep breath and mentally prepared myself.

"You got this, Ho-seok. Be natural."

I headed downstairs, and as soon as I stepped into the kitchen I saw her setting her purse and a bottle of wine on the table.

She looked amazing, wearing a simple burgundy sweater dress. It fell to her ankles, which were covered with sheer black tights and block heeled booties.

Her hair was in its curly state, a clip pinning a portion of it behind her left ear, and when she turned to face me I experienced a shortness of breath seeing her bright smile.

"Ho-seok!" She chimed.

"Hey!" I replied, as she walked in my arms. I wrapped them around her waist and embraced the hug she was just as eager to share.

"I can't believe it's been an entire month! I've missed you so much!"

"Likewise." I confirmed.

I closed my eyes, welcoming her sweet fragrance and the warmth of her long and slim figure.

"Let me see you!" She requested, bringing her hand to the side of my face. "Sheesh, is the water different over there too? Your skin has always been great but you could do a whole advertisement with its condition, tonight."

"Oh yeah, the air and water quality is amazing in South Korea. Enjoy this while you can, cause I got a few days left before Boston weather catches up to me."

Makayla laughed with me as I witnessed an opportunity to take my friends' advice.

"You look good too." I complemented her. "Burgundy is a beautiful color on you. I think it might be my favorite, actually."

"You like?" She joked, stepping away so she could model the outfit. "You always drag me for wearing t-shirts and stuff. Figured I'd bless you with my beauty in a dress after a month apart."

Despite how playful she was being, she had no idea what she was doing to me. For once, she showed off some cleavage and her hourglass shape was prominent in the form fitting dress.

"I like your fit too by the way." She added. "I'm surprised you're wearing a jacket though and come to think of it, I thought we were doing dinner? I don't smell or see anything though. Did you want to go out instead?"

"I actually have a surprise for you."

"A surprise?" She questioned, a cheeky smile forming on my face as I nodded.

I took this moment to initiate additional physical touch, and slipped my hand into hers.

When she didn't reject the advancement, I led her through my home and to the rooftop terrace where she gasped seeing all the hard work I had put in this afternoon.

"You finally decorated your rooftop!" She gaped. "Took you long enough!"

I chuckled, though taken aback to see she may have missed the gesture.

She was Danny's cousin indeed.

"I hope you're hungry." I continued, guiding her to the table.

"We're doing Korean barbecue? Right here, on your rooftop?" She enthused.

"It's the best way to do it back at home."

"Oh, I'm so excited! I've never had Korean barbecue before! I've always wanted to try it, but I've never taken the time to see where I can get it in Boston."

"Really? Why haven't you ever said anything to me about this?" I asked.

"That's a little inconsiderate, isn't it? Assuming you would know because you're Korean."

"Accept for the fact, that's exactly how it is." She laughed with me as I gestured for her to take a seat. "I will say, by the end of the night you might become a KBBQ snob. No matter where I take you after this, it'll never amount to the quality your experiencing up front."

"Seriously? Just how special is this meat? Where did you get it from?"

"I can't go telling you all of my secrets. If I do, how else will I keep you on your toes?" I winked, making her giggle as I took my place beside her.

"For the record, I have no idea how to grill." She admitted.

"In Korea, it's custom for the man to grill when dining with a woman. All you need to do is sit back, eat, and relax."

Pleased with my response, Kayla flipped the hair off her shoulder and watched me get to work.

While the grill warmed up, I took this time to make us a drink.

"Have you ever had soju before?" I asked. She shook her head. "We'll start light tonight then."

"What is that supposed to mean? You know I can hold my liquor."

"Soju is not the same, gorgeous." I replied, mixing the Korean rice liquor and beer. "We call this "Somaek" in Korea."

"Somaek." She recited perfectly.

"It's a combination of "soju" and "maekju" which means beer." I continued, and when I was preparing the beverage I realized something. "When is your birthday?"

"February 12th." She replied.

"What year were you born though?"

"1999." I scoffed a shocked one, biting my bottom lip as it registered how out of line I had been with her this entire time. "What is it?"

I grabbed her drink, and respectfully took a hold of my wrist as I offered it to her.

"Respecting your elders is taken very seriously in Korea." I confessed. "I'll be the one pouring all your drinks tonight, and you can curse me out if I serve you anything with a single hand."

Her eyes widened. "How old are you?"

