Yugyeom...

The sigh leaves your mouth as the man before you moves his talented mouth down your neck. One hand slides down your hip, moving to cover the curve of your butt.

Jackson...

He picks you up and places you on the cold surface behind you, your skirt riding up your thigh. He moves between them skims a hand down the inside of your right thigh, teasing you and leaving you gasping for air. His mouth moves back up, showering your skin in luxurious kisses before ending where it started; at your mouth. Together you move, mouth to mouth, body to body. You pull him closer, needing to feel more. His lower half grinds against your exposed core. A ragged groan leaves you as you pull away, resting your forehead on his, catching your breath. His face is cloaked with shadow in the dark room. The sound of breathing fills every corner of the space. The man holding you is tense and you cling to his corded arm muscles, knowing that you can't rely on your own two legs to hold you up. After several heartbeats of stillness, feeling his breath against your lips, you can't take any more. Needing his touch once again, you open your mouth to speak.
"Touch me."
The laugh escapes him.
"You undo me." He whispers before taking the back of you neck and yanking your lips to his. Unkindly, he grounds his mouth against yourself as his hands move from their positions either side of your legs and up, higher and higher. Every touch invites a cacophony of shivers from your body and before you know it he's there. One finger rubs against your heat and you moan. Taking his lips off yours, moves his mouth to your ear.
"Good girl."
His fingers stroke lovingly against your pulsing flesh and his mouth moves once again to yours, swallowing your cry. Your nails clench around his shoulders as his finger moves lower before slipping inside. The sensation is overwhelming as he begins to pump his finger in and out.
More. You need more.
You hands drop, skimming his toned stomach, before stopping at his waist band. His hands only falter for a second as you brush his stone hard length. He's so big. Your fingers nimbly to the top of his joggers and slide them down. The minute gravity takes them and they drop to the floor, he growls and pulls you to the edge of the counter. Another finger slips inside your heat, driving you closer and closer to your climax.
But before you can truly let go, he cruelly leaves your body and you feel him smile against your lips as you moan in frustration.
"Tell me what you want." His voice echoes, deep in the quiet room. A million thoughts run through your head but there's no way you're going to say them out loud. You grasp his t-shirt, trying in vain to pull him back to you but he simply shakes his head. "Not until you say it."
You're completely at his mercy.
And you're too far gone to let him go.
So you open your mouth and say it.