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"I love you."

Tae's words pulled at the emotional fibers of my being, my heart surging to my throat. I melted inside and averted his gaze. Was I ready to reciprocate it? Duh! He was my fiancee, I should absolutely say it back to him.

Then why did the words get caught in my throat? Was I second-guessing this whole marriage thing? These past three months we'd been dating felt like...well, honestly, it felt like we were dating. We had followed the typical timeline of getting to know each other while sharing experiences, we'd spent every weekend together deepening our connection, we'd met our respective circle of friends and family, and the trust between us had grown as we shared insights about our lives, values, and aspirations.

The plan to have a wedding, besides picking a date, had been an afterthought, at least in my mind. But now with those three little words that, believe me I longed to hear, it made it all so real to me.

This was it.

I willed myself to say it back to him, but I was afraid. There was no going back in this relationship once it was out there. This wasn't a flirting game between a waitress and a customer. If we truly loved each other, we were going to go into this long-term commitment and build a life together. Since I had never said the romantic phrase before, not to my ex-boyfriends, I wanted to be absolutely sure I was saying it for the right reasons.

"Tae..." I started, scrunching up my face tensely "...I've never...but you are definitely very special to me-"

"Jennie," he interrupted. His hands slid down to my shoulders, gently caressing my upper arms. My rapid breathing making me shake in his hold, I prayed I hadn't angered him or scared him off. "You don't have to say it back."

I stared at him blankly. "I don't?"

His lips tugged into his cute, rectangular smile. "I'd rather you say it when you're ready. Not because I said it first."

Placing my fingers on his arms, I lightly touched his elbows, softening my gaze at him. "I- I know you're probably tired of me taking things slow, but it's kind of scary..."

"Stop it. You're worth the wait."

Although the first part was said in his low, husky voice, the last part was filled with his dulcet tone. The sweet and soothing sound made me pool into a puddle, almost making me putty in his hands.

"I understand where you're coming from," he continued. "Even though I jumped the gun and proposed, I want what we have to be a steady kind of interest that grows over time. Not a wild, out-of-control attraction that burns out quickly."

I nodded. "I appreciate how you're handling this. I guess I need to process my feelings. I mean...I know we're getting married and it should be a no-brainer, but I need..."

"Time."

The word hung between us. He gave me a sweet kiss on the forehead. Just to show his presence. Just to show he cared.

"Just a little more," I added, my voice quivering with emotion.

My eyes glistened as I looked up at him, knowing this man deserved the whole world. And if the woman he loved didn't love him back, we shouldn't play around and pretend wedding days were ahead. It wouldn't be fair if I wasn't open and honest in my communication with him.