"I'm 24. I was born on June 10, 2000." I confirmed, her lips parting. "Does it creep you out to know you slept with a man that's younger than you or something?"

"No." She shyly replied. "Can we not draw attention to my age though? It'll be weird if you start acting differently because I'm older. I don't think it's even by a year."

"Roger that, noona." I joked, and though she didn't know what the term meant she knew I was teasing her. "Go ahead, take a sip."

She did as I encouraged, and per usual it wasn't a small sip. A refreshing sigh spilled from her lips as she looked to the beverage in amazement.

"This is so good!" She praised. "I might take down a few of these tonight, if that's cool. It's been quite a day."

"Everything okay?" I asked, and she hesitantly nodded. "Drink and eat until your heart's content."

Seeing her relaxed and the warmed up grill, I started cooking the raw meat.

Makayla was quickly drawn to the sizzle and aroma of the pork belly and as it browned, I walked her through the side dishes I drove an hour away to pick up from a rare Massachusetts Banchan.

As she tasted each of them, I discovered this was another area in which she was similar to her cousin. She preferred fresh pickled dishes that had a slight kick to them.

"The kimchi is your favorite so far, yeah?" She nodded while I made her a lettuce wrap. "Okay, add a bit of rice, the kimchi, a piece of pork belly, and I think you'll like the soybean paste too."

Folding the lettuce, I gestured for her to open her mouth so I could feed her.

Cracking up, we successfully fit the wrap in her mouth though it was certainly a mouthful. She struggled to chew, whereas my mind continued to be overcome by intrusive thoughts.

Her lips kept grabbing my attention while she chewed on the food and when she licked the moist pair, I found myself zoning out.

"Should I try to make you one?" She offered.

I subtly cleared my throat to shake off the dirty images in my mind.

"Sure, let's see how you do. I like the seasoned spinach, rice, soybean paste, and pork belly."

It was hard not to laugh as she struggled to put the wrap together. She applied too much rice and paste, but that was okay. I had a large bite myself.

I held the outside of her hand as she fed me, and while we got it all in my mouth some of the soybean paste spilled from its corners.

"I guess I kind of suck at this, huh?" She joked, bringing her thumb to my lips.

She wiped the sauce off for me and surprised me as she nonchalantly sucked it off her thumb.

"I really like this dip." She enthused. "Can you get it at our local international market?"

"Y-Yeah." I stuttered. "You um. You can just take the batch I have. I just bought it today."

"Wow, you truly spoil me. You know, that?" She giggled.

As she continued eating, I found myself growing more smitten with her by the second and she wasn't even doing anything special. I was just that infatuated being in her presence, hearing her appreciation, and seeing her enjoy the food I prepared for her.

Feeling overly eager to take things to the next level, I took a moment to slow down and think back to the gang's advice.

"So how have you been?" I asked. "Has work been busy?"

"I'm good, and yes work has been busy but in a good way. Madison is great with getting me involved in her surgeries even though I can't do too much as a first year. We have a really interesting case I've been doing so much research on though, and I think my surgical recommendation is going to go through!"

"That's amazing!" I praised. "Will they let you be a part of the operation?"

"Yeah, but I'll probably just get to watch. I'm hopeful they'll let me do more though. I've been practicing operational techniques whenever I get a chance. It's all about precision and speed when you're performing surgery. I want to be more hands on by time my first year is over."

"You really are an ambitious one, aren't you?" She nodded, bringing more food to her mouth. "Do you get nervous you'll make the same mistake as Madison? Putting work before your personal life and all?"

"I don't know." She admitted. "I'd like to think I can avoid that, but I also see how it happens so easily. It's hard not to get overly invested in a case. This may be shocking, but while I have witnessed a lot of death in the ER, none of the long term patients I've been responsible for have passed away before. I think the moment that happens, it will change me a bit."

"Is it scary? Seeing so much death in the ER?"

She nodded. "It was the first few months, but that's what comes with the job. Fortunately, I have never had to break the news to a patient's guardian. That's always tough to watch."

I placed a serving of the brisket on the grill. "Sounds to me like having loved ones outside of work is really important for surgeons like you and Madison then. That's a lot of heaviness on the soul to deal with daily. You need something nice to come home to after a job like that."

"Yeah, I am definitely realizing that. I guess it's a good thing you're back, huh?" She chuckled.

