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Jinu wakes Rumi up with worshipful kisses, her soft mewls spurring him into a morning of slow, devoted intimacy.
"Good morning, sleepyhead." Jinu's voice was low, gravelly with sleep, but his hands were awake and already moving.
Rumi blinked, the dawn light filtering through the blinds painting stripes across Jinu's bare shoulders. She was pinned, his palms flat and warm on her hips, holding her gently but firmly against the mattress. Her breath hitched.
“I love waking up like this,” he murmured, his gaze locking with hers. It wasn’t just a look; it was a possession, a silent promise that this morning belonged to them. Rumi saw the intent in his eyes with the slow, deliberate hunger and her body answered before her mind could, a soft heat blooming low in her belly.
His lips found her neck first, a tender press that made her sigh. Then his mouth traveled lower, a trail of open-mouthed kisses that left a constellation of faint, pink marks full of hickeys of devotion all across her collarbone and the swell of her breasts. He didn't rush. Each kiss was a sentence, a paragraph of affection written on her skin.
You're so beautiful, he whispered against her sternum, his breath hot. Every part of you.
His praise, so simple and direct, sent a thrill straight through her. A praise kink, she thought, her cheeks flushing. His words were a physical touch, stirring the ache between her legs.
Jinu moved down her torso, his lips skating over her ribs, dipping into the shallow valley of her navel. Rumi's hands, which had been resting limply at her sides, now twisted in the sheets. A soft, involuntary sound escaped her a mewling, needy little noise.
Jinu paused, looking up from his path. “That sound,” he said, his voice thick. “It’s the best thing I’ve ever heard.” He was encouraged, spurred on by her vocal surrender.
He reached her thighs, his kisses now slower, more worshipful. He nuzzled the inside of one, then the other, his nose brushing the sensitive skin. Gentle biting followed was not completely painful, but playful, teasing nips that made her gasp and squirm. His hands slid from her hips to her inner thighs, spreading her open for him without force, just a guiding pressure.
“Jinu…” she breathed.
“I know,” he answered, his mouth so close to her core now she could feel the heat of his breath on her damp skin. “Let me see.”
He didn’t dive in. He teased. His thumb, slick with her own arousal, traced the outer folds of her pussy lips. They were already swollen, glistening with a clear, honeyed dew. My pussy is so wet, she thought, mortified and proud. It dripped, a single bead rolling down to the sheet beneath her.
He brought his face closer, not to taste yet, but to admire. “God, Rumi,” he groaned, the sound vibrating against her. “You’re dripping for me. It’s like… sweet cream.” Jinu used his words like a tool, describing her, praising her, making her feel exposed and exalted.
Then he began the pussy tease before penetration. His own erection, thick and hard, pressed against her leg. But he ignored it. Instead, he used the very tip of his cock, already beading with pearly pre-cum, to trace her outline. Jinu smeared the slickness over her outer lips, painting her with his own desire. The contact was electric. Schlick, a soft, wet sound as he slid up one side, then down the other.
“Does that feel good?” he asked, his voice casual, conversational, as if they were discussing the weather.
“Yes,” Rumi choked out.
“Tell me.”
“It’s… it’s making me ache. More.”
He smiled, a dark, satisfied curve of his lips. He prodded her clit with the broad head of his penis, not entering, just tapping. A light, playful spank against her sensitive flesh. Her hips jerked. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned.
He rubbed up and down, the motion spreading her lips wider. They parted gently, leaking more of her juices. Her clitoris, now fully engorged, pulsed under his attention. Jinu focused there, bumping into it, massaging it with the smooth crown of his cock. The rhythm was slow, maddening.
“I can feel you trembling,” he observed, still talking, his mouth now hovering right over her heat. “Your little clit is begging me to suck it. Isn’t it?”
Rumi couldn’t answer. Her body answered for her. A convulsion, a sharp, sudden contraction deep inside her womb, and then a flood—her first orgasm, triggered solely by his external teasing. It wasn’t thunderous; it was a sweet, shimmering release that washed through her, making her toes curl and her back arch off the bed. A gush of her own fluid, more than just wetness, soaked his hand and the sheets beneath.