Soon.

~~~~~~~

Not soon after that hike, my friends and I gathered at a sports bar in the Itaewon district to watch the LG Twins play the Kia Tigers in the KBO Championship Series. Sitting on stools at a hi-top table, we stared at the big screen TV on the wall of the crowded bar full of Twins pinstripes and Tigers red.

Cheers erupted when Kim Haseong hit a home run scoring three for the Twins. I enthusiastically high-fived everyone in my small group. Except Jisung who was a Tigers fan. When I turned to taunt him instead, I caught a glimpse of the main door, my face lighting up as Tae walked in and approached our table.

"And during game one of the Korean series, Kim Taehyung walked into a bar," I mumbled loud enough for Jisung to hear as I nudged him.

"I thought you didn't invite him because he doesn't drink?" he asked, gripping his bottle of beer.

"I didn't."

I waved Tae over and gave him a surprised look as he greeted everyone at the table, including me with a hug and kiss on my cheek. Turning to grab a stool for him, I instantly bombarded him with the obvious questions.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, knowing he thought baseball was boring.

He settled into his seat and placed an arm around my shoulder. "Just want to support my girl."

The way he tilted his head and pressed mine to his, kissing me lightly on the top, hardly helped my state of worry. "But...we're at a bar. And- and that's why I didn't invite you, babe."

His mouth turned up a fraction of an inch. "No worries. I want to be here for you. You do your thing and I'll just chill right next to you."

"You two are so cute!" Jisung blurted, obviously eavesdropping. "Jennie, you are lucky to have this man. Tae, what can I get you? My treat."

After Tae ordered a Coke, we settled into resuming the game, my mind tingling by how thoughtful he was being. Half the crowd cheered when the Tigers scored in the next inning. Jisung hooted and hollered, waving his baseball cap in the air.

"In your face, Jennie! The Tigers are making a comeback," he yelled, leaning a bit too far into my personal space.

"Don't worry! They'll put in Ryu Hyunjin and he'll close the door," I retorted.

Cut to a few minutes later, where us Twins fans had our heads down, dejected. Meanwhile, Jisung was beaming.

"Yes! Now it's five to three."

I leaned my head against Tae's shoulder who promptly touched my leg firmly in solidarity. "I don't wanna see them lose," I whined. "I'm leaving,"

My motion to get up was blocked when Tae tightened his grip on my knee. "What if the Twins make a comeback? You might regret it."

It took me a second to agree, although I still stuck out my tongue at him in defiance. Yet the very next inning I had to eat my words. With the Twins up to bat and a runner on first, the batter hit a long fly ball. The other fans in the bar and I rose to our feet as the ball landed...in the bleachers!

"Get in!" I shouted, pumping my fist in the air. I turned to hug Tae who was just as excited, then my other friends - except Jisung.

"It's only tied," he pointed out glumly.

"We never quit!" the Twins fans chanted.

However, a few of them did. The bar started to empty as the game dragged on into extra innings.

"The Twins could still win," Tae said hopefully, noticing how it was down to the three of us at the table.

"Who says no?" I asked rhetorically. "But it's already the twelfth inning. Don't you have to get up early for work, Tae?" He shrugged, his sacrifice admirable since I knew he had a solid bedtime and morning routine.

"Stay!" Jisung slightly slurred. "Don't want to kill the cat."

"What cat?" Tae quirked an eyebrow at him.

"It's a reference to Schrodinger's cat," I explained. "The theory is, if you place a cat and something that could kill the cat in a box and sealed it, you wouldn't know if the cat was dead or alive until you opened the box. So until the box is opened, the cat is in a sense both 'dead and alive.'"

"Jennie and I use it in baseball. If she leaves now she'll think the Twins neither won or lost. But if she stays and they lose..." Jisung emphasized his point by slamming his bottle on the wooden table "...then she killed the cat."

"But if you stay and they win, then the cat is alive," Tae reasoned with a wide smile.

I took a sip of my drink, having switched from a hard lemonade to an apple flavored prebiotic soda when Tae had arrived. "I like your positive attitude. Let's stay!" The three of us clinked our beverages.

Cut to the bottom of the thirteenth inning as I got up from my seat and gathered my things, frown on my face as well as Tae's. Jisung exaggeratedly waved to us as we left.

"Uh, buh-bye! Buh-bye now!" he taunted.

~~~~~~~

For game two of the seven-game series, Tae managed to snag tickets using his company's private box at the stadium. It was during that game as I watched him root for my team, dressed in red pinstripes that he eagerly wore, that a switch turned on for me.

Tae had returned from the concession stand and surprised me with a plastic helmet full of nachos. I thanked him and questioned why he didn't just get me a snack from the private box's provided menu.

"You mentioned another superstition you have is buying nachos when the Twins are losing," he said in between feeding me the cheesy chips. "So I went down to the concourse and found these. Let's hope it works!"

He cutely waggled his eyebrows at me and I showed my appreciation by feeding him too. We munched on the snack together as the next inning played out.

Wouldn't you know it? The superstition worked! The Twins scored four runs and I nearly spilled the nachos from all the jumping up and down in celebration.

Throughout the game, I gave Tae some sneaky stares, relishing the way he was making the effort to enjoy my hobby and stay by my side. I realized, with a goofy smile on my face, that baseball was an unpredictable game. But Tae in my life, would always be there for me. Baseball may break my heart, but deep down inside I knew Tae never would.

I thought of the way every time I saw him, my heart would forget how to beat for a second. And the way he laughed or the way his eyes lit up whenever we met for a date. So I decided right then and there to stop being foolish and finally say what I had been too scared to say.

Tae sighed when the Twins gave up another run, breaking through my romantic thoughts. Checking to see if we had some privacy in this suite, I mentally relaxed when I noticed only a few employees occupied the seats in the row in front of us to the far right.

"Kim Taehyung," I started. He gave me the side-eye, momentarily distracted by some activity on the field below us.

"Yes! Double out," he cheered, clapping his hands.

