Surprised?

“I’m done with my shower,” Gaeul called out.

You closed the book you were reading. “Great, just give me a…”

Gaeul walked to her dresser in a full set of black lingerie: a lacey babydoll bra that clung to her petite chest, barely draping her slim waist, and a pair of knickers that hugged her hips and exposed her lean thighs. If your jaw could physically fall on the floor, it would have that very instant.

“Give you a what?,” she asked nonchalantly.

“You… I… uh…,” you fumbled, stuck in a moment of awe. Even if your eyes were plastered to her body, you were too distracted to notice walking towards you, until her barely exposed bellybutton was in front of you.

She pulled your chin up and lightly patted the side of your face. “Focus, baby. You were saying?,” she said with a mischievous smile.

“I was gonna, uh, say I will… take a bath now…,” you muttered, immediately running to the bathroom. Gaeul laughed as you scrambled away.

You’ve seen Gaeul in all manner of clothing – nothing at all included – but this was its own masterpiece.

When you got out of the bathroom, Gaeul laid on the bed scrolling through her phone. Her legs were crossed, smooth, waxed, and in full view, and her babydoll now fell to her sides, exposing her toned abdomen. But the real kicker were her half-moon reading glasses – a pair you’ve never seen before – that completed her seductive look.

Your erection pressed against the towel draped around your waist, fully visible. You tried to hide it behind your hands, though you weren’t quite sure she hadn’t noticed the reaction already.

You inhaled through your teeth. “Okay, what’s all this?”

“What’s what, honey?,” she asked innocently.

“I’ve literally never seen you wear that.”

Gaeul closed her book and sat on the side of the bed, crossing her legs and leaning her elbows on the bed. The black lace accentuated the porcelain skin on her shoulders, midriff, and thighs.

“Now you are,” she replied.

You walked up to her and dropped your towel in a single motion, flicking off your dick as it pooled on the floor.

“Already?,” she cooed.

“Ever seen me sleep in this?,” you taunted. She bit her lip and leaned forward, head in her hands.

“Not enough,” she purred, sliding a single finger under your shaft. You shivered and buckled your knees at the arousal – and Gaeul giggled approvingly, kissing your tip. You shivered as she tenderly wrapped her lips around your tip.

She let go of you with a string of saliva tethered to her lip. “You sleep like this around me, I’m gonna buy more lingerie to sleep in.”

“Deal,” you challenged. She stood up to meet your lips, her fingertips lightly brushing around your shaft.

“Maybe it’d even be fun to not fuck you if I did,” she teased. “Just feel you get hard to me. Feel your erection on my skin.”

You pushed her back on the bed aggressively, making her splay wide open on the bed. You grabbed the bottle of lube on a bedside table and tossed it beside her. “Try that and I’ll rip the pair you’re wearing on the spot,” you growled.

Gaeul shot a scowl at you, protectively covering her chest. “Hey! These things cost a lot more than you think.”

You flinched. “Okay, rewind.” You crawled on top of her, pinning her wrists down to the mattress. “Try that and I’ll… oh, whatever.”

You made out with Gaeul with gusto, cold saliva pooling on the sides of your lips, dripping down to hers.

“Someone’s excited,” Gaeul purred.

“God, of course, how could I not when you look so fucking hot,” you confessed. Gaeul smirked, worming her wrists from under your grasp. She grabbed the bottle you tossed and rubbed her hands generously with it, slowly dragging her hands down your chest.

“Keep talking,” she replied, pulling your chin down to push your foreheads together. She slid her hands downward, wrapping her slender fingers around your dangling length and jerking upwards. You instinctively started bucking your hips, humping her hands. “Don’t let me distract you.”

“You look so fucking good, babe,” you groaned, her stroking just slow enough to have you begging for more with your breath. “Do you… like wearing it?”

She chuckled. “Hell yes. You’re so fucking easy and I love it.”

“Thanks? Sounds like you’re making fu–”

Gaeul stroked harder, with a firmer grasp and a faster pace. “Keep going.”

You gritted your teeth. “Have I ever… told you how much I love your… legs?,” you said nonchalantly.

Gaeul’s ongoing attempt to seduce you completely broke down into laughter. “Hon, what the actual fuck,” she chortled. “You’re making this so hard!”

“Don’t let me distract you,” you mocked in a singsong voice. Gaeul rolled her eyes and made out with you again, likely an endearing way of saying “shut the fuck up.”

You sat up and slid your hands down to her hips, trying to find a hem to undo. A fair 10 seconds of failed attempts later, Gaeul yet again broke into laughter.

“Hon, I swear, you’re making me regret wearing this,” she whined.

“You said it was expensive!,” you rebutted. “I’m trying my best here.”

“Just play with my clit through the fabric, will you?”

“That doesn’t sound very hygienic.”

“I’ll clean it,” she growled.

