by Love Journey
“I’m coming again,” she cried.
“Me too. Come for me, Monique,” I said as I hit that special spot driving her over the edge.
I felt her body tense as her vaginal walls drenched me with wetness. That was it. My body exploded inside of her.
I could get used to waking up like this.
CHAPTER 11
MONIQUE
I was standing at the kitchen island making lunch wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt while singing a great slow song on the radio when Hyun-Li walked in.
I looked up and smiled when I saw him standing there just looking at me.
He was wearing a towel and nothing else. The man looked like my hottest fantasy.
Damn, he looks good.
His flat stomach and washboard abs were putting on their own personal show, and I was his captive audience.
He was drying his wet hair with a small towel. This man looked delicious, and it took everything I had to look away. But before I did, he caught my gaze, and the corner of his mouth lifted into a sexy grin.
“Hungry?” I asked, my voice sounding strange to my own ears.
I looked down and really engrossed myself in the task at hand, fearing that he would see the desire printed on my face if I stared at him for too long.
“Oh yeah,” he responded in a low tone.
“Good. I’m making lunch,” I responded nervously. Why did his presence make me so nervous? So hot and bothered.
I looked up and noticed that his gaze had darkened and that he was now eyeing me hungrily.
Why is it so hot in here? I smiled nervously.
He held my gaze as he slowly walked around the kitchen island towards me without a word. We were standing face to face. The look in his eyes was intense, so much that I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to, especially not when he slowly leaned down toward me.
The air was charged with electricity.
I took a step back, and he followed me step by step until my butt hit the edge of the countertop behind me and I had nowhere else to run.
Holding me captive in his gaze he placed both his hands on the counter on either side of my body.
He leaned closer toward me stopping when his face was an inch away from my own. My heart raced in my chest as I searched his eyes and he searched mine.
I swallowed nervously and absentmindedly nibbled on my bottom lip. His eyes fell to my mouth, and he moved in slowly to place his lips softly on mine. The initial contact was tentative and felt like an intimate caress. My eyes fluttered closed, and I felt the heat of his body down to my toes.
He pulled back, and we locked eyes again searching…. Did you feel that too? I think the earth moved.
He stepped closer to me still. No air between us.
Unable to deny the sexual tension anymore we dove in for more and moved into each other’s arms simultaneously. My arms wrapped around his neck and his hands grabbed me around my waist and up my back. I couldn’t get enough of him.
I was lost in his kiss. His masculine scent enveloped me, drowning me in everything that was him as he lifted me to sit on the edge of the counter placing himself between my legs.
“Yes, closer,” I whispered as I brought my thighs upward to wrap around his waist.
Our breathing heavy. He moaned. I moaned. His hands reached under my shirt and swiftly lifted it over my head. Our mouths reconnected again. His pants left nothing to the imagination as he pressed his hardness against my center. My head fell back as he ran his mouth over the side of my neck.
There was nothing but this moment.
Right here. Right now.
Nothing else mattered.
The world outside this space ceased to exist. All I knew was the feel of his mouth… his hands… and this overwhelming need to mold my body against his until we as individuals no longer existed.
I needed to feel him like I needed to breathe.
My hands were buried in his hair like I could kiss him deeper this way. Our mouths fit at a perfect angle. Devouring each other equally, and then slowly coming to a stop. Gasping for air, he rested his forehead against mine.
“I need you,” he whispered. “And I don’t think I have ever wanted anything this badly. Please say yes.”
“Hell yes.”
He smiled and gently kissed the tip of my nose. He carefully stepped back and helped me down from the counter, where he had just rubbed himself between my legs. Hyun-Li took my hands in his as he slowly walked back toward the bedroom.
Our eyes locked.
We made it to the hallway before he backed me up against the wall and kissed me again. The fire ignited as we stripped away the last of our clothes, never quite making it to the bedroom, never quite wanting to. Hyun-Li bent down and latched onto my breast bringing a moan from deep in my chest.
HYUN-LI
“Are you sure?” I asked again.
In response, she placed her hands on either side of my face and tugged at my bottom lip with her teeth. That drove me over the edge.
I groaned and leaned into Monique to steal her mouth in another heated kiss that had her swaying on her feet. Her kisses were like liquor. Intoxicating.
I looked into her passionate gaze, and my body throbbed. She makes me feel alive and incredibly desirable all at the same time. It had been years since I have felt this way.
This is so refreshing. No woman had ever kissed me without an agenda or ulterior motive. I wanted to lose myself in this feeling. It felt good to be desired as a man, not an idol. Just this once.
When I kissed my way from her breasts down across her curvy abdomen, she didn’t stop me. She was struggling to support her own weight against the wall as it was. My lips disappeared at the juncture of her thighs, and she cried out, sobbing from the pleasure of my assault.
Yet I didn’t let up.
I wanted to please her. I was determined to pleasure her with as much as she could take. I started with one finger and then two.