"Double play," I giggled, finding him even more adorable.

To get his attention again, I took his large hand in mine and placed it on my chest, right under my collarbone. "I appreciate what you do for me, Tae. So this is all for you."

He blinked a couple of times, sweeping down to where his hand was, before our eyes locked in understanding. "But we already went to second base," he deadpanned, his mouth curving into a playful smile.

I giggled and slapped his pecs, making him flinch. "No, you dork! You have my heart." I pressed him closer, his hand warm over my baseball jersey. "I'm letting you know you have access to my heart. And...I love you."

I finished my sentence by burying my head in his chest, sighing softly as he began to run his nails lightly up and down my back in quiet assurance.

"I love you, too, Jennie," he murmured into my hair.

Then he pulled back and bowed his head to claim my lips. I returned his kisses slowly, opening my lips to let his tongue glide inside. It was the "after saying I love you" kiss. Nothing else on earth could beat this feeling. Period.

The game ended with a loss for the Twins, but a definite win for me and Tae.

~~~~~~~

For the next four games, I planned more viewing parties at the sports bar. Of course, Tae joined in and was getting into the hype that the Twins could possibly win the championships after a twenty-five year drought. With the series tied at three games a piece, all they had to do was win game seven.

I couldn't trust myself if the Twins lost so I nixed the idea of a get together in a public place and only invited Tae over to my apartment. Being a casual baseball fan, and since she was family, I told Auntie too. She arrived in the fifth inning holding her tabby cat, Yeontang.

"Auntie, did the government guy from OSHA visit the cafe today?" I asked, tearing my eyes away from the TV.

"Yes. He said the door to the kitchen should swing out," she answered, settling into the recliner with Yeontang in her lap.

"But the FDA guy said it should swing in!"

This wasn't the first time government regulations hampered with our business and it made my blood boil. Auntie just shrugged and Tae, sitting to my right on the sofa, touched my arm lightly in a comforting way.

"Fine. When the FDA guy visits for an inspection, let's install a door that swings in. And for the OSHA guy, a door that swings out," I half-joked.

The sound of cheers suddenly came from the TV. "What is the manager doing? Don't take the pitcher out yet!" I yelled.

"Isn't Chan Hopark a starter?" Tae asked, picking up a bowl and rummaging through the candies.

I gave him an impressed smile. "You're right. He is. And I don't trust him. They shouldn't put him in a dirty inning." After a series of mishaps, I threw a small pillow from my sofa onto the floor in frustration. "Ugh, how did they score two on a wild pitch?"

Despite the blooper-filled inning, the Twins were still leading 6-3, filling my nervous state with hope. "What do you think, Auntie? Close the cafe so we can all celebrate tomorrow?" I asked, facetiously.

"Maybe," she answered, which made Tae and I stare at each other in disbelief.

"Three run lead. It should be enough. They'll put Ryu in and he'll close the door," Tae said to no one in particular.

I agreed with him and patted his thick thigh in exhilaration. The buzz from the Tigers stadium could be felt through the screen, matching the high I was feeling and it was obvious Tae was just as excited.

"Good! Then I can go to bed," Auntie yawned from her corner.

I was about to say something about her being old when Tae nudging me got my attention. "What if we promise to get matching tattoos of the Twins logo if they win? Wouldn't that be wild?"

My jaw dropped slightly in shock. "You do not look like the type to get a tattoo."

"I would only get one somewhere it doesn't show."

"Yeah, right," I scoffed.

He shrugged. "Maybe I'm just slaphappy from the excitement," he grinned.

I nodded in agreement, eyes glued to the TV as Ryu took the mound. Then Tae murmured in my ear in a voice that was equal parts flirty and sultry.

"Where should I get it? My left hip? Under my belly button? Inner part of my thigh?"

Still staring at the TV, my brain short circuited at each mention of Tae's body parts. I pictured a tattoo on his naked hip, near the treasure trail of hair on his belly, on the inside of his thigh...and involuntarily licked my lips. Not paying attention at all to the pitcher on TV getting the first out.

"Please decide for me, Jennie," he added in his bedroom voice, making my breath hitch. Being a tease, Tae then backed off and eyed a bowl next to the recliner. "Auntie, can you throw me a bag of gummies?"

