The door creaked open, and we both stumbled into the dimly lit apartment, laughing and giggling. Namjoon was needy and touchy, his hands roaming my waist, trying to pull me closer. I tried to slap his hands away, playfully chiding him as I took off my coat and shoes.
"Namjoon, stop it. I can't even breathe with you all over me." I said, trying to sound stern.
"But you look so beautiful tonight. I couldn't keep my hands off you." He replied, his voice husky with desire.
I described the party, how I was the center of attention, showered with presents and love. Namjoon watched from the sidelines, happy to see me celebrated but feeling selfish because he wanted me all to himself.
"You were the star of the party tonight. I loved seeing you so happy." He said, his eyes shining with admiration.
"I'm always happy when I'm with you, but I missed you tonight." I replied, my voice soft.
Namjoon suddenly picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked to the couch, sitting down with me straddling him. His hands settled on my crotch, and I gasped as I felt his hardening bulge.
"How did you get so turned on so fast?" I asked, my voice breathy.
"I've been waiting all night to have you to myself. You're irresistible." He replied, his voice low and seductive.
We leaned in for a kiss, slow and sensual. Our hands roamed each other's bodies, pulling each other closer. Namjoon's hands guided my hips to rock on his bulge, causing me to moan into the kiss.
"You're such a tease, Namjoon." I said, my voice filled with desire.
"I'm just getting started, sweetheart." He replied, his voice filled with promise.
Namjoon guided me backwards, and he was instantly on top of me. His face was buried in my neck, sucking and biting my skin. His hands went underneath my panties, and when his fingers came into contact with my slick, he huffed out a breath.
"Oh my god, please don't stop now." I said, my voice filled with need.
"Your birthday may be over, but the party is just getting started." He replied, his voice filled with mischief.
Namjoon's fingers began to tease around my clit, causing me to sigh in exasperation. He grinned at my reprimand, glancing at the clock.
"Your birthday ended an hour and 45 minutes ago, love. Time to stop being nice." He said, his voice low and seductive.
"Don't you dare." I replied, my voice filled with warning.
Namjoon's fingers finally reached my bud, causing me to moan in pleasure. My hips rocked along with his movements, and I could feel my orgasm building up.
"Oh god, Namjoon. Don't stop." I said, my voice filled with need.
"I won't, baby. I promise." He replied, his voice filled with determination.
The scene ended with the two of us lost in each other, our bodies moving in sync, our moans and groans filling the apartment. The night was still young, and we both had all the time in the world to explore each other's bodies.
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