Part 21

In her frustration, Seowoo pulled him closer around his neck. She wanted him to go deeper. Unable to verbalize her desperate need, she only managed to breathe heavily, clinging to him.

“Say it.”

“…”

“Ask me to put it in.”

Under Jiwook’s command, Seowoo’s dark eyes fluttered distractedly. She had never spoken so explicitly to him before. In their intimate encounters before, she had always been more passive, she had never even imagined saying such things. Of course, he had always taken the lead and would proceed without needing her to speak.

But today, his teasing actions were making her hips involuntarily move.

“Haa, please.”

Seowoo whimpered, her lips quivering. Watching her face intently, he pushed his fingers into her tight space.

“Ah!”

The feeling was significant due to his large hands and thick fingers. With two fingers thrusting in swiftly, Seowoo felt a momentary relief from her thirst. Despite this, she clung to Jiwook, not stopping their fervent kissing. 

Swallowing the saliva filling her mouth, Seowoo rose onto her tiptoes, her breath mingling with Jiwook’s hot exhales.

“Ha, you’re driving me crazy.”

Jiwook muttered impatiently as he let go of her lips, his hand already drenched. Seowoo’s face, now before him, was flushed red like a ripe apple.

Seowoo opened her eyes and looked at him. Even her fluttering eyelashes seemed incredibly lovely to him. Her eyes were puffier than usual from crying so much earlier.

With a gentle kiss to her swollen eyes, her ears turned red. 

Eventually, Jiwook lifted Seowoo in his arms in one swift motion, their lips meeting again. With her legs wrapped around his waist, Seowoo sucked on his lips. 

Shortly after, she felt the softness of the mattress beneath her, and the bed creaking as they fell onto it.

“Mmm.”

He quickly removed her top and kissed her now exposed skin.

The peaks that he had teased earlier were now even more swollen and were eagerly sucked into his mouth. It felt as though her entire body was being devoured by him.

An unbearable tingling pl*asure washed over her. Seowoo writhed, her hands wrapping gently around his head. Jiwook’s hands moved busily, stripping her clothes without her even realizing it, immersed in the sweet sensations he was providing.

“Haah.”

Breathing heavily, Jiwook looked down at Seowoo, now bare beneath him. Just looking at her curves was enough to make his c*ck explode. His dark gaze slid along her body. From her firm br*asts, down her torso to her hips, along her thighs, and to her elegantly outstretched legs.

As his intense gaze seemed to deepen, Seowoo, feeling shy, twisted her pelvis and turned her body away. Jiwook propped himself up on his knees.

“…”

He slowly untied his bathrobe, revealing his sleek body. His broad shoulders, well-defined abs, and firm thighs were all on display. His c*ck, engorged and curving upwards, was already glistening with prec*m at the tip. He slowly grasped himself, sliding his hand along his length.

Then he reached for Seowoo’s small hand and guided it to his sh*ft, made her squeeze his c*ck. Seowoo’s face flushed a deeper red. Despite their many intimate moments, her embarrassed expression was still endearingly cute.

“Um… Jiwook.”

Seowoo’s hand was overwhelmed by the size of his c*ck, which was considerable even for her grasp. c*ck so thick she could barely hold it in her hand.

Holding his thick p*nis was overwhelming enough, but as she saw the prec*m wetting her hand, Seowoo fluttered her red lips. 

At a loss for what to do next, Jiwook’s voice rang in her ears.

“Touch it.”

“…”

Her face heated up from merely holding the warm c*ck, but thinking about it, she realized she had never actively touched or pl*asured him like this before. Despite its intimidating appearance, the softness of its surface was palpable against her palm. After a moment’s hesitation, Seowoo soon raised her torso and moved closer to him.

“You… uh.”

Seowoo quietly stared down at the p*nis in her hand and cautiously opened her mouth to gently take the tip. A different kind of heat surged through Jiwook as she did so, causing his brow to furrow instantly. Her red tongue briefly appeared as it flicked over the tip, licking up the trailing prec*m before she took him deeper into her mouth.

“Ahh.”

She struggled for breath as she took him in as deeply as possible, down her throat, but Seowoo continued, moving her tongue around.

“Haah.”

Jiwook’s hot breath scattered over her head. She could feel his large hand trembling in her small head. As Seowoo gently bobbed her head, a deeper moan escaped from Jiwook’s lips.

“F*ck.”

Eventually, Jiwook cradled her face and gently lifted her head. Saliva mixed with his fl*ids glistened around her mouth. At her questioning stare, Jiwook gritted his teeth and pushed her straight down onto the bed, pressing his body against her delicate form and hoisting her slender legs over his shoulders.

“Ah, ugh. Haah. Ah!”

He thrust straight into her, causing Seowoo to arch her back and grip the bedsheets tightly.

“Ha.”

Jiwook breathed heavily and brushed back his disheveled hair, then tenderly wiped her wet lips with his fingertips.

“Yoon Seowoo.”

“…”

As he pressed his hips tightly against hers, Seowoo scrunched her forehead and squinted her eyes. 

Ah, what to do with you?

When Seowoo maneuvered below him, Jiwook thought he might lose his mind from the intense pleasure. The rush of sensation struck him like a blow to the back of his head, almost making him lose control right then and there. The blood was still rushing below, a mix of pain and intense pleasure.

“Why would you take me in your mouth?”

Seowoo pouted her lips and rolled her eyes. Maybe it was because she was tipsy, but the moment she held his c*ck in her hand, she had felt the urge to suck on it. The feeling wasn’t as bad as she thought, and instinctively, her lips and tongue had moved. Jiwook’s face was more flushed than usual, and the lewd expression due to her actions gave her a strange feeling. The look of excitement, the ragged breathing, felt strangely stirring. As she recalled his face from just moments ago, he moved inside her vigorously.

“Hmph!”

“Focus on me.”

Jiwook straightened his back, his movements gradually quickening.  It felt like her brain was melting away.

“Slow, slow down, ah.”

Her cl*max came hard and fast. Seowoo shivered, gripping the sheets as waves of intense pleasure washed from her toes upward. She moaned loudly and bucked against him.

“Jiwook, Jiwook!”

At the urgency in her voice, he leaned down and captured her lips. Seowoo wrapped her legs around his waist, deepening the kiss. Despite her breath being caught by his invading tongue, she enjoyed the intense kisses so much that she pulled him closer.

“Haah!”

With her head tilted, Seowoo finally cl*maxed. Her p*ssy contracted spasmodically in the aftermath. Still, Jiwook’s deep movements left her breathless.

“Uhh, ah.”

“You’re so beautiful.”

So painfully beautiful to look at. 

Even while holding her, Jiwook felt an overwhelming desire to hold her even closer. 

Her adorably bewildered appearance was so lovely that Jiwook leaned down to take her br*ast again, eliciting a raw moan from her. The sound of their wet friction was unmistakably erotic.

“Ji-Jiwook. Ahh.”

He gave her no respite, biting down and then broadly licking. Each stroke sent her mind reeling as if waves of cl*max washed over her again.

“I can’t, it’s too much, ah.”

Her vision blurred repeatedly. As she writhed, Jiwook firmly grasped behind her knees. Soon after, his hands forced her knees apart, and her body began to shake uncontrollably again.

Aligned with his movements, the ceiling seemed to turn over. Again, Seowoo arched her back against him as her climax washed over her.