When she obliged, he did that cool thing where guys catch things in mid-air with one hand and it got my blood pumping. I was already in a good mood and the Twins flag sat next to me ready to wave when they won the game. So the fact that Tae had joined me in watching every game of the championship series, sacrificing his time, and staying with me late at night until the end made my heart soar. High on adrenaline, the next words tumbled out of my mouth before I could think.

"Hey, Tae," I whispered into the shell of his ear, leaning close and holding his head in place next to mine. "What if I promised you that if the Twins win, you're getting laid tonight? Wouldn't that be wild?"

Tae froze mid-chew of a gummy and his eyes grew cartoonishly big, like two baseballs in his sockets. "Go Twins!" he hollered, exaggerating his love for the team, with a fist pump in the air.

The sight of this supportive, handsome man created a giddy anticipation that had me giving him a squeeze, sparks flying in the air from a potential win and romantic night.

Cut to the bottom of the eighth as the baseball commentator announced, "And the Kia Tigers have tied it up 6-6!"

I immediately screamed into a pillow. "Arrrgh!"

My hands trembled, fists clenched, as my eyes narrowed at the screen, watching the replay to make sure that Tigers home run really happened.

A sour look crossed Tae's face as he jumped from the sofa and started pacing the living area. "Th-there's still the ninth inning," he stammered.

"Can we turn this off?" I pouted, curling up in the fetal position on the sofa.

Rubbing his hands, Tae tried to keep calm and collected. "We should keep watching. You never know what's going to happen."

"Oh, it's getting late," Auntie piped up, worry in her voice too.

With a huff, I pushed myself off the sofa and strode across the living area to go outside, slamming the door behind me. Leaning against a pillar by the front door, I took a deep breath and tapped my foot rapidly on the wooden planks of the tiny porch, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. To my left, I noted how Auntie's front garden was a riot of colors, flowers of every hue in full bloom, their fragrance filling the air. It helped a little to soothe my nerves.

What also helped was when I heard the door click open behind me and footsteps approaching. I felt Tae's long arms wrap around my waist and instantly welcomed his warmth. At first I had planned to sulk alone on my porch but this was so much better. Especially when he leaned down, pressed a kiss to the back of my neck, then let his chin come to rest lightly on my shoulder.

Expecting him to say something, I actually appreciated that he stayed silent, his steady breathing matching mine. Resting against his chest, I squeezed his hands as they found purchase on my belly. Tae just held me firmly, like an anchor tethered to a ship in a stormy sea.

Finally he spoke. "What's the most romantic thing someone has ever done for you?"

My neck almost hurt from whipping it to the side to glare at him. He didn't talk about the baseball game or ask why I stopped watching. It made my heart swell that he was trying to take my mind off things and just be there.

"Well, one time this guy proposed to me at work," I deadpanned.

We shared a small laugh, already lightening the tense mood. "Seriously. And it doesn't have to be something I've done."

I took a deep breath, his woodsy, earthy fragrance filling my nostrils wonderfully. "Actually it does. I found it very romantic that time when you brought me flowers, fed me good food, showed affection in public, and opened the car door for me."

Tae swung his head forward to give me the side eye. "I...think I do that all the time."

I laughed, the sound filling the night air. I loved hearing him join in with his own boyish chuckle. "Exactly. And you kill it every time you plan our dates. So let me plan the next one. Where would you want to go?"

"Camping," he answered quickly.

"Ahh...and what if I didn't want it to involve a thousand mosquito bites?" He grumbled behind me, the sound reverberating against my back. "I could do glamping."

"That's fine with me." He rocked us side to side, tightening his hold around me. "As long as I get to be with you all night. You in my arms. That would be the perfect date."

He leaned in a little closer, brushing his nose against my neck, his touch sending sparks of electricity through me. This time I expected Tae to kiss me, but once again he showed he was just there to support me. I found myself relaxing into his embrace even more, the tension from earlier slowly melting away. For several moments, we stood there silently.

Oh yeah, was there a baseball game going on?

I perked my ears up and the TV noises from inside my apartment indicated they had just finished playing the bottom of the ninth inning.

"I know there's more to life than baseball," I admitted. "But if the Twins win, for the first time in twenty-five years, it would mean a lot. For me. My parents...bless their souls. They were the ones who brought me to all the baseball games growing up. They were the ones who had the TV onto the games every day during the summer."

