I'll Make You Think of Nothing
"Don't tell me your tastes are..."
At her muttered words, Mu-yeol let out a disbelieving laugh.
"What, is that making you nervous too?"
Eun-jae couldn't go on. She bit down on her lip. Watching her steadily, the corner of his mouth curved up, smooth and unhurried.
"That's something you'll find out once we get there."
He had her pinned between his knees, kneeling over her, and he stared down at her as he began leisurely undoing the buttons of his shirt, one by one. As the front of it fell further and further open, Eun-jae turned her face away in flustered embarrassment.
"You won't even say my name, and yet you've got a lot of demands, Ms. Go Eun-jae."
Mu-yeol. Why wouldn't those words come out? They hovered at the edge of her lips and refused to leave them. Strangely, stubbornly so.
"When we're done, I'll wash you myself."
"I don't want that."
Even as Eun-jae recoiled, he pretended not to hear. He only kept smiling, as if the whole situation amused him.
"Doesn't matter if you don't want it. That's what's going to happen."
Click. Click. As his hands reached the last button, Eun-jae squeezed her eyes shut again. Mu-yeol shrugged the shirt off and tossed it aside, then lowered himself over her once more. He caught her chin and turned her averted face back toward him.
"Look at me. Open your eyes."
She was so tense her eyelashes were trembling. As if to tell her not to be afraid, he pressed his lips to those quivering lids. Slowly, Eun-jae lifted them.
Their gazes tangled at close range. They hadn't even done anything, and yet just meeting his eyes left her breathing in complete disarray.
"As much as you want to run away—"
"..."
"Cling to me that desperately tonight. I'll hold you as much as you need."
With that, her lips were swallowed into his mouth once more. The rough kiss left her dazed. Eun-jae gasped for breath as she received it—as if answering him, clinging as desperately as she wanted to escape.
When she slowly lifted her left hand to cup his cheek, he tilted his head and pushed his tongue deep into her mouth.
"Mmph—!"
The relentless kiss drove the air from her lungs until it sat high in her throat. The kiss alone sent her emotions surging all over again. To think she would end up in the arms of the man she had carried in her heart for years. She thought she wouldn't mind if her breath stopped right here.
His hand still lingered on her breast. After sucking at her lips, he slowly traced down the line of her throat.
"Hnn... haah."
A moan escaped of its own accord every time his lips moved along her body. The sounds were so lewd, so foreign even to her own ears, that Eun-jae bit her lip in embarrassment—but it was a futile gesture.
The more she tried, the more Mu-yeol stimulated her, sucking fiercely at her tender skin, as if he had made up his mind. She never imagined that moist lips traveling the line of her collarbone could feel this erotic. She had wondered, once, what foreplay before sex might be like. This was beyond anything she had imagined.
This was a side of him she could never have pictured from the composed, impeccable man she knew. The gulf between the usual Cha Mu-yeol and the one before her now made her chest ache. As she gasped for breath, his large hand slipped behind her back and drew down the zipper.
He peeled the dress slowly from her shoulders, and cool air touched the newly bared skin. Then, with a snap, even her undergarments were stripped away entirely.
"You're beautiful."
Mu-yeol took in the sight of her lying beneath him. He hadn't known such a sensual body was hidden beneath that neatly worn dress.
Every time he had watched her cry in front of him, tears falling one after another, he had thought it. Would she look like this if she cried beneath him, too? The fantasy of holding her until she wept and clung to him, saying she couldn't take any more. He had felt like garbage for thinking such things about her.
The sight of Eun-jae trembling with nerves was almost pitiful. Slender, straight shoulders. Breasts as pale and full as her porcelain face. After he had kneaded them so relentlessly through her clothes, the rose-pink peaks had already hardened with arousal.
He wanted to take them in his mouth that instant. Just looking at her sent blood rushing south until he felt ready to burst. Savoring the erotic sight of her, Mu-yeol let his gaze travel lower—past her flat stomach, down to the curve of her hips—then lifted his eyes again.
"Hhk— w-wait..."
His hand touched her bared breast. The sensation was nothing like when he had touched her through her clothes. Eun-jae called out to him urgently, but Mu-yeol didn't stop. She could only clutch the bedsheets and gasp for air. The moment she became aware of her own complete nakedness, the embarrassment peaked.
He teased the stiffened peak with his fingertips. Each tap, each scrape sent goosebumps racing over her entire body. After circling the areola, he pinched the nipple between his fingers and squeezed. Eun-jae laid her own hand over his where it gripped her breast, but Mu-yeol didn't stop. After sucking at the upper swell of her breast, he finally took the peak greedily into his mouth.
"Haah— nngh— ah!"
