Page 31 of From Paris to Seoul

In the soft glow from the window, I traced the rise and fall of her chest, the way her skin shimmered with heat, the way her body reacted to every slow, deliberate movement of the toy. I kept going, teasing her, pulling her closer and closer to the edge.

“Baekhyun… please… what… ah—”

Her voice broke as her body tensed, then trembled, and finally shattered again. I felt the quiver in her thighs, the way her breath came in ragged, uneven gasps.

At this point, I’m pretty sure at least one of the neighbors has an idea of what we’re doing. I never imagined Seo-yeon could be this loud—and the thought fills me with satisfaction, knowing I’m likely the one to bring out this side of her.

Smirking, I leaned down, brushing my lips against her ear. “That’s two,” I murmured, voice thick with amusement. “Think you can handle another?”

“Oh, you sound cocky now, don’t you?” she teased, stretching up and pinning me down despite her still-ragged breath.

She reached for the condom on the nightstand and rolled it onto my hardened length. The sensation of her touch alone sent a surge of pleasure through me, drawing a string of incoherent murmurs from my lips.

I saw her grin—like she knew exactly which buttons to press.

“Seo-yeon…” My voice was half a whisper, half a plea as I tried to sit up and pull her into my arms. But she shook her head, pressing a hand against my chest, holding me down—keeping me beneath her.

Slowly, deliberately, she sank down onto me, taking me in inch by inch. I felt her warmth, her tightness and my hands instinctively gripped her hips, but she placed her palms over mine, lacing our fingers together as she set the pace.

“Guess I’m in your hands now,” I managed to say, my voice rough.

She smirked. Then she moved—rolling her hips in a way that made me curse under my breath. It took everything in me not to lose control too soon, but she felt too damn good.

Then she quickened her pace, her back arching beautifully. The gentle rise of her breasts moved with her, her long hair cascading forward, partially hiding her face.

I reached up, brushing her hair back so I could see her fully—see the way her lips parted, the pleasure written across her features. My hands slid down to her hips, guiding her as she rode me harder, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

I groaned, my fingers digging into her skin, the pressure building to an unbearable peak. So close now.

But I wasn’t done with her yet. Seizing the moment, I let my hand wander, tracing the soft contours of her core as she moved, determined to push her over the edge one more time.

And it worked—her body tensed, trembling uncontrollably as another wave of pleasure washed over her. The sight of her unraveling, mesmerizing even in the dim glow, pushed me past my limit. I felt the tight grip of her muscles around me, and with a final thrust, I found my own release.

She collapsed onto my chest, completely spent, like a rag doll.

“So, that’s three,” I murmured smugly, wrapping my arms around her, feeling the damp warmth of her skin against mine. She struggled to catch her breath, speechless—like an athlete who had just finished an intense race.

Suddenly, a couple of thuds echoed against the wall, followed by what sounded like a curse in French.

I bit back a laugh, and when I glanced at Seo-yeon, her face was once again turning bright red.

“I was too loud!” she whispered, horrified. I pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Maybe just a little,” I teased.

She groaned and buried her face in my chest. “This is so embarrassing.”

I chuckled, running my fingers through her hair. “Don’t worry. They’ll survive.”

She let out a dramatic sigh but relaxed against me, her breath warm against my skin. The room settled into a comfortable silence, the faint hum of the city beyond the window lulling us into stillness.

Eventually, exhaustion caught up to us, and with the warmth of her body against mine, I drifted off to sleep.

***

The soft light of early morning filtered through the window, casting a golden hue over the room. Seo-yeon was already awake, sitting at the edge of the bed, her back to me as she stared out at the view of Paris.

“You’re really leaving today,” I said, my voice still rough from sleep.

She turned to me with a small smile. “Yeah… still got some time before my flight. What do you want to do today?”

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