Touch Therapy: Where Hands Go, Bodies Beg

Mirae was still shaking when he grabbed her waist.

Her arms collapsed beneath her, body limp from the orgasm that had just gutted her. But Joon-ho wasn't finished. Not even close.

Without pulling out, he lifted her.

Her breath caught as she rose into the air—his cock still buried deep inside her slick, spasming pussy. She gasped, arms instinctively wrapping around his neck, legs hanging useless.

Then—he sat back on the massage chair.

And lowered her onto his lap.

She landed with a wet, heavy squelch—his cock impaling her all over again.

"A-ah—!" she cried out, clinging tighter, forehead against his collarbone.

Her walls clenched around him.

"Still so sensitive," he whispered, kissing her temple. "But you're not letting go."

She didn't.

She rocked instead—softly, hips twitching against him.

Her arms looped around his shoulders, face buried in his neck, breasts pressed to his chest. She kissed his skin—soft, wet kisses just beneath his ear, between moans.

"I love this," she breathed. "I love… fucking with you…"

He groaned, gripping her ass, guiding her hips in small circles. "Say it again."

"I love this… I love your cock inside me… I never want to leave…"

"You're not going anywhere," he growled, biting her shoulder gently. "Not until I cum so deep you taste it in your dreams."

She gasped—then tightened around him, pussy fluttering with anticipation.

Her thighs wrapped around his waist, ankles hooking behind him.

A leg-lock.

"Don't pull out," she whispered. "Please—don't…"

"You want me to fill you?"

"Yes—please—I want to feel it drip out when I walk—"

He thrust up.

Hard.

Her entire body convulsed.

"Oh—fuck—!"

One, two, three deep strokes—and he exploded inside her.

Thick, hot pulses of cum shot deep into her womb, filling her to the brim. Her pussy clenched and sucked at him like it didn't want to miss a drop.

She came again—just from the sensation.

The warmth. The closeness. The claim.

She held him tighter as her orgasm washed over her like a wave. Her legs shook. Her moans turned into whimpers.

He didn't move.

Neither did she.

They stayed like that—cock still inside, her cunt soaking, filled—until her body stopped trembling.

She breathed out slowly, face resting against his neck.

"…You came so much," she whispered shyly.

"You needed it."

"I did…"

She leaned back slightly, just enough to look him in the eye. Her cheeks were flushed. Hair wild. Eyes soft.

"…I didn't know sex could feel like this."

He smiled, brushing a thumb across her lips.

"Therapy," he whispered.

She giggled softly, covering her face with one hand.

"I feel… light. Like I could float."

"No headache?"

"Gone."

"No tension?"

"Just the right kind." She winked, wiggling slightly, grinding his softening cock inside her one last time.

He grunted.

"Careful. You'll start another session."

She kissed him again. Slower this time. Warm. Deep.

But then… she paused.

Realizing.

"…I can't believe I did that," she whispered, eyes wide. "I let you… I begged you…"

She squirmed—but didn't move off his lap.

"Regret it?"

"…No," she said quietly. "I just… I've never let anyone see that side of me."

"You didn't let me," he said, voice steady. "Your body did."

She shivered.

"But you liked it."

She nodded, slow. Shy. Still clinging to him, filled, flushed, and for once—completely herself.