[night one]
His right hand was wrapped tightly around her two wrists and placed above her head. The bed creaked quietly as he moved his hips against hers. The bed hit the wall, shaking it slightly.
His eyes were shut—not tightly. His eyes crinkled as he grunted. She was silent, but would let out short and surprised gasps from time to time.
The bed was soft, her back dipping in as if it were a marshmallow. Her kimono was spread out from underneath her, the silk wrapping around her back.
Yoonoh let go of her wrists and gently raised her up by lifting her back with his hand. He placed her on his lap and continued to move his hips against her.
His lips were placed onto her neck, sucking gently and softly, breathing in her scent at the same time. She smelled like lavender and smoke.
It was an odd combination. He liked it, but it was a weird pair to breath in.
"You smell so good,"
he murmured, his lips brushing
against her earlobe.