"Then let's go back inside and watch them win," he suggested.

I scrunched up my face in despair. "I can't bear to watch if the Tigers walk it off in the bottom of their inning."

All of a sudden, a middle-aged voice boomed from behind us. "Jennie! I'm going to bed. It's in extra innings now. Let me know tomorrow how it ends." Both Tae and I turned to Auntie and bid her good night as she walked next door to her own small house.

"Hmm, that's an idea," I started, an amused smile on my lips. "I'll just go to sleep knowing the Twins neither won nor lost."

A pair of large hands spun me around to face his intense stare. "I won't let you miss this moment. Let's go back in there and finish the game."

Purring sounds caught our attention as Yeontang sauntered out of my front door. "Look, Jennie! The cat is alive."

Tae gently pulled my arms, not taking no for an answer, as he walked backwards into my studio apartment. A tiny bit of guilt crept within me the way he was acting like a better fan of baseball than me, so I followed him. It was the tenth inning now, my hands over my face as I sat next my loyal man on the sofa.

"That's a base hit! Twins will take the lead!" the baseball announcer cheered.

Tae nudged me, forcing me to split my first two fingers open to peek at the screen. "There's hope," he said optimistically.

Hesitantly I nodded, returning his high-five and hug with dubious hands. Cut to the bottom of the tenth inning. Everyone was on the edge of their seats, including me and Tae. I put my head in my lap but my fiancee wasn't having it and tried to pull me back up.

"Watch this," he prompted, grabbing my arms. "They're gonna make history. Only one out to go."

I struggled against him, heard the crack! of the ball getting hit, and buried my head in Tae's chest like a girl watching a scary movie with her boyfriend. Then he cupped my chin and turned it, forcing me to face the TV.

"This is gonna be a tough play..." said the announcer. Out of my peripheral vision I could see the ball thrown across the diamond - held my breath - and get caught by the first baseman.

"And...the Twins win the KBO Series!"

"Yay!" Cheers and high fives all around, from the stadium to my apartment to all over the city of Seoul.

"Oh, my g-!" I couldn't even finish, my voice catching.

"This is...awesome!" Tae grabbed me as I squealed in delight, hugging him even tighter.

For the next hour, we took it all in. The victory, the celebrations on the field, the speeches. Tears welled up in my eyes as memories of happier times with my parents flooded my mind. I wished they were here to celebrate with me.

"Tae, would you go with me to the cemetery tomorrow? I want to place a Twins flag by my parents' graves," I revealed, wiping away a tear that escaped.

"Of course," he said kindly, squeezing my hand.

I reached up to give him a kiss on the forehead. "You know what? I just realized...if I had to pick the most romantic thing someone has done for me, it would have to be when you handle my mood swings. You know exactly how to calm me down. Thanks for listening to me rant and act crazy this whole time."

Affection transformed his face in a slight pout. "You can act crazy to me anytime."

I sighed in contentment, almost in disbelief that he was like a SIMS avatar, too good to be true. "I'm so happy, love." I tested the nickname on my tongue for the first time.

"Me too..." he beamed from ear to ear "...love."

Our eyes met, sparkling, electricity in the air. Tae's words turned the flame in my heart into a roaring bonfire, reminding me of my promise if the Twins won. I couldn't help but lick my lips at the image of him on my bed, on his back, inviting me to climb on top of him and ride him until I was begging for more. Pupils dilated, I gazed hungrily at him, looking beefy in his fitted T-shirt and snug jeans. Without wasting a second, I lunged at him and captured his lips in a kiss, knocking him back into the cushions.

"Mph! Don't you want to - ah - watch the rest of the celebration?" Tae asked, even though he started pulling me forward.

I had no reply, simply moving back in to latch onto his lips, our mouths moving against each other in a needy, rushed pace. It was sloppy but the both of us were too turned on to even manage a sliver of care. I nipped at his bottom lip before soothing it with my tongue, and he bit off a gasp when I straddled his lap, instantly grinding against him. I reached up to grip onto his hair, tugging on the black locks to pull his head back and bare his throat to me.

"Mmm...you taste great," I murmured against his sweet, soft skin.

Quickly kissing down his jawline made him melt into a moan. I slid my hands under his t-shirt to rub soothingly over his stomach and up to his chest, the pads of my fingertips rubbing teasingly over his nipples. They'd always been ridiculously sensitive, and I delighted in the hiss he let loose when I squeezed them between my fingers, rolling the nipples around in my grip as his chest heaved from the rushing motions.

