"Dressing Zico"

Life was really really good. I was almost completely healed. I was back at work and having some great ideas. I had my Marco back. And best of all, I had Zico! He had three events this week: a meeting with Block B that I didn’t have to dress him for but which I got to sit in on, an interview and photo shoot for a big named magazine, and an awards show broadcast. His hiatus hadn’t seemed to slow him down or interrupt his progress whatsoever. “Blood of the Dragon” had made it into the top ten but the latest song on his album to come out was number one on almost everything. It was called “The Titan”. He’s so cocky!
I fretted the entire time that the hair dresser messed with Zico’s hair. I was going to miss his white hair. He just kept telling me to calm down and that I would like it and he was right! It had gotten a little long and they dyed it a gorgeous brunette color and since he had it done, I haven’t been able to stop playing with it. He hates to have his hair touched but he lets me do whatever I want to it with no complaints. He’s sweet that way but he doesn’t want anyone to know it.
He must have been feeling really good because after we left the hair dresser, he bought me three new outfits. Of course he picked them out but I liked them all. I think he likes spoiling me. Or having someone to spoil. I don’t know which it is and I don’t care as long as it’s me he’s spoiling. All of the outfits were dresses which made me wonder if Zico was trying to tell me something because I rarely wore dresses. The first one was a long silky blue dress with a high empire waist that seemed to shove my breasts up to my chin and show them off at the same time. The second was a shorter yellow dress with a balloon skirt. I felt like a bell when I wore it but it also made me feel floaty and light. The third was a very short, very tight, very revealing red racy dress. It wasn’t me at all. I didn’t know where he thought I was going to wear these things but I’m sure he would tell me. He was good at telling people what to do.
Zico was back to being an idol. He was on the phone most of the time that we were out. I didn’t realize that one of those calls was for me and when we got back to the hotel I had another surprise waiting for me. Zico was grinning all the way home but he wouldn’t tell me why and when I stepped out of the car my heart swelled near to bursting. There stood my big mean teddy bear! I jumped out of the car and ran right into the arms of that big mountain!
“Marco!” I yelled.
“Polo!” he said as he hugged me.
“Okay, cut it out!” said Zico as he came around the car. “At least act like a body guard.”
Marco straightened up and let me go but he had a smile on his face that he couldn’t get rid of.
I ran to Zico and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Thank you so much Zico! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” I squeezed him tight.
He laughed a little and hugged me back. “Well, you did win and I never welsh on a bet. Especially a bet like that.”
I blushed.
In his broken English, Marco said, “I will not fail you again Miss Elizabeth. I will protect you with my life.”
“You never failed me Marco and I know you will.” I would have hugged him again but Zico was giving me a warning look.
“Don’t let anything happen to her Kim Marco. Whatever happens to her will happen to you. Got it?” said Zico.
Marco nodded.
“Zico!” I exclaimed.
“Shush! This is business between me and him. You have him back but I pay him and he’s still on thin ice with me,” said Zico.
I gave him my best angry pouty face.
“Don’t give me that look!” he said.

