Page 12 of When Worlds Collide
“Always,” I groaned, lost somewhere in between the way the water pounded down my sensitised skin, and the way Jihoon played my body like an instrument.
“Hands on the wall, jagiya,” he murmured in my ear, removing his hand from between my legs.
Dazedly, I did as he instructed, lifting my limp arms to lay my palms flat against the cool tiles.
Behind me, Jihoon put his hands on my hips and slid his leg in between mine, nudging them further apart, before he ran one palm down to my thigh, lifting my leg to put my foot on the low bench that ran along the wall.
“Very considerate of them to put that there,” his breath tickled my skin as he gently nipped at my throat. I could only pant in response, especially as I felt him lining himself up at my entrance, before he gripped my hips.
“I love you,” he said firmly, just as he pushed inside of me in one, long, fluid thrust, and had he not been holding onto me, I would have fallen forward.
I cried out, the sound echoing slightly in the shower cubicle. It was oddly erotic.
For a breathless moment, neither of us moved. His chest pressed against my back, damp and burning hot, and I felt every inch of him trembling with restraint. Jihoon buried his face against my shoulder, exhaling shakily as his fingers flexed on my hips, grounding himself, the calm before the storm, and I was glad of the reprieve as my body acclimatised to having him inside me.
Then he began to move. Slow at first. Measured, and controlled. As though he didn’t want to rush, as though he was memorizing every reaction he drew from me. The friction was maddening. I was pinned in this position, only capable of moving my hips slightly to chase the crescendo that had begun to build again. Each deep roll of his hips sent sparks dancing across my skin. My hands braced against the wall, slick with steam and sweat, as heat pooled low in my belly, coiling tighter with each thrust.
I whimpered his name, and it unravelled something in him. He growled low, the sound reverberating against my spine, and his rhythm quickened, losing that careful, measured precision, his movements more erratic and wild.
In this position I couldn’t move. Jihoon’s hands gripped me so thoroughly and with my hands up against the wall, all I could do was take it. Every sensation was wrung from my body, and it wasn’t long before I found myself on that edge again.
A cry tore from my throat as I shattered around him, my whole body clenching and unclenching in pulsing waves so overwhelming my knees buckled. Jihoon held me tightly to him as he groaned behind me, driving into me once, twice morebefore following me over the edge. His fingers dug into my hips, anchoring us both as we came apart together.
For a moment, there was only the sound of our breathing, shaky, uneven, like we’d both forgotten how. I felt him behind me, chest rising and falling, pressing against me so closely that not even the water that continued to careen over us could pass between.
His arms moved from my hips to slide around my waist, losing their bruising grip, but not letting me go. His hot mouth pressed soft kisses to the curve of my shoulder, almost reverent.
“I don’t think I can move my legs,” I murmured.
He exhaled a low, shaky laugh. “Same.”
I sighed, leaning my head back to rest against him. “Do you think the people in the other rooms heard?”
“Let them hear how hard I worked.”
I twisted in the circle of his arms, just enough to see the lazy, self-satisfied smirk that pulled his lips up in that lopsided smile that never failed to put butterflies in my belly.
His hair was plastered to his forehead, and he looked so… wild, and un-put-together in a way I rarely saw him. I don’t think I’d ever seen him more smug… or more beautiful.
“So boastful,” I murmured.
“I love you.”
There it was again. The words so quiet, but the look on his face…
“I love you too,” and it felt like the words had to fight their way past the lump that had formed in my throat.
He kissed me then, his warm, soft lips moulding to mine so perfectly, moving to a rhythm our bodies had instinctively created. It was the kind of kiss that said we had all the time in the world. And now, maybe we did.
“We really shouldn’t make that a habit,” I said, running my fingers over his where they rested against my sternum as we lay in bed a little while later, fresh and dry from our shower.
“Hmm?” He sounded sleepy. He hadn’t gotten nearly as much sleep as I had today, and after a quick dinner from room service, we had decided sleep was the priority. That, and it was creeping up on midnight now.
“You know,” I prompted, hoping he wouldn’t make me actually say it, “in the shower. I’m on birth control, but… still.”
Not long after Jihoon and I had first slept together, Becka had marched me down to the family planning clinic, where I’d promptly gotten the contraceptive shot. I was covered for another month, and then… well, I’d have to figure it out.
“Oh.” His fingers stilled. “I didn’t think. But, you’re covered?”
