Peerless Perverted Actor Has a Celebrity Harem?!

Park did not pull the slip back up, his fingers still caught in the bunched satin at her hips as if he might yet cover her if her face asked him to, and then he looked at Emmeline and found her heart beating so hard it showed in her throat like a frantic little jump under the skin that she was sure he could see, sure he would feel if he put his mouth there, and the thought of his mouth anywhere made her flower clench around nothing.

"Can you, uh, lift?" He asked politely as if sacred to offend her.

Emmeline found her body obeying his voice before her nerves could argue, and she lifted herself off the mattress slowly while a shake of anticipation went through her as the slip slid down and the cold air that kissed her newly exposed thighs was yet another evidence of what was about to happen.

They had explored each other days ago and even today but this was different and the last step and the revelation of that nearly made her cover herself until the thought of him taking her first time, and her his, kept her hands in the sheets instead of on her own skin.

Phei drew the satin down so slowly it whispered over every inch it left behind, and when it caught at her knees he stopped and sat back enough to see what he was doing, the inside of her left knee was right in front of him, a warm crease he could have missed, and he put his thumb there first because he did not quite trust his mouth yet; her skin jumped.

He glanced up: "Okay?"

She nodded too fast, her throat moving, and one hand fisted in the sheets as if that were the only safe place left for it while he kissed that crease open, a little wetter than he meant, but it was clumsy for a heartbeat until her breath snagged and she did not hide it.

Park stayed there with his tongue along that warm line and sucked once, gentle, before he turned to the other knee because leaving a piece of her untouched felt like forgetting her.

Her pulse was in her ankle when he held it, rabbit-quick against his fingers, and he got the slip off her feet with a snag on one heel that he freed with his thumb, and then the satin was on the floor and she was bare and he had to swallow to keep his face like he was still in charge of this while she felt that swallow in her own throat.

There was nothing left to hide behind now and her flower was so wet, the petals already shining on her thigh from his hand, and she wanted to close her legs but left them where he had put them instead.

Park did not look at the middle of her.

He lifted Emmeline’s ankle into his palm and kissed the bone first, then the arch of her foot, slow with his tongue dragging over skin that tasted like nothing except her, warm and a little salt, then the inside of her ankle, the same place his thumb had been earlier in the night.

He sucked the thin skin over the tendon until she made a sound she tried to keep small.

He set that foot down as if it could break and took the other in the same careful order.

His mouth went up her calves with both hands on her legs, holding on more than pinning, kissing the inside of the left, dragging his bottom lip, kissing again.

He used his tongue on the right because the kiss had not felt like enough.

When he reached the soft place behind her knee he stopped and breathed on it until her skin prickled and then sucked, careful, until her whole leg twitched in his grip. He eased off at once and licked the mark with his eyes on her face while her chest kept lifting like she had been running in place.

Her hand left the sheets and found his hair, barely and trembling.

She left it there because taking it back would have been more honest than she could stand. He kissed the outside of her thigh high enough that his mouth was almost at her hip before he turned his face inward and the smell of her pussy found him.

A flush went up her throat.

She knew what he would see and smell; The wet shine on her thigh, her pussy still open with the lips of it dark-pink, her clit standing up at the top, her entrance wet enough to catch the lamp.

She saw his mouth stop a finger’s width from her pussy and just breathe there while her hips wanted to lift into that breath so badly she had to lock them down, her fingers pulling his hair in a small please she did not say out loud.

He bit the soft inside of her thigh instead, softer than he meant, then firmer, enough to mark, and kissed the sting.

He lingered on the other thigh the same way until her skin darkened under his mouth and her hand tightened in his hair again, asking for the middle of her and with his mouth on her pussy.

Asking for the last step she was sure they were taking.

He kissed her hipbone and then the other and the little dips beside them with both hands on her waist, not holding her down so much as holding on, and worked his mouth across the low of her belly where the slip had been hiding her all evening, the skin warmer there, softer.

When he licked into her navel her stomach jumped under his mouth and he kissed lower and lower still and stopped with his thumbs stroked the insides of her hipbones as if he could quiet both of them at once.

She pulled his hair. His hand found her boobs before Park got his mouth underneath along the crease where it met her ribs and kissed there and sucking until the skin darkened, then up the side and over the curve until he took her nipple into his mouth and pulled, and the sound she made went down his spine so fast he had to remember to be gentle.

He had no pattern, only her face, his tongue circling then flattening then flicking while his other hand held her other tit as if he were afraid of dropping her.

He switched when her breath told him to, underside then side then the other nipple last fingers on one while he sucked the other; he was clumsy at matching them and then closer and then almost together.

Her heart hammered under his palm so hard he kept his hand there for that as much as for her boob.

Then he took her mouth because he needed to, deep, a little less careful, and his hands kept moving over the skin he had just learned, down her side and over her waist and her hip and down the outside of her thigh and back up the inside, stopping short of her pussy.

She made a noise into the kiss, frustrated and embarrassed by how obvious she was, her hips tipped toward his fingers as if her body had already decided they were taking that last step; she froze after, caught, and he pulled back enough to see her, her eyes suddenly darkened, her mouth open, that little jump still wild in her throat:

Through his pants she could feel the hard length; it was so thick against her hip, hot and blunt and alive.

In her head she had no ugly word for it.

It was his cock... the rest of him he was keeping.

It pressed to her like a secret he could not quite hide, and she wanted that heat in her pussy, and him taking her first time while she took his, wanted it enough that her face went hot and her pussy clenched around nothing.

She did not put her hand on him even though she thought about it, even though she felt him twitch against her hip and her own pulse answered down in the wet of her, stupid and eager.

Park’s hand suddenly slid between her thighs and found her pussy.

She turned her face aside for a second and made herself look, watching two of his fingers spread the lips of her wet pussy and go back into that same soft place inside her that had already undone her once tonight.

His thumb found her clit in tight wet circles, while he kissed whatever skin he could reach, her shoulder and her jaw and the corner of her mouth and the top of her tit where her heart kicked his lips.

Her thighs clamped around his wrist as if she were afraid he would leave in the middle of it, her other hand fisted in his shirt until she twitched.

He pulled her against him after with her bare skin to his shirt so she felt him hard on her belly, thick and held back, and she put her face in his neck and breathed there, still too fast.

In her mouth he was sacred:

Against her skin he was just him, wanting her and not taking, and his thumb found the place on her hip he had already kissed and stroked it slow while her first time stayed hers for one more night, and his his.

"I’ve got you," he said, into her hair, and she nodded against his throat once and let him hold her while both their hearts tried to climb out of them, and neither of them let go.

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A/N: Done with soft and slow

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