[M] EIGHT (1/1)

___________________________________________________________25 CONTROVERSIAL QUOTES  FROM THE STYLE EMPRESSOn her love for fur:"I’m a tactile person. This is one of my few true luxuries.So, I take a few animal lives for my fur but donatea lot to save human lives.  Am I bad?The world only counts your little mistakes andforgets your millions of good deeds. Where is the damn justice in that?Seriously, I have at least three real ones in my closet. The rest are fakes.So yeah, I wear fabulous fake furs. Happy now?Sandara Park_____________________________________________________________   MY EYES COULDN’T TAKE in everything all at once and my brain cannot wrap around the fact that I’m strolling the majestic grounds of Punto Fiamma with Kim Hee Ae while her arm is looped around mine—she’s 60 years old— and that she’s the mother of Jaejoong.  Jaejoong is following quietly behind us. It’s as if he’s letting me enjoy Kim Hee Ae. I’m still starstruck I could hardly speak. I can’t believe I’m speaking with my all-time idol!  I want to tell her she’s been my idol for ages but I stop myself. I don’t want to freak her out. I’m being welcomed as a guest here, not as a fan. But I’ll tell her how much I admire her before I leave, for sure. I wish I can take a selfie with her but I don’t have my camera or cellphone with me. I sigh in regret. I can’t capture this momentous event, after all. But never mind, I’ll just store everything in my memory.  My god, she’s a goddess!  Two hours ago, Hee Ae greeted me with a hug and the kindest smile. She welcomed me into her home, The Gallery itself where her extensive body of work is on display, with the magnificence of nature as its background.  The artworks are jaw-dropping awesome. I wish Insung could see them, too. He wouldn’t believe it when I’d tell him later, for sure.  Hee Ae has prepared a sumptuous breakfast for us, French style, I’ve noticed, which she has cooked herself. I sampled her tea which she made from her rose garden inside her giant aviary.  We just came from the aviary and I got to see a botanical wonder with a collection of some of the rarest species of orchids on earth. Colorful-feathered birds flew above us, some so tame they landed on my shoulders!  Now, we’re strolling on the grounds of Punto Fiamma and I’m beholding more artworks scattered everywhere, some so huge they span two floors.  After gawking at Hee Ae’s giant canvasses and installation art at The Gallery, I’m now treated to a sculpture exhibit. I’m running out of superlatives and I mostly just stare in wonder.   “These are magnificent! Who made these?” I ask faintly, still overwhelmed by what I’m seeing. It’s like a secret world created by art geniuses. I’m allowed a chance to enter their inner sanctum and I’m afraid the experience will end too soon.    “These are Jaejoong’s,” Hee Ae states proudly.   My jaw drops lower this time.  Whoa!  “He started sculpting when he was five, with clay. We let him run wild in these grounds. He’s been busy all these years, as you can see.”  I slowly glance at him behind us.  He smiles at me. His eyes are shining with a glow that I’m afraid to interpret, but they make me feel…beautiful.  So beautiful.  Oh God. He made these?!  Yay! Extraodinary genes! Genius level! Go, go, go! My ovaries are screaming like a cheering squad.  “Son, take Dara to the cliff. Show her your best works.”  “Are you done monopolizing her?” he teases his mother.  Hee Ae smiles. “I’ve got plenty of time to bond with her. She’s staying the night, right?”  “Why don’t you ask her, mother?”  Hee Ae looks at me expectantly.  What else can I say? You don’t say no to an invitation from Kim Hee Ae and this is a direct one, probably a once in a lifetime chance. “I would love to. Thank you, I’m so honored, madam.”  She touches my cheek gently, her palm, warm and comforting I suddenly wish I have a loving mother, too. “Call me, Hee Ae.”  I smile at her, my eyes going misty. Jesus, now his mother is making me want to cry,too. Mine remains a stranger to me to this day. We tried to be closer but maybe it was me who couldn’t form a connection. Too many old hurts inside me. “Hee Ae,” I utter softly.  “Better. I’ll see you both at the house for lunch. I’ll cook something special for Dara.”    ————//————    “You’re so quiet.”  Quiet is an understatement. I just can’t think of the right words to express my overwhelming joy.  I face him.  “Jaejoong…”  “Don’t tell me. Show me,” he utters softly, his hands, bracketing my hips.  His eyes are intense as they bore down on me, enveloping me in heat. But it isn’t a threatening kind of heat. It’s a lulling one and my guard is going to sleep.   Oh lowd, help me. I shouldn’t. I’m not ready for this. For someone like him.  No.  For him. I’m not ready for him.  But the rest of me is bursting with readiness. My body is throbbing and pounding with the need to express, to break free.  Again.  