"You consider me a loved one? I never could have guessed with how MIA you were when I was in South Korea." I sarcastically replied. "You must've been quite occupied with your boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend." She quickly stated. "I mean, we're still seeing each other? I think? Or maybe we're not? I don't even know at this point to be honest."

"What happened? Everything was great when I left."

"We got into a bit of a fight." She cautiously replied, and she was choosing not to give me more information than I needed to know again. "Bottom line is, I realized that I'm not emotionally available to date anyone still."

I froze as my heart sank to the pit of my stomach. "What makes you say that?"

"It's just not a good time. I have other priorities and getting in a relationship isn't an option while I close out on a few things."

"What exactly are you trying to close out?"

"It's personal." Our gazes locked, though I'm certain mine showed how desperate I was for her to open up to me more. "Anyways, I haven't heard from him in almost three weeks now."

"What?" I gaped.

"He's a Marine, and likely does some top secret stuff. He said he had to go away on business."

"They don't have phones in the Marines?"

Makayla shrugged. "Whatever he does, it must be too dangerous for him to contact people at home while he's on a mission. He's never disappeared for this long though, and I have no idea when he'll be back."

Makayla looked down to her lap and began twiddling her thumbs.

"Do you miss him?" I asked.

She bit her bottom lip. "Yes, but I don't think it's the way I'm supposed to."

"Are you going to end things with him then?"

"Probably." She uttered. "Like I said, I'm just not emotionally available to date right now. It'd be unfair to drag things out and lead him on."

Ready to move on from this discussion, Makayla went back to eating the cooked meat while I considered my next move.

It felt like this night was already a wash. She was keeping so many secrets, and hearing her state she wasn't interested in dating at the moment was the biggest blow to my confidence.

Feeling unmotivated and disappointed, I went back to grilling the meat while be by my side by Crush filled the silent air.

"Holy shit, is this K-Pop?" Makayla asked, making me smile. "The music has been so smooth this entire time, I didn't even realize it."

"Korean's wouldn't consider this K-Pop." I replied. "We have R&B and Hip Hop artists too."

"Wow, I'm impressed. Is that a saxophone?" She chuckled.

"Yeah, Crush is known for incorporating jazz instruments in his work." Makayla softly smiled in acceptance, though soon I saw her holding her arms tightly. "Are you cold?"

She shook her head. "Only a little, it's fine."

Disregarding her stubborn response, I stood up and grabbed the blanket I had set on the side.

When I unfolded it and placed it on her lap, I made sure her legs were properly snuggled under the weighted knot blanket. I also remove my jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

"What about you?"

"I'm really warm from grilling the meat. Don't worry. " I assured her. "Your cup is empty. Would you like me to make you more Somaek."

"Yes, please." She chimed.

Makayla watched as I made her drink, and when I set it before her I was surprised to see her gaze still fixated on me.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I just really missed this." She replied. "Actually, I needed this."

"Are you ready to talk about it?" I basically pleaded. "I can tell you're keeping something from me. What's going on?"

"I don't want to kill the vibe."

I sighed, setting down the tongs as I gave her my undivided attention. "How many times do I have to tell you, I'm here for you?"

Though she was hesitant, she turned to face me as well. 

"Okay." She solemnly started. "Today is the first anniversary of London's death."

My eyes widened, and my lips parted hearing the shocking confession.

"Are you okay?" I replied, like a true idiot. "That's a dumb question. Of course your not."

Seeing me panic, her head fell.

"Sorry." I apologized. "I just didn't see that coming. Honestly, I'm surprised you asked to see me on a day like this."

"I was scared to be alone." My heart nearly shattered seeing the sadness in her eyes. "I went to the beach London and I visited when we needed a break from studying. It was her favorite spot and where we shared so many memories, so I spread her ashes there a year ago. I went to visit her today, and it was a lot harder to do than I expected."

Seeing her head fall again, I grabbed her hand and encouraged her to continue.

"No matter how hard I try, I can't unsee the way she looked the last time I saw her."

"Did you find her body?"

"No, but I had to identify it. She grew up in the system and was never permanently adopted. I was the closest thing to family she had." Kayla paused, her eyes glistening. "I told you, I've seen a lot of dead bodies but till this day, none of them looked like hers. What was done to her, only a monster could do. The pain was probably excruciating and she must have been so scared, Ho-seok. It breaks my heart every time I think about it."

"Come here." I breathed, pulling her into my arms.

Though she didn't wrap hers around me, she was embracing me. I held her head beneath my chin, and brushed the back of her hair while she took a minute to compose herself.