MONIQUE
His fingers filled me with a prelude to the real deal and had me thrusting my hips against his hand, desperate to be released from the cascade of feelings building inside me.
Clinging to him, I called his name, “Hyun-Li!”, and he obliged me, setting every inch of me on fire with the feel of his silken tongue on my most sensitive of places.
Between his fingers inside me and his tongue licking, I shattered and shouted my release yet again. My legs were shaking, and I was barely able to stand, but he was sliding back up my body and devouring my mouth once again, reigniting the fire.
Suddenly, he broke the kiss and placed his forehead against mine, breathing hard and looking deep into my eye. “Bed. Now.”
We briefly separated and rounded the corner to the master bedroom. The king size bed beckoned us to its comfort.
We were already naked, so I backed him up to the edge of the bed and lowered my mouth to his swollen erection. His shaft was long, thick, and heavy. The head was slick with drops of liquid that I licked before taking its entirety into my mouth. He had a sweet and savory flavor - all man.
He sucked in a lungful of air as he watched me with his mouth open. “Oh my god, Monique, you have to stop before I blow my top too soon. I have other plans for you,” he whispered, “some of which require you to turn around and bend over. Can you do that for me, baby?” he asked, and I whimpered.
I was so turned on that I shivered as I hurried to obey his bidding.
I was insatiable. Twice already and I felt the yearning building in me again. I felt starved and desperate for his touch. I wasn’t sure what was happening to me, but between the contrast of our skin each time he touched me, and the way that his hands and lips felt on my body, I knew I was falling for this man hard and fast and with a willing vulnerability that was surprising.
But I didn’t care. For some strange reason, I trusted him just the same as he had trusted me.
So we switched places as I turned to place my hands on the mattress. When I turned, he wrapped o
ne arm around my waist and placed his lips on the back of my neck. I arched into his embrace and felt him position himself behind me.
I was lost.
He was gentle, at least initially anyway, as he slid himself right in for a snug fit. I like the way he groans my name as he fills me, “Monique.” Never had my name sounded so good from another person’s lips.
He slid himself in and out, each thrust slow and strong. Then deeper. And faster. He grew wild, and I was consumed, meeting him thrust for thrust.
He feels so good.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out for long, not with him moving inside me like this. The sheer joy and pleasure of our slick bodies joining and separating then joining again was overwhelming my senses.
I wanted him.
He needed me.
HYUN-LI
“I need you,” escapes my lips as I take her. I have both hands locked onto her hips and lose myself in the magic of Monique’s wetness.
What I thought was my misfortune turned into my salvation. She saved me.
If I hadn’t been chased? If I hadn’t hidden by that pillar in the garage? I would never have met Monique. In all the countries, cities, airports, and garage floors in the world, we crossed paths.
MONIQUE
I discovered that my legs weren’t as strong as I thought, and they grew weak as he took me.
But he didn’t mind.
With a final bite to my neck, he turned me around and looked into my eyes, laying me back onto the bed as he wrapped my legs around his hips and he buried himself deep inside me again.
He didn’t look away once.
Hyun-Li bit his bottom lip as he forced himself to hold back. His pace and thrust were painstakingly slow this time. I saw the need in his eyes, and I was overcome. Never had I felt more desired and needed than at that moment. His eyes searched mine, taking joy in my pleasure.
I saw his heart in his eyes. All the heartache and pain went away for one night. When he squeezed his eyes shut and yelled out in Korean, my breath caught in my chest. The tears fell as I found release again. I’m caught in the moment by the man who I had saved that day.
EPILOGUE
HYUN-LI
Goodbye is never really the end unless we choose it to be so. And I was not ready for my time with Monique to end.
I spent my two-week get-away with Monique in Indianapolis, a quiet place. I would like to think that she was good for my emotional and physical healing. I couldn’t deny that my ex had left a scar wide and deep in my life, and Monique was patient and very understanding.
We weren’t sure how we were going to make it work, but we were determined to try somehow, someway. We both found something in each other.
It had taken five days before the snow and ice had cleared up enough for us to leave the house. And another full week before we decided to venture out of our happy little fantasy life.
But during that time, we had stayed lost in each other, pausing only enough to eat and sleep at times. We spent long hours talking about life, our past and our future.
MONIQUE
Hyun-Li had been through a lot in the past two years, and I felt sympathetic to all the pain he had endured. I had learned a lot about him over the last two weeks: his true relationship with his ex, the multiple legal battles, and all the turmoil he had suffered. I loved him through the pain as he figured out how to move forward with his life.
But we had to return to reality sooner or later.
First, the phone service was restored, then the internet, and television.
The news stations were all broadcasting the security footage in the airport that day, which had captured the chase and our escape from the garage. After which it was just a matter of picking up the men and questioning them.
Once the phone and internet service was restored, Hyun-Li contacted his frantic staff who had already flown a security team to collect him right away.