Yes, my doors are opening again. I can’t stop them, even if I wanted to. He’s like a master key, capable of unlocking them at whim.  Another day.  Just one more day.  I raise my hands to frame his face.  Too beautiful for words, and so I let my lips speak for me with action. I raise myself on tip toe and kiss him.  He meets me halfway.  Our lips touch and its thunder and lightning once again.  He devours me and I devour him.  There’s a new energy surging inside me that wasn’t there before. Not that our first kisses were less stellar—okay, I’ll use my own label to describe this kiss now— as I’ve no other words.  Yeah. Simply stellar.  His tongue… so wickedly talented.  His taste… simply intoxicating.  I want more. More. More!  I find myself floating and I vaguely realize he’s carrying me. He doesn’t stop ravishing my lips as he walks. So strong. So capable.  So mine!  I’ll let myself believe that now. I’ll claim him as mine alone today. Just for today.  I feel my back touching something soft. He’s laying me on a bed of sorts but he doesn’t stop kissing me and I couldn’t stop kissing him.  Right now, I don’t care about the outside world. I just care that I’m here and he’s here, making me feel so desirable.  He settles himself between my legs and rubs our fronts together. I feel his hardness, his readiness. And lowd am I ready!  More heat explodes in my lower belly. My sex feels swollen and pulsing with exquisite ache only he could assuage.  “I want you, baby,” he rasps and he begins a rhythmic grinding against my mound.  Why is it that I don’t cringe when he calls me ‘baby’? Age-wise, it’s so weird, but while he’s gazing down at me with such hunger in his eyes and moving against me with undeniable arousal, I feel like a girl blossoming under the heat of his passion. ‘Baby’ sounds so hot. So dirty sexy!  I feel his hand creeping under my dress, caressing my leg, squeezing. The other cups my breast.  I moan and lift my torso.  “I’ve been thinking about you every hour, every minute I could hardly function. I’m so hard I don’t think I can last long, baby.”  I feel myself literally gush down there in eager anticipation. It’s like my muff is hot-wired to his equipment and they’re in sync in this throbbing countdown to completion.  “I think I’ll go mad if I’m not inside you in five seconds.”  You can say that again! “Hurry!” I urge him.  He moans and laughs and fumbles with his fly and then my panties. He’s good at this, so smooth and suave with his movements, like he’s divested women of their undies a million times.  Don’t think about that. He’s yours today. Just yours.  Our clothes are still in place. There’s something so wickedly sexy about being fully clothed except where it’s necessary to be bare.   I feel our naked skin make contact in those parts.  We moan in unison.  Without even looking down, I feel how big he is, how hard. And I know it’s all for me. Just for me.  Like the artist that he is, he paints his passion on my wet canvas. Linear, circular, crosswise.  Heat spreads like wildfire all the way to my extremities.  “Jaejoong, please!”  “Oh yes, baby. Here…”  He seeks entrance into my body and finds it immediately.  He hesitates. “You ready?”  The concern in his voice warms my heart, even as my body is already blazing.  I frame his face with my palms. “Take me.”  He does and I watch him as he embeds his length all the way inside me, claiming every space in me, filling all of me, staking his territory. He takes total dominance of my body and the control freak inside me not only shut up but got out of the way and is nowhere to be found.  I’m in another place where there are no rules, just freedom, of my mind, my body and my soul. Where everything is possible. Where everything I dream of will come true.  I’m an open field now, fertile and ready for planting. I want his seed. I need it like the soil needs water, like the plants need sunshine.  His eyes are twin orbs of burning passion as they lock with mine. “Do you know how beautiful you are, Dara? How awesome you feel. I want to stay inside you forever. My Dara,” he breathes those words like a sacred prayer.  The naked honesty in his eyes is my detonator. Something inside me blows up like a lid just as he starts moving, sliding in and out of me slowly.  I turn wild.  My hands slide into his pants, grabbing his ass, my fingers sinking onto his firm flesh. He hooks his powerful arms under my knees and brings my legs up, deepening his penetration.  I try to maintain visual contact as I love looking at his face awash with desire, but it’s too much.  He pounds into me now, his pelvis slamming hard against me and my inner muscles cling to his shaft, clenching in tandem with his every pull. The sensations are unbelievable. I never thought a man could actually please me like this as I’ve been taking pleasure from my little gadgets but boy, “Bob” has got nothing on this big live cock rocking my mind and body towards cataclysmic ecstasy.  But it’s not just his beautiful cock that’s making me all