The hot, wet sensation against that sensitive, tender place tore a sharp cry through the bedroom. Even as he rolled his tongue around her with unhurried ease, his hands never stopped moving.
Mu-yeol kneaded her breasts for a long time. Then his hands traveled down her supple waist, gathered her soft buttocks in his palms and squeezed, and endlessly caressed her tensed thighs.
"Haa... haah."
When he stroked down the insides of her slender thighs, hot breath spilled freely from her lips. Every time his hand grazed that secret place—so close that the slightest movement would reach it—her mind went hazy. Already, the sensations of her own body no longer belonged to her.
All she could do was moan. And yet the way he touched her—as if handling something precious—was so tender, so careful, that tears welled up unbidden. And another thought crossed her mind: that she was truly fortunate the person holding her was Cha Mu-yeol. If it was Cha Mu-yeol, she thought, it would be all right. However far this went.
How fortunate she hadn't married that piece of garbage. The moment was so welcome that Eun-jae's eyes grew wet. Beneath his large hands, her entire body was being thoroughly, relentlessly claimed.
"Haah... mmph."
Mu-yeol trailed his lips down her injured right arm. He pressed kiss after kiss to the arm that had gone rigid, that couldn't even move—then laced his fingers through her small hand.
A pulse beat where their palms met.
It felt as if he were telling her it was all right, that everything would be all right—and Eun-jae finally let the tears she had been holding back break free.
"Hhic—"
At the sound of her sobs in his ear, Mu-yeol lifted his head for a moment.
"Go Eun-jae."
"..."
He quietly took in the sight of her crying in front of him, her face crumbling.
On the hospital rooftop. At the matchmaking meeting. And today as well. The way she laid herself bare and wept in front of him always made her look terribly fragile. Poignantly so. The day he had first met her had been just like this. Recalling that moment, Mu-yeol kissed the tears trailing from the corners of her eyes, and her sobs deepened.
"It's a problem if you start crying already."
He whispered it low, wiping her eyes, then spoke with quiet certainty.
His promise to make her think of nothing turned out to be true. Throughout the foreplay, Mu-yeol painted her body with his lips. Slowly. Tenderly. As if telling her not to be afraid. After sucking at her breasts, he carefully lowered the hand that had been caressing her thigh to her sex. She was already soaked between her legs. Her own body growing wet beyond anything she had expected was so foreign, so mortifying, that Eun-jae caught his wrist.
"Wait—please. Please."
"We haven't even started yet."
"Hhk—!"
He lowered his fingertips a little further and teased her entrance. The sensation was utterly unlike anything she had felt when he touched the rest of her body, and she trembled all over. Her legs kept trying to close; her hips twisted. As if telling her not to tense up, his fingers slowly stroked her opening. Thick arousal soaked her thoroughly, and his hand moved more smoothly.
Every nerve in her body concentrated on Cha Mu-yeol's fingertips. Each gush of wetness made her face burn with shame. Her body was already fever-hot, as if she were boiling from the inside.
His hand stroking her below, sliding fast and slick, set her ablaze. She couldn't control the heat; Eun-jae panted, breath whistling. When he scraped and stimulated her swollen clit, her hips jerked up as if in a spasm.
"Nngh— ah... haah."
And then his finger slipped inside her, into an entrance gone soft and yielding. The utterly foreign sensation of something entering her made Eun-jae's chin lift. She had forgotten even to make a sound; only hot breath spilled through her parted lips.
"Hah."
Mu-yeol steadied his breathing. The moment he entered her, the tight inner walls clinging to his finger nearly undid him. Slowly, he worked his finger into that impossibly narrow space, stretching her open.
From the moment he had decided he would have her, his cock had been ready to burst. Just the thought of putting it inside her in a moment was enough to send a surge of climax threatening through him.
Watching Go Eun-jae's face as she whimpered and moaned every time his hand touched her was a pleasure in itself. The way she cried, the way she moaned—it was even more beautiful than he had imagined. Not to mention a body as lovely as her face. She was so aroused that wetness ran down his wrist. Mu-yeol didn't miss a single expression on Go Eun-jae's face as she whimpered that she couldn't take it.
Squelch. Squelch.
The wet sounds filled her ears. She could hardly believe they were coming from her own body—so obscenely lewd. His fingers churned her without mercy, and wetness streamed out of her against her will. The moment of penetration had felt so strange, but she had adapted quickly; his hand now moved in and out of her slightly loosened entrance without resistance. And then, a moment later—
"Hhk—!"
A second finger pushed inside. Thicker, heavier than before—and the instant it entered, she came again. Her body flared hot; her vision blurred; even her mind went hazy.
"Hnn— Mu... Mu-yeol."