Breakfast**
Breakfast**
Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, exposing her smooth neck which was tainted with the hickeys he placed on her last night. She was still wearing his shirt and her rosy scent was very intoxicating. Seduced by her aroma, he moved towards her.
Gayoon put away the pan and was about to call Minho when she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her, possessively claiming her.
"H-hey!" she weakly protested when he pulled her back and buried himself into her neck. She blushed when she felt his hand unbuttoning her shirt.
"W-what…" she began but his hand slipped into her shirt, caressing her soft breast. His other hand moved into her panties and began to toy with her clit, making her moan.
"B-b-breakfast…is g-g-etting cold…" she moaned. Minho was simultaneously rubbing her bud and nub, making her almost melt. Her already sensitive core was getting wet again and she lost track of what she was about to say.
"I'm already having a delicious meal right now," Minho whispered flirtatiously, making Gayoon blush harder. He moved her towards the dining table before turning her around. She yelped when he lifted her up and made her sit on it, looking directly into her eyes with a raw hunger.
She bit her lip coyly.
"Only one round," she conceded with a giggle. As soon as those words escaped her lips, Minho yanked her shirt open and latched on to her left breast. She lay back on the table as he licked on his favorite spot. Her nipples were hardening up as his tongue licked her raw while his fingers moved inside her core.
Gayoon impatiently took off her pants and she heard Minho take off his trousers as well. His fingers played with her insides while his mouth tasted her twin buns like a wild animal. She mewled, her hands trying to hold on to him for support.
She clutched his hair, and yanked him up before hungrily kissing his lips. Their tongues meshed together in a hot frenzy, leaving them senseless in their erotic tryst. His mushroom tip was at her entrance, entering it in one swoop motion.
Gayoon gasped loudly, feeling his warm rod moving in and out of her in an urgency. They were no longer being gentle but embraced their inner desires for each other. She moaned loudly as he kept on hitting her sensitive spot while his lips moved away from hers and once again latched on to her buns. His teeth grazed on her delicate skin, tainting her with his sinful bites.
Minho lifted her one leg and kept on humping into her, reaching even deeper into her womb. She wrapped her feet around his waist, letting him in further. Her body was half on the table and the other half was being held up by him and she dangerously hung there as he gyrated into her. Her legs were turning into jelly and if he did not have a firm grip on her, she would have fallen down.
Minho groaned, unable to stop himself from grinding into her. Their orgasms were reaching heights while their naked skins slapped against each other, hungry for more.
"Ahhh…" Gayoon arched her back when she climaxed. Minho grunted and climaxed at the same time, releasing his seeds into her. His movements began to slow down and he collapsed on her, still holding her in place as they tried to catch their breaths. Their sweaty bodies lay like that for a while and after a while, Gayoon's stomach growled.
"Breakfast time, Ms. Detective Lover," Minho laughed. "You sure are hungry."
"And whose fault is it for all the…exercise?" Gayoon scolded him. Minho winked and pulled himself out of her. He helped Gayoon sit up on the table to properly balance herself. The shirt she was wearing had been ripped apart so Minho took off his shirt and gave it to her. Gayoon gulped once again seeing his chiseled body but controlled herself. Thanks to their pre-breakfast lovemaking, her soreness had returned and she would have to take more contraceptives.
"I'll serve the dishes in the living room instead," Minho said. "We can have breakfast there and then head out for the mansion."
"Okay," Gayoon replied in a hoarse tone. She slid off the table and picked up her pants to wear them. Picking up some tissue, she wiped off the juices dripping down her calves. How did I turns this bold? She wondered, blushing hard at everything that was happening. The tension built up between them for months had finally exploded but she did not expect it to be this intense.
Once she tidied herself up, she shyly went to the living room where Minho had laid out the plates on the floor. He placed a couple of cushions for them to sit on. She scowled a little upon noting how neat and proper he looked despite screwing her on the dining table while she was completely flushed and sweaty.
She saw opposite him. "When are we going to pick up Jina?" she inquired, putting a piece of toast in her mouth.
"The camp bus will drop her off on the last day," Minho stated as he took a bite from the egg. "When are you joining work?"
"From tomorrow," Gayoon sighed. "The Chief wasn't happy when I took an extended leave due to the effects of that world Seungjo trapped me in. So I'll start from tomorrow itself."
"Will you be alright?" Minho asked.
"I'll be fine," she shrugged. "Besides I-"
A sudden cold air burst in from somewhere, making Gayoon freeze mid-sentence. She looked up, alert.
"What happened?" Minho asked.
"Minho, I think there's someone in the house," Gayoon said. "Someone not alive."
Minho was also alert now. A ghost had entered the mansion?
"Stay here," he said in a firm tone. "I'll go and get salt."
To his surprise, Gayoon shook her head. "No," she murmured. "This ghost doesn't feel dangerous. In fact, it seems to be…"
She hesitated.
"Seems to be what?" Minho pressed.
"It…It's the ghost of a little child!" she revealed.