That night, with Marco standing guard in the hall, Zico made me model my new dresses for him. He sat on the sofa drinking Soju and told me to walk over there, walk over here, twirl fast, twirl slowly, sit, stand, and bend over (which I refused to do). I thought he would prefer the red dress but when I came out in the yellow dress, he smiled and sat up a little. He directed me the same as with the others and then he had me come over and stand in front of him. Reaching under the dress, he put his fingers under the waistband of my panties and slowly pulled them down and then told me to step out of them. I did as I was told. He pulled me down until I was straddling his lap and he kissed me. His hand slid up my thigh and he slipped a finger inside of me. He never broke the kiss as he worked me toward an orgasm. I don’t know why he was so good at what he was doing and I wasn’t going to ask. I would rather think it was natural instinct than to think he had that much practice.
Just before I came, he stopped what he was doing and I whined out loud. He frantically untied the string on his pants and pulled them down. In one move, he slipped himself inside of me. I leaned forward and took control. Pushing him back into the soft couch, I held onto his neck and moved myself up and down on him as I nipped at his neck with my teeth. I tortured him with slow movements and enjoyed the tickling feeling I got in my stomach every time he begged me to speed up.
I ran my tongue around his ear and nibbled his earlobe, tugging on his earring with my teeth. I would speed up my movements and then slow down to a steady rhythm. I took in all of him and rocked back and forth, squeezing him from the inside, as I watched his face. It was so sexy to watch him squeeze his eyes shut and grind his teeth knowing that I was the cause of every look that crossed his face. I gently licked his lips and then slipped my tongue in his mouth. He tasted like Soju and mint and Zico.
I didn’t stop my slow torture as I grabbed the remote from the side table and turned on the stereo. A rock-mix of “Very Good” by Block B began to play. I sped up my rhythm to match that of the song, grinding into him faster and harder and biting into his shoulder, leaving little teeth marks. His arms went around my waist and he tried to force me to move the way he wanted me to but I had decided this was my show. I felt my climax building so I became faster and as I came, he gripped me tight and pushed himself deep into me, finding his release at the same time. He cried out louder than I did. He held onto me and laid his head on my chest, breathing hard and saying things to me in Korean that I didn’t understand.
Without letting me go, he stood up and carried me into the bedroom and put me down. He cut off the lights and it was so dark that you could almost feel the blackness. I heard him moving around and knew that he was getting undressed. Then I felt him searching for the zipper on the back of my dress. He pulled the silky material from my body and I shivered. We got onto the bed and I listened as he opened a drawer and felt around for something. When he found it, it got quiet except for a squishy sound that I couldn’t identify and then I felt him put a hand on my stomach. He began rubbing an oil all over me. It smelled like a spicy candy and it felt warm. If his breath touched the oil it became hot. He took a lot of time on my breasts, massaging the oil into my nipples and blowing on them to heat up the oil. It was very erotic and made me tingle in another hot place.
He moved down to my thighs and the whole time he was whispering things in Korean. I couldn’t believe how aroused I could become from a massage and sexy words I couldn’t understand but I felt like I could come from just his touch on my skin. If he had touched me intimately, I wouldn’t have lasted a second.
When I was completely covered in oil and tingling all over, I took the oil from him and pushed him down into the soft blankets. I put his arms over his head and poured some of the oil into my palm, rubbing my hands together I started with his shoulders and chest. I did to him what he had done to me but I licked his nipples before I rubbed the oil into them and them blew across them. I heard a soft gasp come from him and I couldn’t help but smile. I loved giving him pleasure. Of any kind. I worked my way down and ran my tongue around his bellybutton and put tiny wet kisses all around his stomach. The wetness seemed to enhance the hotness of the oil.
As I moved down, I found that the oil seemed to have the same effect on him as it had on me. He was very hard and it was all I could do not to run my tongue down the length of him. I didn’t want to touch him there without permission and I didn’t know if the oil was safe to go there but I didn’t want to break up the moment with a question. Either he is a mind reader or I must have paused too long thinking about it because Zico said, “It’s okay. Go ahead.” I put both of my hands around him and he groaned. I smoothed the oil all over his hardness and he began to pant. I knew it was all he could do to hold back and I didn’t know how long he was going to last. With one hand, I slid the oil over the softness I found below and I guess it was a little too much for him. With a roar, Zico sat up and pushed me face down into the bed. He raised my hips and drove himself deep into me and with a roughness he didn’t usually use, he pushed into me over and over harder than he ever had. The oil has as hot inside of me as it was outside. As he came, he continued to move in and out of me. He roared again as he pulled my hips tight against him one last time and I felt him throb deep inside of me.
He fell back onto the bed, panting hard and making noises with every exhale. He pulled me into his side. Wherever our skin touched felt silky.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t hurt you did I?” he asked through gasps of air.
“No,” I lied. It had hurt but not in a bad way.
“I don’t think I’ve ever lost control like that,” he said.
I smiled into the pillow. I loved that he felt that way about me.
“And don’t think I’ve lost count,” he said.
“Huh?” I was confused.
“I know you didn’t come. I’m not done with you yet!”
“I wasn’t keeping score, Jiho,” I said.
“Sure you were. Girls always do.” He laughed a low sexy laugh.
“Not true!” He was right. We do.
“Let me catch my breath and then you are gonna get it,” he said.
I had to laugh at that. And I was a little nervous.
He was softly rubbing one of my nipples back and forth and it was driving me crazy. Then all of a sudden, he sat up and I heard him get back into the drawer. I could tell he was opening a cardboard box. “I bought you something.”
“Something else?” I asked.
“You’re going to love this gift!” He kept tearing open the box and then I heard the snap of elastic. My eyes got big as I wondered what in the heck he was going to do to me. “Lay back and open your legs for me.”
I did as I was told but I was crazy with anticipation. I jumped when he moved over between my legs and put his hands on my thighs. Something cold and smooth was on one of his fingers. When he squeezed my thighs, the thing began to vibrate. Oh my gosh! I thought. I put my hands over my eyes in complete embarrassment even though he couldn’t see me. I squealed into my hands and shook my head back and forth and Zico laughed again. He lay down and gently pushed me open. He widened his tongue and rubbed it back and forth against me until he dipped it into me and moved it around inside of me in circle after circle. I continued to squeal. I lost my breath and clenched the blankets in my fists.
He moved his tongue back up to flick it back and forth against the part of me that he knew would make me come. Then he stuck two fingers into me as he licked me. One of them was vibrating and my eyes rolled back into my head. I tried not to move my hips too much but it was getting harder not to. He pulled them back out and stuck his tongue into me and put his finger where his tongue had been. I came. I came harder than I had ever come. I screamed and jumped wildly. He moved his head back but he kept his finger where it was. I thought I would die. When I thought it was over, another wave of orgasm hit me and I screamed again. “Jiho! Stop! Stop! Please stop! I can’t… I can’t…” I couldn’t complete a thought, much less a sentence.
Finally, he came back up to lay beside of me and I started to cry. I never understood why people said they cried after sex but I knew now. He wrapped himself around me and held me close. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern obvious in his voice.
I nodded. “I’m sorry I cried. I don’t know why I did. It was great. More than great. I can’t describe it.”
“It’s okay. I know why you cried. I felt like crying too.”
I couldn’t have been happier than I was in that moment. I was in the safest place in the world and I felt like I had everything.
“Elizabeth?” Zico asked.
“Hmm?” I sighed.
“If I tell you something, please don’t use it against me. It’s really hard for me to say.”
I started to get a little anxious. “I would never do that, Jiho.”
“Okay. Well, uh, I think I’m falling in love with you.”
I didn’t expect that. I don’t know why but that was the last thing I expected. “Jiho?”
He paused then said, “Yeah?”
“I’m in love with you too.”

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