“Look at that,” Jinu said, awed. He dipped his fingers into the pool of her arousal, gathering it, and then brought them to his mouth. He tasted her, his eyes closed in concentration. “So sweet. It makes me crazy.”
The taste seemed to intoxicate him. He finally lowered his mouth to her, his tongue finding her center. Eating pussy was not a frantic act; it was a leisurely feast. He licked broad strokes, savoring her flavor. Jinu sucked her clit into his mouth, his lips forming a tight seal, and flicked his tongue over the peak. He explored her, using his tongue to open her further, to find the hidden pockets of sensitivity.
His hands came up to intertwine with hers, their fingers lacing together beside her head. He held her hands down as he worked, a physical and emotional anchor. “You’re so good,” he praised between licks, his voice muffled by her flesh. “Taking this so well. Giving me all this… perfect juice.”
He added fingers as he licked. One, then two, probing into her vaginal entrance. She was loose, pliant from her first climax, but he focused on the stretch, the fullness. Jinu crooked them inside, searching, until he brushed a spot that made her cry out. Her G-spot. He worked it in tandem with his tongue on her clit, the dual stimulation building a second, deeper wave.
“I’m gonna… Jinu, I’m gonna squirt,” she warned, her voice ragged.
“Let it happen,” he commanded, gentle but firm. “Give it all to me.”
The orgasm built, a pressure unlike the first. It felt like a dam about to burst. His fingers moved faster inside her, his tongue relentless. Then it broke—a heavy, gushing squirt of clear fluid, not just from her vagina but from her urethra too. It soaked his face, his chin, dripped onto his chest. He didn’t pull away; he drank it, lapping at the source as Rumi trembled and moaned, her body contracting violently around his fingers.
When Rumi came down, panting, he kissed her inner thighs, her belly, working his way back up to her mouth. He tasted of her—that sweet, musky tang. He shared it with her in a deep, open kiss, their tongues mingling the flavor of her pleasure.
“Now,” he said, aligning his body over hers. “Now, it’s time for me.”
He positioned himself between her legs, his cock, now glistening with her fluids and his own, poised at her entrance. He didn’t push in. Jinu rubbed the tip up and down her slick folds again, re-igniting the sensitive nerves. “You’re so open for me,” he whispered. “So ready.”
Then, with a slow, inexorable pressure, he entered her.
The penetration was sweet, slow, and romantic. There was no frantic pounding. Jinu filled her, inch by inch, a feeling of perfect fullness that made her sigh with contentment. He settled into a missionary position, his body covering hers, their intertwined hands now pressed between the mattress and their clasped palms.
Jinu moved with a languid, deep rhythm. Each thrust was a full stroke, in to the hilt, then almost all the way out. The wet sound of their joining was loud in the quiet roo a testament to her continued, dripping arousal.
“You feel incredible,” he groaned into her ear, his hips rolling. “So tight and soft and wet. My good girl. My perfect girl.”
The praise wrapped around her, a cocoon of pleasure. Rumi felt her body beginning to climb again, a third peak building from the steady, deep stimulation. It was a vaginal orgasm, triggered by his persistent, perfect strokes inside her. Her muscles began to contract around him, rhythmic pulses that matched his thrusts.
“I’m coming again,” she whispered, her eyes wide, locked on his.
“Come with me,” he urged, his pace increasing slightly, a sweet urgency.
They climaxed together, a shared, shuddering release. He buried himself deep as he felt her convulse, and held there, spilling his own heat inside her in a post-orgasm creampie continuation. He didn’t pull out. Jinu stayed, welded to her, as their bodies cooled and their breaths slowed. The sensation of him still within her, softening but present, was a profound, skin-to-skin connection that extended the intimacy beyond the peak.
“Stay right there,” Rumi murmured, her hands tightening around his.