As Taehyung locked his arms around your thighs, you could barely move, your hands fisting the sheets below as your whines turn into moans and then into cries. Your muscles stiffened as you came again, saying his name in a choked cry, pressing yourself against his face, hips frantically rolling, prolonging your orgasm. He sucked your clit, humming against your core so you could feel it reverberate against your body. You placed the black ribbon tied box on his You gasped, and you felt his tongue lapping up your juices, making you wetter and wetter. “Why?” you pouted, “Because it’s a surprise Cillian duh! C’mon now do it!” He cocked an eyebrow shaking his head but then did close them. Cillian was sitting up when you came back holding your hands behind you, “Close your eyes.” Cillian frowned with an incredulous expression on his face. “Oh! Wait before I forget!” suddenly you got up and grabbed your night gown from the hooks behind the door and rushed outside. Especially at night, always at night.” He said kissing your forehead. There wasn’t a day that passed when I didn’t think of you. He stopped smiling, “I can’t believe it either. You make me so danm happy you know that?” you confessed. You looked up into his baby blues, “Hmm, I still can’t believe you’re here Cillian. Your response made him chuckle, “Did I work you too hard love?” He smiled, looking down at you. “Mmhm.” You managed to say, still out of breath. You grabbed the duvet from the floor before resting your head on his chest as his hands circled around you, cradling you. “Fuck! This was something else!” he said after settling on his pillow, motioning you to come lie on his shoulder. Close enough to take in each other’s breath and speak into each other’s mouth yet just not kissing. Somehow you found it much more intimate than kissing. The hovering over your lips with his mouth open. Your breathing hitched as you slid your hand between him and you to reach his throbbing cock, letting your hold slide up and down, matching the rhythm of his digits. He slid a finger in and started a steady rhythm. His finger edged at your dripping entrance, “Fuck! You’re so fucking wet!” he whispered in your ear. And then his fingers slid into your folds, rubbing that nub of verves, driving you insane, “I can’t Cillian, please…” you pleaded. You wanted the release, which was danm close too, but you wanted him inside, wanted to feel his cock sliding in and out of you. “Oh, please!” you cried, the pressure on your clit almost too much but just too little at the same time. “Should I make you cum like this?” he teased. You wrapped your legs around his hips as he started to rub his hard shaft up and down your slit, making you moan and groan until you could not take it anymore. It was just you and him, nothing else existed or mattered in the moments that followed.
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