I grabbed onto the hem of his shirt and tugged up, forcing him to release my lips so he could take over and remove it himself. My mouth watered as I leaned back to take him in, eyes slowly raking down the expanse of his defined chest and toned abs. Tae was blessed with a build that could hold muscle and I would never get over him without a shirt.

At breakneck speed I peeled his pants open, revealing the prominent bulge in his black briefs, and desperately tugged down his bottoms. "Off. I made us wait long enough."

"Jennie..." his breathing rapid "...take your time."

My fingers trembled in desperation. "But I'm ready."

To move it along, I scooted back off the sofa, stood in front of him then pulled him firmly and quickly by the arms toward my bed at the other side of my studio. "I can't even wait," as I hurried.

But Tae had other ideas as he grabbed me by the waist and pressed me against the nearest wall, diving into my lips in one swoop. I shuddered, the surprise in my muffled interjection making him chuckle. The way I was being manhandled had blood flowing hot and thick through my veins.

His mouth was a pleased curve against my own before he pulled away. "Darling...I'm not one for a quickie. So slow down. We're gonna take our time and enjoy this. Understand?"

I felt my body caving in slowly, the desire in his dark chocolate eyes felt intoxicating and the sweet understanding and tenderness oozing from his mouth made me want to please him immensely. It actually turned me on that he was setting boundaries, heightening the experience for us to achieve maximum pleasure.

All I could do was nod and then the night began - his way. It started with him looking down at me with a smirk and then eagerly pushing his lips back into mine before pulling my shirt above my breasts.

Now it was Tae's turn to be surprised. His darkened orbs went to my white bra with red pinstripes, matching the Twins uniform, staring at my boobs. "You are seriously so cute, you know that?"

My cheeks reddened from his lustful gaze. "Do you like my bra?" I asked, shimmying my shoulders.

"I like what's in them." He grabbed my boobs and pushed upward, groping them as I fell back against the wall. The possessive yet delicate feeling and the sight of his manly forearms flexing had me reeling.

I purred as he kissed me once more. He dragged his hands down to the waistband of my yoga pants, teasing me with his fingers, running along the elastic back and forth, back and forth. Then he dipped one side down my waist, before fondling the globes of my ass.

"I'm gonna make you mine tonight," his voice husky as he slapped a butt cheek.

"Can't wait," I grinned and pushed my hips up against his crotch.

He hooked a digit into the fabric while he captured my mouth, licking into it with his wet, warm tongue. Feeling him slip my pants an inch lower at a snail's pace, I grew impatient.

"Tae..." I whimpered.

He parted from me. "Yes, darling?"

"Take them off," I whispered. "Please."

He grinned, his fingers gripping the fabric on my hips, and tugged downwards. I suppressed a giggle when his eyes widened and his mouth parted in surprise again.

"Wow, you really are a Twins fan," he chuckled, staring at my matching red striped bikini-cut underwear. "Too adorable."

"Adorable?" I pouted cutely. "I was hoping you would find me irresistible in this."

"So you knew this was gonna happen tonight?"

I shrugged an answer, knowing I planned for it to happen sooner than later. Before I could think of a response, Tae spun me toward the bed, a firm hand on my elbow, a light smack on my ass, and spoke in an octave lower than usual. "Get on the bed."

I skipped over to my platform bed and fell onto the mattress, low to the ground. Feeling flirty I sat with my feet tucked under me, my right arm over my head, bent with my fingers grazing my hair, my left arm supporting me slightly behind as I straightened my back to push out my cleavage.

"Still think I'm cute?" I asked in my bedroom voice. Tae's eyes grew wild as he bit his bottom lip, fighting to give me a clear answer.

"Fine. In your baseball-inspired lingerie set...you are sexy." He fumbled a little until his jeans reached his ankles and he aggressively took them off and away. "Enchanting...titillating..." With each adjective he took a enticing step toward me "...desirable...a dreamboat..."

I giggled as he climbed on top of me. Hot, open-mouthed kisses started on my lips, my cheek, down my neck, my chest, keeping up the teasing by not placing his lips where I wanted them the most.

My hands roamed his skin, honey-golden in the dim light, each muscle defined and firm. Kisses turned into sucks and nibbles down my rib cage, hip, outer thigh as my eyes fluttered closed. A moan escaped me and my fingertips raked through his hair as he moved to suckle on the flesh of my knee before dipping around to the sensitive skin behind it.