"I'm sorry, I'm ruining everything." She uttered, pulling away from me. "Tonight's been amazing and I'm messing up all your efforts."

"It's okay, Kayla. I told you, call me whenever you're hurting. I'm grateful you're here instead of doing something reckless out in the streets."

I chuckled and Makayla did too, though we both knew that's exactly what would be happening if she wasn't here.

"Let's get back to the dinner." She digressed. "The food is great, the alcohol is flowing, and the music is such a vibe!"

"I think you've caught on to the theme." I chuckled. "Should I teach you one of my favorite Korean drinking games?"

"How fast will it get me buzzed?"

"You're up against me. It'll be quick, gorgeous."

"Oh, okay then! Challenge accepted!" She mockingly beamed.

Being equally competitive, we played several rounds of Titanic, also known as The Submarine. This was a dangerous way to get drunk quickly off Somaek, but it was necessary to resurface the lighthearted and fun conversations like she wanted.

We ate another round of meat, finishing dinner with a serving of bulgogi, as I raved about the new genre of music she couldn't get enough of. By the end of the meal, she became a fan of some of my favorite artists - DEAN, Crush, Hoody, Loco, and she loved LeeHi.

As we watched several music videos on my phone, she relaxed under my arm and enthused over the quality of Korean music videos as well as the popular fashion of my country.

Keen on maintaining such a close hold of her, I decided to show off my Seoul family as well.

I went through my brother's Instagrams and introduced each of them as well as their girlfriends. As could be expected, she was dumbfounded by how handsome all of us were, but what was impressive was how good her read was.

Just from the pictures, she guessed their personalities accurately, and that led me to push her to reactivate her account. I so badly wanted to show her off to them as well at some point.

Though enticed, she wasn't sold on the idea. She assured me she would consider it though.

At least two hours had past by time my phone died and we decided to start cleaning up.

I took care of the trash and as I brought the dishes downstairs, Makayla cleaned each of them.

"I just need to turn off the heaters, and then I think we're good." I told her.

"Awesome, I'm almost done with the dishes too. I just need to dry them off."

I went back to the rooftop to ensure anything hazardous was turned off, and when I looked to the clean patio I couldn't help but smile.

It was nearing midnight and though things didn't get as hot as I was hoping between Makayla and I, I still considered the evening a big success. She learned and accepted so many of my interests and even took a genuine fascination in my life back in Korea.

Surely, progress was made tonight and we were heading in the right direction.

I walked back into the house, and down the stairs to join Makayla in the kitchen.

"Okay, everything-..." I paused, and though her back was facing me, I saw her wipe her cheeks down in front of the sink. "Kayla, what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, it's fine. I just need to go home, I think."

She walked past me and towards her belongings on the table as she slipped off my jacket.

"You're not okay." I remorsefully sighed. "And I don't think you should be alone, tonight. Shawn doesn't get back until the morning. Just sleep here. You can crash in his room. He won't mind."

Seeing her silently decline my offer, I decided to be more assertive.

I stepped behind her and wrapped my arms around her tense shoulders, though I felt her loosen up the moment she sensed the warmth of my cheek against hers.

"You're not alone, Kayla." I whispered to her. "Take my hand when I offer it. It's not a burden, I want to be there for you."

She turned around and wrapped her arms around my waist as she buried her face into my chest. I closed my eyes, finally feeling the embrace I wanted and she needed.

I stroked the back of her head, my chin rested along the top of it as I held her for as long as she would let me.

"Why are you so good to me?" She asked.

"Because you mean a lot to me." I hinted. "You still have no idea how much I care about you."

Makayla looked up to me, realizing how close our faces were.

I felt my heart flutter, our noses brushing as our gazes locked. She suddenly glanced at my lips before she did the unexpected.

Standing on her toes, she closed the tiny gap between us and kissed me.

I wasn't sure how to react. I wanted to kiss her back but I couldn't tell if this was the right time. Was she being her reckless self and acting out of pain? Would she regret this in the morning?

Our lips parted, her eyes slowly opening to find the surprised expression on my face.

"I...I'm..." She uttered as her cheeks became flushed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

She sighed, and attempted to step away from me. However, I grabbed her waist before she could get too far.

"No, it's okay." I assured her and while I was nervous to take the next step, my instincts told me I should go along with this. "Should I help you escape again?"