You rammed your middle finger into her clit, the fabric warm and damp to the touch. Gaeul’s annoyance quickly shifted to pleasure, taking a deep, moaned breath in and out as you began to stimulate her.

“Oh yeah,” she moaned. “That feels different.”

“Different bad?”

“Different good,” she furrowed her brows. “Stop ruining the moment.”

You adjusted your position such that you locked Gaeul between your thighs. Being significantly bigger, you loomed over her frame. It was almost fun to handle her.

Just like now, as you grabbed her chest with your other hand. You searched for her nipple – very easy to feel through the lace – and began toying with the tender node between your fingers.

Gaeul, formerly in control, was now entirely in your grasp. She squirmed, craving for your finger to go in deeper, for your gentle flicking around to be more aggressive.

Last nail in the coffin was diving in to suck her other nipple with your tongue. You wet the fabric easily with spit (how could you not, Gaeul looking like an absolute work of art had you salivating), flicking your tongue just enough to break her demeanor.

“Fuck this,” she exclaimed, gathering the strength to flip you over. She sat firmly on your erection, feeling the moistness permeate through the fabric. “You gonna tease me like that? I’ll show you a tease.”

She turned around, to reveal what you just now realized you hadn’t seen: the babydoll and her lingerie exposed most of her lower back, low enough that you could see the dip leading down to her ass.

“Touch me and the deal’s off.”

“Okay,” you whimpered.

Gaeul slid off the strap of her babydoll on the left, then the right, rolling her shoulders to let them fall onto your belly. She rubbed her hands up her waist, feeling up her skin and spreading more of the lube over her.

She shifted her legs to half-squat on the bed, swaying her hips as she slowly removed her knickers, forcing out a moan from you as she ground on your cock. Gaeul giggled as she finally removed the last pieces of clothing on her skin. She looked over with low, sultry eyes, smirking behind her shoulder.

“How about I stroke you like this?,” she taunted. “Not so fun now, huh?”

“You’d be getting me off to your ass. And your back and your shoulders. Not a problem.”

“I know, but– okay, yeah, but like– oh, for fucks’ sake,” she scoffed, suddenly grabbing your cock with both hands, fingers clasped around each other.

“Wait,” you tried protesting, sensing the aggression in her grip, but it was too late. Gaeul began stroking you with enough speed and tightness that you shook moaned and groaned ever so indignantly into the ceiling. Past it you could hear Gaeul groan behind her gritted teeth, soft “yeahs” and “come ons.”

You twisted your shoulders, held yourself up by your elbows, but Gaeul had full control of you in that moment. And before you could warn her about the precum you could feel dribbling out of you, she abruptly stopped and slapped your erection.

“Ow! What the fuck?!,” you yelped.

Gaeul turned around, her bare tits pushed up by her crossed arms. She had a scowl on her face, but your eyes strayed downwards to her toned abs, her cute bellybutton, and the very light tuft above her pussy. Whatever she slapped out of you came right back up your shaft just by ogling at her. This was not something she caught, pushing you back down onto the bed when you tried to sit up to kiss her.

“You fucking deserved that,” she hissed.

“Babe, please,” you chuckled.

“No. What’s the point of trying to seduce you if you just make fun of me?,” she complained.

You sat yourself up again, leaning on your hands. “Because, babe, you don’t even have to try when you make me famished just be looking at you and you’re a whole damn meal.”

Gaeul’s cheeks flushed. She broke her stare into your unwavering gaze, visibly flustered by the comment. “Shut up,” she purred, “and lie down.”

Gaeul pulled you in for a deep, sloppy kiss, her tongue frantically pushing up on yours, any and all inhibitions thrown aside. Without warning, she let go of your lips and hovered her clearly drenched panties over your head.

“I’m afraid that you might actually kill me, Gaeul,” you warned. You imagined her rolling her eyes as she removed her panties, exposing her moist, glistening folds before your eyes.

“Maybe I ought to for that mouth of yours,” she sassed back. “Having said that…”

When she finally sat on your face, she let out a chesty hum, vibrating throughout her as you urged every muscle on your face to fully devour her pussy.

“Mmm, your tongue feels so fucking good,” she purred.

“Mmm-mmm mmm mmm mmm–” you attempted to retort, only making Gaeul laugh.

“Hon!,” she squealed, tickled by your mumbling and freeing your mouth to deliver your response.

You licked your lips. “Delicious. Even more than when I call you hot?”

She pinched your cheek aggressively. “Definitely more.” She rode you again, bickering now set aside for a single goal: get her juices in your mouth, and get her to cum as hard as you could make her.

“Oh fuck, yes, that feels so good, don’t you fucking stop,” Gaeul moaned, whining your name with every lick and suck you made. All you could do was moan into her core, your cock painfully erect from hearing – and tasting – her pleasure. And that was no challenge at all, gladly helping yourself to her folds and slit, letting all her juices flow down your cheeks. She moaned and groaned, and still you were left there, cock begging for stimulation.