"Tae...please," I groaned, rubbing my legs together, craving for more.

"Patience, darling. I wanna get you all warmed up and ready for me," he said in between kisses down my leg.

When he reached my feet, he sat up at the edge of the bed to hold my bent leg in front of him. The sultry sounds of his lips sucking on each toe joined in with my moans and I found myself growing hotter and hotter.

The foreplay continued with Tae kissing and sucking and biting up my other leg, my inner thigh, again neglecting the spot I desired him the most. He traveled up my body with more bites and nibbles, positioning himself so he could rest on his side and bury his head in my neck. As I flung an arm and a leg over him, he suckled on my sensitive skin prompting me to grind into him.

"I'm ready, babe," I cooed, rutting my hips, chasing the feeling of his hard-on for that friction I fancied.

"Yeah? Is this making you horny?"

Popping his lips from my skin, he nibbled yet another hickey onto my flesh before licking at the patch of skin again to soothe the ache. I blew air from my nose, throwing my neck back, my fingers carding through his locks again as I moaned a response in the affirmative.

"Are you wet, baby?"

"You check," I challenged him, earning a playful smack on the butt.

"Don't be a brat," his voice low and assertive. "Touch yourself."

What a turn on! The shift was fascinating. One moment he was cutely rooting for my favorite baseball team and the next he was leading me down to my panties, cupping my heat over my hand.

"I am wet," I whispered, through half-lidded eyes.

Seconds later, he shooed my hand away and I felt his fingers press into the wet fabric. His thumb landed to circle my clit, shooting arousal through my lower half, making me mewl.

He took his time over my panties, purposefully neglecting to give me skin-to-skin contact where I missed him the most. It was frustrating, but just as I was about to complain, he slipped underneath the fabric to fit a finger inside, and my back arched at the sudden, yet welcomed, intrusion.

We French kissed for a moment, separating only momentarily to finally discard my bra and panties. His fingers moved to squeeze my breasts as we moaned into each other's mouths. Our breaths picked up while he kissed down the column of my throat, my hands wandering his chiseled chest as he returned the gesture, playing softly at my breasts. My neck fell back once more, and I gave him access to my most sensitive spot, as he took advantage of suckling the thin skin.

"Please, Tae..." I whimpered, getting eager for more than his fingers down there.

I gasped, looking at him as his thumb grazed my nipple before he rolled his tongue around the stiff nub. His lips moved to kiss one mound then the other while the fingertips of his free hand danced over my palms, tickling enough to make me jolt and squeeze my hands into fists. Then his touch traveled up my arms, toward my sensitive armpits, and back down, heating my skin but leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"Your tits are so beautiful...so perfect," he mumbled against my areola, a prominent thirst in his voice.

Taking his time, he moved his mouth to the other breast, letting the heat from his breath hit my nipple before he hungrily devoured me again. He shifted to let a warm breath meet my ear, allowing me to reach down and get him ready as I ghosted my palm over his erect cock over his briefs. He was now rock hard as my hand continued to glide over him, and I looked up expectantly, my eyes growing lasciviously.

"I love you, Tae," my breath coming in quick pants. "I'm all yours tonight."

"I love you too, my love."

His fingertips continued up and down my arms, making the skin tingle with each pass. Although I appreciated his thoroughness, all the pent-up wanting was filling me to the brim, making me squirm and sigh.

"Jennie...do you need to be prepped more?"

"Tae!" I whined.

When his face broke out into a smile I could tell he was joking - thank goodness. My wishes were finally granted when I found myself being scooted down the bed. He scrambled off to kneel on the floor right by the edge and raced to pull his briefs off. Now naked, revealing his whole lower body in full view, his dick the biggest I'd ever witnessed, he was still marvelous to behold even though I had seen him before.

"Aah...this is the dream," I sighed contently in euphoria. "Good baseball and good sex."

Tae chuckled low and deep. "Trust me, darling. It's gonna be more than good." His confidence was sexy as he spread my legs to position himself between them. "I'm gonna pound you so hard into the mattress you'll forget who won the game."

My breath hitched at the thought, my eyes watching his long and deliciously thick cock, decorated with throbbing veins and pre-cum dripping from the blushing tip, waiting at the perfect height for my heat.