My offer startled her, though not too much. The look in her eyes answered my question so clearly, as did the shift in her gaze when she looked to my lips again.

I leaned down and brushed her nose with mine. I could taste the soju on her breath as she anticipated my kiss, but I knew she was fragile. I wanted to be gentle with her.

I caressed the side of her face and grazed the skin on her cheek with my thumb. That touch alone made her eyes close, and when I pressed my lips against hers I did the same.

Our mouths weaved together, she glided her hands up my chest so she could deepen the kiss. I held her body against mine when she laced her fingers in the back of my hair, and I stroked her sides - gliding my hands along her hips and waist before they traveled to her backside.

Intoxicated by her touch and the taste of her silky lips, I felt the blood rushing to my core. I was growing warm and swollen by the second.

I pulled my lips away from hers, both of our gazes glazed over as our eyes locked.

"Stay the night with me." I requested.

For the first time tonight, Makayla didn't hesitate. She accepted my hand and let me lead her to the second floor.

As soon as we entered my bedroom, I closed the door behind us and pulled her back into my arms where our lips clashed again.

She was a little more forceful now, pressing my back against the door as the kissing became heated. She was eager to undress me, her hands grabbing the bottom of my hoodie and undershirt before I helped her pull them over my head.

Observing my toned body, she guided her finger along my abs, then my chest, and along my broad shoulder before she closed the gap between us.

I closed my eyes feeling her lips against my chest and when she started sucking on my neck, her hand shifted down my stomach and to the bulge beneath my jeans.

My breath hitched feeling her caress me. She was gentle yet firm enough that my erection began hardening even more.

I grabbed the back of her neck, encouraging her to look up to me where I caught her lips.

Our tongues battled now that each kiss was growing sloppier and as she unfastened my pants, I grabbed the sides of her dress and started hiking it up.

Breaking the kiss, she rose her arms so I could lift it over her head, and I was dumbfounded to see what she was wearing beneath such an innocent look.

It was a black laced set - the mesh bra and panties even matching the thigh-high tights I never could have guessed she was wearing this entire time.

Stepping away, she allowed me to observe such a wonderful surprise.

Her toned lengthy legs, her defined and flat stomach, the delicate line of her collarbone rested above her full breasts, the curve of her long back, and the way her panties perfectly hugged her well-rounded hips and booty.

I followed her closer to my bed where I took hold of her slim waist.

Pressing her body against my bare chest, we shared another heated kiss.

I embraced such a blessing and stroked her smooth thighs and hips, while one of my hands traveled towards the clasp of her bra.

"What are the rules this time?" I asked.

"None, I trust you."

"Are you on birth control?" She nodded, further giving me the green light to do as I pleased.

I unfastened the undergarment and when it fell between us, I held her even closer to me.

"I have one this time." I admitted.

"What is it?"

"If I do this, you can't run away." I pleaded. "I meant it when I said I care about you. Promise me, you won't disappear like you did last time."

She smiled to me, cupping my cheek. "I promise, Ho-seok. I'm not going anywhere."

Seeing the sincerity in her eyes, I confidently decided not to hold back tonight.

I captured her lips with mine again, my hands gripping her waist while my fingers dug into her flesh. She gasped feeling me lift her off the ground, her legs straddling me as I carried her to my bed.

I placed her on the white sheets before she climbed further back on it. She watched me drop my pants and laid back when I began crawling on top of her.

Hovering over her, I pressed my lips against hers for one tender kiss and shifted my attention to her neck next. She moaned feeling me trail my tongue along its column before I nibbled and licked her sensitive pulse point for quite some time.

Feeling her so easily fidget beneath me I cupped her breast, massaging the warm and fluffy flesh while her nipple hardened against my palm. Her back arched feeling me move lower down her body, my mouth descending on her other breast this time.

I nearly growled, embracing the taste of her creamy skin as I sucked on her thick nub. Her fingers were already raking the back of my hair when she released a shuddered breath, and while she was being polite, I knew what she wanted.

I continued my journey downwards, kissing her stomach as my hands wandered to her waist. I tugged the flimsy panties down to her ankles and I tossed them to the side, though I wasn't done teasing her.

I ran my hands along her legs, slowly removing each set of tights while she eagerly watched in the thick atmosphere. Desperate for more contact, her breasts heaved when I kissed her pedicured foot and did the same along her calf.

While confident she was ready for me, I spread her legs to confirm.

