Peerless Perverted Actor Has a Celebrity Harem?!

Park switched to the other breast, just as greedy, just as unpractised, he started sucking and licking her entire boo and mouthing and closing his lips at the soft, heavy flesh while his hands kept kneading her too and every time his fingers sank in she made another small noise.

Every time his tongue flicked over a nipple her thighs tightened around his hips. He could feel the hotness he wasn’t sure if it was coming from her sacred part through his trousers now, close and damp, every time either of them shifted.

He pulled back just long enough to look at what he was doing.

Her breasts were flushed darker, glistening and wet from his mouth.

Her nipples were tighter than before, a deeper rose color, shiny with his saliva, the areolas slightly contracted and pebbled around them. The soft, heavy teardrops rose and fell with her quick breathing, the firm roundness of them still holding their shape even as they moved.

The sight punched another broken sound out of him.

"You’re so soft," he muttered against her skin, almost angry with how good it felt. "Fuck, Emmie, you’re so fucking soft—"

Her hands slid down his back, then lower, until her fingers found the hem of her own dress still bunched at her waist. She lifted her hips in a small, wordless request. Park understood. He hooked his fingers in her dress and pulled at it.

The dress slid the rest of the way down her legs, taking her panties with it in one messy, impatient tug.

The thin lace caught for a second on her thighs before peeling away, and then she was completely bare under him.

Park froze again, but only for a second this time.

His eyes dragged down the soft plane of her stomach, the subtle curve of her waist, the neat dark thatch of hair between her thighs, the way her legs had fallen open for him without thinking.

The heat of her sex was close enough now that he could feel it against the front of his trousers every time either of them breathed — warm, damp, unmistakable.

Emmeline’s voice was quiet, a little shy, and completely certain:

"Touch me."

He did:

His one hand stayed on her breast, thumb stroking slowly over the wet nipple, feeling it tighten and relax under the pad of his finger, the warm circle of her areola soft against his skin. The other slid down the soft skin of her stomach — hot, smooth, trembling faintly under his touch — and lower.

When his fingers finally brushed between her legs he found her already so wet beyond belief.

Did he just make a woman wet?!

The first careful stroke dragged through hot wetness. The second made her hips twitch hard. She was soaked. The soft folds of her folds parted easily under his inexperienced fingers, and when he pressed a little deeper the heat of her closed around him, silky and dripping.

"Park—"

Emmeline moaned his name again, softer this time, almost like she was embarrassed by how wet she was.

Park dropped his forehead against hers, breathing hard. His fingers kept moving in clumsy, eager strokes, learning the shape of her pussy, the exact place that made her breath stutter, the way her hips rolled up to meet his hand without permission.

The wet sound of it was quiet but filthy in the still room.

"I’ve never done any of this," he admitted, voice raw and shaking. "I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing."

Emmeline’s hands framed his face. Her eyes were dark and shining and full of the same hunger he felt. Her hips kept moving against his hand in small, helpless rolls.

"Then learn on me and teach me too, brother—" His eyes went wide but not before she pulled his mouth back down to hers, kissing him deep and messy while his hands kept working — one still full of the soft, perfect weight of her breast, thumb dragging over the tight, wet nipple, the other sliding through the slick heat between her thighs with clumsy, desperate strokes.

Emmeline’s her hands moved lower.

Her fingers managed to find the buttons of his shirt without looking. She worked them open one by one, clumsy with urgency, until the shit hung loose. She pushed it off his shoulders and down his arms. Park had to pull his hands away from her body for a second so she could get the shirt off completely.

The cool air of the room hit his bare chest, and then her hands were on him.

Emmeline’s palms spread over his chest, warm and soft and exploratory.

She touched him the way he had touched her — like she was learning something new. Her fingers traced the line of his collarbone, then lower, dragging slowly over the flat planes of muscle, feeling the heat of his skin, the way his heartbeat hammered under her palms.

Park’s breath left him in a rough exhale.

No one had ever touched his bare chest like this, and Emmeline was taking a lot of his firsts the way he was hers.

The simple drag of her soft hands across his skin felt almost as overwhelming as the weight of her breasts had; every slow stroke of her palms sent heat straight down his spine.

He could feel the faint tremor in her fingers, the careful, almost reverent way she mapped him.

She looked up at him, eyes still dark, still a little shy, still full of that quiet pride.

"I want your skin on mine," she said softly.

Park nodded, unable to speak.

She shifted under him, guiding him down until the full length of his bare chest pressed against hers. The soft, heavy weight of her breasts flattened against him, warm and full, her tight nipples dragging over his skin.

The heat of her body met the heat of his with nothing between them.

Park’s forehead dropped to her shoulder.

A small sound left her throat at the simple, devastating contact of skin on skin... Emmeline’s arms slid around his back, holding him there.

For a moment they just stayed like that — breathing hard, chests pressed together, the wet heat of her still against his fingers, the hard ache of him still trapped against her thigh.

Then her voice came, quiet and a little uncertain again.

"Can we... cuddle?"

Park closed his eyes and nodded against her neck, still too wrecked to form proper words, and pulled her tighter against him until there was no space left between their bodies at all.

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A/N:Is it going to just cuddling though?

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