Touch Therapy: Where Hands Go, Bodies Beg-Chapter 373 - 372: Royal Treatment (2)

"Mmph... Yurin, that’s..."

Joon-ho’s words caught in his throat as she took him deeper, her jaw relaxing to accommodate more of his length. She looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, maintaining eye contact even with her mouth full, her gaze communicating desire and a new kind of confidence.

"Your tongue... the way you’re using it..." His breathing was ragged now, his hips beginning to move involuntarily. "Did Chae-won teach you this?"

Yurin pulled back slightly, releasing him with a wet pop, her hand continuing to stroke him. "She taught me the technique," she admitted, her voice husky with arousal, "but the enthusiasm is all mine. Do you like it?"

"I love it." Joon-ho’s hand tangled in her hair, not forcing her head down but grounding himself against her touch. "You’re incredible. I’ve never had anyone... take their time like this."

"Then let me show you more." Yurin’s lips curved into a smile before she descended again.

This time, she was more aggressive. She took him deep, her nose brushing against the base of his shaft, her throat opening to accommodate his thickness. She held him there, breathing through her nose, her eyes never leaving his, before slowly pulling back, her lips creating suction that made his balls tighten.

"Fuck..." The word escaped him on a ragged breath. "Yurin, if you keep this up, I’m not going to last."

"Don’t hold back." She murmured against the head of his cock, her tongue swirling in teasing patterns. "I want to taste you. I want to swallow everything you give me."

She resumed her efforts, increasing the tempo now, her hand stroking his shaft in time with the movements of her mouth. Up and down, her lips gliding along his length, her tongue pressing against sensitive spots, her hand squeezing and pumping. Joon-ho’s hips began to thrust, meeting her movements with increasing urgency, his body responding to the pleasure building within him.

"Yurin... I’m close..." His warning came through gritted teeth. "If you don’t want it in your mouth..."

"Give it to me." She pulled back just enough to speak, her hand never stopping its motion. "Cum in my mouth, Joon-ho. Let me taste you."

That was all the encouragement he needed. With a guttural groan, Joon-ho’s hips bucked forward, and he began to release. Thick spurts of cum erupted from his cock, coating Yurin’s tongue, filling her mouth with warmth and salt. She swallowed eagerly, her throat working to take every drop, her lips sealed around the head to ensure nothing escaped.

The sight of her swallowing his release, her eyes fixed on his with undisguised hunger, made his orgasm more intense. His body shook, his fingers dug into her scalp, and he poured himself into her mouth, giving her everything he had.

When he was finally spent, his cock softening slightly between her lips, Yurin pulled back slowly. She licked her lips, savoring the lingering taste, then smiled up at him with satisfaction.

"Delicious." The word was a purr, heavy with implication. "I could get used to having you in my mouth."

Joon-ho sank onto the sofa behind him, his legs unsteady, his breathing still ragged. "You’re dangerous, Yurin. Absolutely dangerous."

Yurin rose gracefully to her feet, moving to straddle his lap. Her pussy was already wet, her body aching for more, and she wasn’t done with him yet. Not by a long shot.

"I think you can handle me." She whispered, pressing her body against his, her breasts flattening against his chest. "Besides, I know you’re not finished yet. I can feel it against me."

Her hand moved between their bodies, finding his cock and beginning to stroke it back to full hardness. Joon-ho groaned at the stimulation, his hands settling on her waist, then sliding down to cup her ass, squeezing the firm flesh.

"You’re not wearing anything under that dress, are you?" His fingers traced the edge of her panties, teasing the skin beneath. "Just this scrap of lace..."

"Do you like it?" Yurin shifted her position, grinding herself against his growing erection. "Chae-won picked it out. She said men appreciate when a woman knows how to present herself."

"She was right." Joon-ho’s hands moved beneath the lace, caressing the bare skin of her ass. "But I’d like it better if it was on the floor."

Yurin laughed softly, a sound of genuine amusement and arousal. "Then help me out of it."

Joon-ho didn’t need to be asked twice. His fingers hooked the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her hips. Yurin lifted herself slightly to facilitate their removal, and soon the lace was discarded, leaving her completely naked in his lap.

She straddled him properly now, her knees on either side of his thighs, her pussy positioned directly over his erect cock. The position was intimate, their bodies aligned, ready to join.

"You’re wet." Joon-ho observed, his fingers sliding through her folds, gathering her moisture. "So wet for me."

"I’ve been wet since we left Dong’s mansion." Yurin admitted, her breath catching as his fingers brushed her clit. "Watching you and Dong play, knowing what tonight would bring... I’ve been aching for this."

"So have I." Joon-ho positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her wet opening. "Are you ready?"

Yurin nodded, her eyes locking with his. "I’ve never been more ready."

Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, taking him inch by inch. The feeling of being stretched, filled, completed—there was nothing like it. She gasped as he entered her, her head falling back, her back arching, her inner muscles instinctively clenching around him.

"You feel so good inside me." She murmured, her voice breathless with pleasure. "Like you were made to fill me."

"You’re tight." Joon-ho’s hands gripped her waist, helping her find her rhythm. "So tight around me."

Yurin began to move, rising and falling on his cock, her movements deliberate at first as she adjusted to his size. Each downward thrust made her gasp, each upward slide created a delicious friction that built pleasure throughout her body.

"Like this?" She asked, her voice breathless. "Am I doing it right?"

"Perfect." Joon-ho’s hands moved from her waist to her breasts, cupping them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. "You’re a natural, Yurin. Absolutely perfect."

She increased her tempo, her hips grinding in circles that created new sensations. The angle allowed her to take him incredibly deep, and each movement made her body sing with pleasure. Her moans filled the room, unrestrained and passionate, as she abandoned herself to the feelings surging through her.

"I want more." She demanded, her voice thick with need. "I want you to take charge. I want you to fuck me."

Joon-ho responded by gripping her hips and thrusting upward, meeting her movements with force. The change in pace made Yurin cry out, her body arching, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"As you wish." His voice was rough with desire. "Hang on."

He began to move in earnest now, his hips driving upward, burying himself inside her with each thrust. Yurin met him, her body moving in perfect synchronization with his, their coupling becoming a dance of mutual pleasure.

The sound of their bodies coming together—the slap of skin against skin, the wet sounds of their joining—filled the penthouse. Yurin’s moans grew louder, more desperate, as pleasure built toward something inevitable.

"Joon-ho... I’m close..." Her warning came through gasps, her body trembling with approaching release. "So close..."

"Look at me." He commanded, his eyes locked on hers. "I want to see your face when you cum."

Yurin forced her eyes open, meeting his gaze, and the connection between them was electric. She continued to move, riding him with everything she had, her body demanding release, her heart pounding with need.

With a cry that echoed through the room, her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy convulsed around him, her muscles clenching rhythmically, her entire body shaking with the intensity of her release. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through her, making her vision blur, her legs tremble, her entire being focused on the sensation of being filled, possessed, completely undone.

Joon-ho didn’t stop. He continued to thrust through her climax, prolonging her pleasure, drawing out every spasm, every gasp, every tremor. And then, with a guttural groan of his own, he reached his peak, burying himself deep inside her and releasing, filling her with warmth that spread through her entire body.

They stayed like that for long minutes, their bodies still joined, their breathing gradually returning to normal. Yurin collapsed forward onto his chest, her muscles limp with satisfaction, her heart slowly settling into a regular rhythm.

"That was..." She began, but couldn’t find words to describe what they’d shared.

"Incredible." Joon-ho finished for her, his arms wrapping around her, holding her close. "Absolutely incredible."