I licked my lips seeing the glistening folds I hadn't even touched yet, and Makayla bit hers seeing the hunger in my gaze.

Leaving another trail of kisses down her inner thigh, I moved closer and closer to the essence I knew I'd become obsessed with by the end of the evening.

I placed the back of her knees along my wide shoulders, the scent of her arousal engulfing me like a wave of temptation. I couldn't help but deeply inhale the enchanting aroma before I teased her and brushed my tongue along her entrance.

She gasped feeling the sensation, arching deeper against my mouth as I began tending to her evening's desire.

I explored her pink pearl with purposeful movements, flicking my tongue along the sensitive treasure and further stimulating her with firm sucks that had her gasping for air.

Desperately seeking something to hang on to, Makayla dug her nails into my bedsheets before she laced her fingers through my hair. Her hands eventually began guiding the motion she needed from me, while I dipped my fingers inside her.

"Right there." She breathlessly encouraged.

Hearing her quivering plea, I intently focused on her sweet spot and tormented her in the most pleasuring way. She called for me over and over again, her breathing spastic as she withered beneath me and teetered on the edge of her release.

Embracing the first orgasm of the night, her body was trembling and she could barely breath by time I withdrew and climbed back up her body.

My lips coated in the incredibly sweet arousal, I let Makayla taste herself when our lips clashed for a searing kiss.

Feeling her smile, I couldn't help but do the same when our eyes met.

"I can stop here if you want me to." I assured her.

She caressed the sides of my face, shaking her head. "Let's keep going."

She pulled me down and caught my lips with hers as we moved along with the evening.

My briefs tossed to the ground, I laid between her legs and could barely contain myself.

Her warmth coated me as I glided my aching erection against her, our lips threaded together while desperate whimpers spilled past hers and eager groans escaped mine.

She stroked my length as she guided me towards her entrance.

Feeling my tip spread her silky opening, I slowly thrusted into her and filled her to the hilt.

She gasped feeling the pressure, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as she practically melted into my body.

"Fuck, Kayla." I softly spat, feeling her smooth and extremely tight walls around me.

I recalled how good the sex was our first time, but I didn't remember her feeling like this.

I grabbed her hips, pulling her into my shaft while her hands glided over my back.

Makayla's satisfying moans echoed throughout the room as I moved inside her, my hips snapping against hers while I continued to stretch her out with each thrust.

"Deeper." She breathed, her lips just beside my ear.

I grabbed her thigh and propped it along my waist, before I gave her what she asked for.

She arched into me as I drove inside her, my length hitting her sweet spot over and over again.

A rush of heat spread across my body watching her embrace the pleasure I was responsible for.

Her eyes sealed shut. Her plump lips whimpering those lustful melodies. Her breasts rising up and down beneath me, and the increasing slickness of her walls as she clenched around me.

When she revealed her eyes again I clashed my lips against hers for one scorching kiss, and as they parted, I rested my forehead against hers.

She caressed the side of my face, allowing me to keep eye contact with her.

I was beside myself seeing the look in her gaze. It was soft, gentle, and I could tell she felt both comfortable and safe.

It was like she wanted me to see through her, and exactly what she was feeling in this moment.

For the first time ever, she was revealing herself to me wholly.

I held her as close to me as I could without breaking the perfect rhythm between us.

Going harder, Makayla dug her heels into the sides of my hips. I could feel her heart pounding beneath mine and when our lips collided we moaned feeling such an insane level of intensity.

I pumped her faster, shockwaves coursing down my spine while she held on to me for dear life.

Her eyes squeezed shut, she cried to the man above as the pleasure erupted in her.

I wasn't far behind either and as I spilled in her I didn't break the intimacy.

I hummed along her lips, moving slower between her legs.

Our sticky bodies pressed together, a slew of slow kisses followed as the afterwave of such a sweet climax rippled through us.

I had never felt this way before. Such a deep level of closeness, vulnerability, and trust.

Goosebumps spread across my skin experiencing sex that touched my soul for the first time, and while I provided Makayla with her much needed escape this evening...

She blessed me with the most intimate connection I had ever felt with a woman. 

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Author's Note: AH! I hope you enjoyed the chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! 

Ho-seok and Makayla finally caved to the undeniable attraction they share, and it led to so much more for our favorite guy! Ho-seok's feelings are growing more and more with each chapter, but do you think it'll be the same for Makayla? How will she react come the next morning?

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- Zelene