As to the men chasing him…
We found out that the men had already been arrested, but that still did not lessen the threat for Hyun-Li once he returned to Korea. His ex would stop at nothing, including sending men halfway around the world to kill him. As for myself, no one knew who I was, and we planned to keep it that way.
Today…
At this moment he is standing in my doorway with his forehead pressed against mine. Hyun-Li is kissing me one last time. “It’s too dangerous for me to continue to stay here, and I have to return to Korea to fix this mess. I would never be able to forgive myself if something ever happened to you, Monique.”
“I understand,” I sigh as I look at him one last time.
His security team showed up to drive him back to the airport, after which he was headed back to Seoul.
“I swear to you, Monique, once I get my life back in order I will return to you,” he says taking both my hands and kissing them gently.
I can’t wait.
THE END
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CHAPTER 1
Meanwhile, back in South Korea.
CHE-RIN
“Where is Hyun-Li?” She screamed into the phone.
“I’m sorry ma’am. We encountered some unforeseen interference. We lost him, but we’ll find him and finish the job. As soon as this blizzard ends….” The agents were doing their best, but it wasn’t good enough for her.
“What do you mean you lost him?” She said, pacing the floor. “You IDIOTS! I asked you to do one simple thing, and you can’t even get that right!” Her lips pressed into a thin line, she was furious.
“Yes ma’am, but we’ll catch him.”
“How much easier could I have made it for you? I put you on the same plane, in the same city, and you let him get away! What the hell am I paying you for?” she said through clenched teeth.
“We’ll finish the job, I swear.” The agent pleaded, knowing the consequences if he didn’t.
“You better.” She threatened before hanging up the phone.
A person just can’t find good help these days.
She thought Hyun-Li would be pressured into doing the right thing and taking responsibility for the baby once she let the Korean media in on her little secret. Unfortunately for the mafia princess, he’d caused her further embarrassment by not claiming her child and leaving the country.
Pacing the floor of her home office, she screamed, “Stupid son of a…”
BONG-KI
THE BODYGUARD
“Stupid son of a…”
Bong-Ki could hear her screams from the second-floor study.
“Here we go again.” The bodyguard sighed as he neatly folded the newspaper he’d been reading back into its original shape. Bong-Ki was the personal bodyguard of the most spoiled rotten woman in the world - Che-Rin. The little mafia princess was well known for her regular fits of rage. When she didn’t get her way, everyone was bound to feel the fury. Maybe it had something to do with her father’s blood in her veins but one thing was for sure, no one wanted to be on the receiving end of these wildly explosive temper tantrums.
Bong-Ki had been her bodyguard for five years now and was used to her hotheaded hysterics. Being used to it didn’t mean he was all that fond of them, though. Nonetheless, despite all the drama, they had become good friends over the years, and she trusted him with her safety and her life. Able to withstand her violent tantrums, the boss rewarded him with a massive salary as compensation for his endurance and discretion.
His secret? He was the only one who mastered the antidote to her madness, and he was not afraid to use it.
He knew what she needed.
“Bong-Ki! Get in here now!” she yelled outside her office door. Her tone reflected her very irritable mood.
He didn’t say a word as he sprinted up the st
airs and made his way to her office. He could hear the anger in her voice and knew she was close to blowing her top. He knocked twice, opened the office door and stepped inside, ready to face her fury.
“What took you so long? Hurry up and lock the door!” she roared, vicious eyes narrowing on him.
He had just closed and locked the heavy door when a vase sailed through the air and smashed into the wood panel next to his head. He never said a word as he quickly shifted his upper body to the side. The porcelain pieces shattered on impact but missed him by an inch. It wasn’t the first time she’d thrown something at him, but he knew she didn’t mean it. When she was hurt, he was always the first person she called.
He waited for what was next.
She started screaming. “When I call, you better run! I could have been dead by now!” She raised a hand to strike him across the face.
Bong-Ki caught her arm mid-air and lifted an eyebrow in response.
“What the… how dare you!” She yelled as her other arm came up to catch his face from the other side.
Bong-Ki was six-foot-two inches of solid Asian muscle. He’d been trained in various forms of martial arts and combat. He was determined not to let some fiery bombshell, like Che-Rin, to get the best of him.
Do you want to dance? Okay, let’s dance.
This is what she wanted, though. This was exactly what she needed from him. It was a game they often played.
Using his years of experience, he expertly blocked the second blow, turned her around, and gently twisted her arms behind her back in a secure hold. She protested loudly at being handled like some groupie by kicking back and trying to twist herself out of his grip. Fortunately, he was much, much stronger than her. She could try to worm her way out of this, but he wouldn’t let her break out of his grip so easily.
They had danced this dance many times before.
He forcefully walked her forward until the front of her hips pressed to the edge of the solid desk. To prevent her from causing any injury to herself, or him, he used his upper body to push against her back until her chest touched the desk’s surface.