"Condom?"

After scrambling up to the bedside table, I dug in the drawer to fish out a gold packet and threw it to him. He caught it in mid-air - with one hand - ripped the foil, stuffed himself in the condom, and pumped his length a few times.

"Oh, I don't know if I should even put it in tonight," he teased, rubbing the tip of his shaft around my outer labia and over my clit. "I don't know if you deserve my cock. You've been so needy and rushed tonight."

"Please..." I whimpered, getting frustrated as I gripped the hands on my knees.

His stare darkened, looking smug, his hands squeezing my flesh. "Beg for it."

"Please, Tae..."

"Beg me to put it in," he ordered with authority, the dominance making me heady.

"Tae, please! Need you. Want your cock," I whined, submitting to him with enthusiasm.

"Good girl."

Judging by the manner in which he just put the tip in my entrance, the head only, not giving me the full tilt, Tae was still in a teasing mood. Then he looked me deep in the eyes and watched the frustration build up over my face. Despite - or because of - the drawn out foreplay, I was so turned on by this I wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to pull him even closer to my heat so I could feel the full length of him. The tease was driving me crazy.

Clearly it was driving him insane as well. Without wasting another second, his tip nudged at my wetness once again and we hissed in unison as he slowly joined our bodies together, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Just as I predicted, I could feel the delicious stretch as I had my fill, a choked sob escaping me from the glorious thrill. Looking down where we were connected, my eyes went round in awe when the blunt head of his cock moved to my g-spot, yet there was still a sizeable chunk of dick left.

"Tae...you're massive," I panted, my breath shuddering.

"You can take it, baby," he grinned.

Giving me a moment to adjust to his size, the pain quickly turned to pleasure as he caressed my thighs and bent down to pepper me with kisses on my lips and chest. When he re-entered his cock into my dripping pussy I felt complete. Not empty anymore. When he pulled back out, I felt unfulfilled again then he pushed back in and I felt completion once more. Like he was the missing part of my life.

"Ooh...nice and tight," he groaned from the sensation.

The vision in front of me helped me relax for there was no more delicious sight in the world than Tae nestled between my thighs. His furrowed brow, wet gaze, parted lips, the exhaled groans we both made when he entered fully, got me dripping even more.

"How do you like it? Slow?" Tae asked, demonstrating this by bringing his hips back and forth at a controlled pace. His thick cock pushed through the tightening of my walls as my back arched, savoring the way he took his time.

"Or fast?" he grunted, his dick drilling into me, making me moan a mere helpless response.

At that pace, I couldn't help but make noise. Small gasps slid into moans of pleasure, hitches in my breath made my chest jump and my breasts shake. Tae let out noises too, muffled against the inside of my ankle, sultry sounds that let me know he was living it up as much as me. It was pretty hot, the way my own pleasures seemed to turn him on, how he chased that feeling, eyes blown as he took in every one of my reactions, repeating the motions that were affecting me the most.

"Damn, you're so good to me," I sighed, grinding against the head of his cock.

"You like that?" he punctuated each word with a powerful thrust. "I can feel you clenching."

My eyes closed as I let out moan after airy moan while Tae slammed repeatedly into my aching pussy. A giant, fiery knot started forming in the pit of my stomach as I tightened around his cock. Then suddenly he stilled.

"You're taking me so well," he said between bouts of heavy breathing. Loving the way Tae praised my efforts, I gave him a sweet, endearing look. "Cum for me, baby," he encouraged, his fingers quickly finding my clit and rubbing in figure eights.

Not long after, thanks to a thorough build up, I came with a loud gasp, my eyes screwed shut, the knot in my core igniting into a blaze. "Tae!"

"There you go," he murmured, caressing my inner thigh.

And then he kissed me. Gasping into his mouth as he slid his tongue inside, I moaned against it, thrilling at finally getting the full course meal of Kim Taehyung. My body arched into his, engulfed by all he was giving, all I was feeling. I was still consumed by my climax as his grunts filled my mouth and the bed moved under us, pounding me into the mattress, just like he said he would.

Slamming into me, coming inside me, driving his orgasm up my pussy with a loud groan, I wrapped my arms around him for something to hold on to. I had been picturing Tae's O-face for an endless amount of weeks and I was ecstatic to finally see the real thing.