Slowly, Gaeul dragged her hips harder on you, grabbing onto your hair with both hands while you pinned her legs with yours. She was small enough that you could even trap her thighs from moving entirely, and you did, only helping her reach her climax more steadily. But she resisted hard – not for a lack of wanting, but wanting more.

“Fuck this,” you said, pushing her of your mouth. “I wanna fuck you so bad.”

Gaeul smirked, rubbing her still damp core over your chin, chest, and belly, until she sat on top of your throbbing shaft. The heat and the slick was one thing, but Gaeul swaying her hips side to side and in circles over your cock was another, more unbearable thing.

“Let’s try this again, shall we?,” she smiled, lubing her hands up once again. She massaged her breasts, fingers impressed into both mounds. She moved her hands slowly down her abdomen and her navel – arguably your favorite part of her – down to her womb. With a single finger, she rubbed the underside of your tip, keeping the slit sensitive.

You felt yourself try to thrust, humping into nothing, and Gaeul prolonged her torment, even leaning back entirely to tighten the waist she knew you loved so much.

“Say it again,” she commanded.

“I wanna fuck you so bad.”

She reached around and massaged your balls. “So heavy. Say it again, baby.”

“Stop fucking teasing,” you groaned, teeth gritted.

Gaeul leaned into your ear. “Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah, oh!,” she moaned exaggeratedly, the erotic tone of her voice only keeping you rock hard. “God, hon, you’re so easy.”

“Easy for you to mock,” you hissed, licking her earlobe, “you surprise me every day with how hot you are.”

In one go, beaming at you gratuitous urging, Gaeul took your entire length, and the sensory overload might as well have been an out-of-body experience. You loudly gasped for air, making Gaeul laugh hard. Even in a candid moment, just the view of her petite breasts jiggling against her smooth abdomen kept you turned on.

You were just about ready to get up and toss her onto the bed before she started riding you aggressively. And she meant business, hammering herself into your hips loud, wet plaps that kept every inch of your cock wrapped in her tight yet slippery grip. This time, the moans were real.

“Fuck, the things I’d do for this dick,” she laughed, hair swaying about as she leaned over you. “Make me wear lingerie for this dick, keep myself waiting for this dick–”

“Laugh at my jokes for this dick?,” you joked, still gritting your teeth to mask your pleasure. Gaeul squealed with a nod.

You moved your hands to her hips, attempting to guide her speed; yet no matter how much you tried, she was determined to wring every last ounce of ecstasy out of you, and far too many times were you merely throwing your head back, hands grabbing the sheets, groaning as you fought back every urge to release.

She grabbed your hand to reach for her petite breasts, having you massage them with the full size and grip of them. Her nipples were too sensitive to twist around, but you knew just the right way to tease the rings around them. You grabbed her ass, another whole handful for you to grope and feel between your fingers, and her back arched as you held them tight.

More so than the movements of your hands, Gaeul was beautiful: the way her mouth and eyes contorted to your pleasing, the bouncing of her perky tits, the way her hair fell over her pearly skin, the neatly-trimmed tuft over her swelling folds.

“You’re so fucking hot, Gaeul,” you stared into her. “So perfect and so good.”

“Fuck, I love you”, she gasped, “love this cock, love your lame jokes, love how stupid you make me feel about you– fuck, I wanna cum so bad!”

Back and forth you fought over control of the ride, almost beyond what you could handle. You attempted to hold Gaeul down more fully by the hips to pump into her hard; she rebutted by grabbing your wrists and attempting to squat fully on the bed, several times after her legs would give way in between short bursts.

“Cum for me, Gaeul,” you groaned, already fighting off your climax. “Cum all over me. Don’t hold back–”

“No– fuck – cum together– please!”

Shockingly, the request was almost instantaneous. You felt your hips raise on their own, your shaft slowly run with fluid, before bursting into Gaeul – which all came out on your shaft thanks to her own wet orgasm.

The both of you twitched and groaned, tossing and turning at the shared stimulation. By the end of it, Gaeul laid on top you, collapsed with your length still very much inside her. You tried to reach over slowly to pull it out, but Gaeul suddenly swayed her hips again. Instinctively you bucked forward and she yelped, gripping on your arms by her nails. The sudden pain made you toss her off to the side, still giggling at your finale.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” you laughed weakly. “So fucking in love with you.”

Gaeul’s chest rose and fall as she stared up into the ceiling with you. “I love you too, hon.”

Laying down in the silence, Gaeul turned to you, eyes twinkling. “Guess what, hon.”

“Yeah?”

“I have three more pairs ready,” she teased, a mischievous grin hidden as she bit her lip. “And I kinda wanna give you a lapdance next time.” You felt your cock twitch, tuckered out but still very excited.

“Maybe tomorrow,” you sighed. “No promises I won’t motorboat you if you do though.”

Even if you shielded against her annoyed slap, it still stung.

God, you loved her.