My Korean Oppa Part 2

The elevator was tranquil; unlike my mind, that was replete with sensuous imagery. U-jin's hand resting on my waist protectively gave me butterflies. I hadn't felt this rush in a very long time.
A kiss on my cheek took me unawares; subsequently, he flashed a cute smile as our eyes met. I kept staring at him in awe. His wavy hair was slicked back except a couple of strands that framed his face. Fine lines popped near his eyes when he smiled. The Harry Potter spectacles, tattoos on his neck and his leather jacket made him look edgy.
Leaning down he whispered, “You are drooling. Don’t worry, I am all yours.” His smirk and his gaze said the unsaid. He transitioned from darling to dirty instantaneously; making me go weak in my knees.
Ding! The elevator came to a jerking halt snapping me out of my reverie. U-jin followed me as I fastidiously headed towards my unit.
Seeing this tall man lean against the door awakened the sex goddess within me. There was nothing I wanted more than ripping his clothes and feeling him.
An unexpected embrace from him stumped me. His hand traversed my arm stopping after he placed his hand over mine. He held it until I opened the door and let us inside.
“Not so soon, come here babe,” he said pulling me into a hug, cupped my face with his hand and pressed his lips on mine. I kissed him back and he kept deepening with fervour.
The lampshade that I left on illuminated our craving for the warmth emitted by skinship aka physical intimacy.
While caressing my cheek he said, “How I wish to feel every curve and crevice until the exhaustion washes ove…”
“Shh! Let’s just savour the time we have together,” I said making him shut up with a kiss
"Yes ma'am," he replied grinning against my lips. Meanwhile, he undid my trench coat and slid his fingers inside my blouse. His fingers lingered on my belly, gently tracing their way upwards.
His touch felt like my skin was being set ablaze. Gathering all my strength, I moved away from him.
“Not so soon, we still have the night to us,” I said taking off my shoes. Under the dim light of the chandelier, my dusky skin illuminated.
“How am I supposed to control when such a beauty stands in front of me,” U-jin said heading towards me, stripping simultaneously. I was transfixed by his beauty.
“Stop,” I asserted. He did.
“I want you to just look at me and not move until I say so,” I declared and wiggled out of my trousers and underwear. I took a seat on the window sill and spread my legs so he could see my glistening sex.
“You’re stretching it,” U-jin pouted.
“Stay still! I want to see how long can you wait for me,” I clapped back. Humorously. I then began touching myself the exact way I wanted him to. I played with myself—kneading my breasts, using a clitoral vibrator [I always keep one in the shelf by the window] while I fingered.
“Ah! This feels so good!”
“Oh, dearie me! Let me take over. It will be much better!”
It was quite difficult to fight the urge of having his fingers replace mine; however, I stuck to my guns. The room echoed with the sounds of my pleasure and his hungry and helpless groans. Instead of gradually increasing the speed, I set it to the highest. I could feel the arrival of pleasure wave as soon as my legs began convulsing.
“Uff! Having an audience certainly helped me,” I said smirking. "Oh no! It’s a mess! Why don't you help me clean it?"
Without losing time, U-jin walked over and knelt before me. His face was so close to my vagina that I could feel his breath. I shut my eyes hoping to feel him but he moved away.
“An eye for an eye babe,” he said in retaliation.