Do You Have a Favorite Position for Making Love?
“Do you have a favorite position?”
“……”
“Or maybe you don’t like any of them.”
“……”
“No answer. Just do it my way?”
Those words scraped at the woman’s insides like nails. Shin Woo-yeon’s face remained sullen, a mask of endurance that had swallowed every insult. This wasn’t a visit to the bedroom; it was a face that had come to weather torment.
Je-hyeok studied the pouting cheeks a moment longer, then smirked and asked. Woo-yeon let out a small, pained moan and scrunched her face tighter.
Her blank expression—unmoving while claiming to enjoy him and want this—had become worthless. He wanted to torment her further, to drive her into madness. A woman who said she loved him with a face full of hatred, eyes tired of men, yet begged for his cock. She clearly wanted to mimic his mother’s desperation to approach him. Whatever the reason, once she’d confessed love and come crawling for sex, she should at least wear a proper expression for it.
He hooked her bra with two fingers and ripped the stockings in one vicious tear. Woo-yeon’s eyes flew wide, her dazed blinking face somehow still too innocent for the cruelty.
She was bound to get bored eventually. Why not give her plenty of pleasure before she lost interest?
Je-hyeok spoke calmly. “You seemed hot.”
“I wasn’t…!”
“Now you’re going to be.”
Shin Woo-yeon blinked in bewilderment. The woman who never showed emotion wore the most amusing expression he’d ever seen.
“I took the trouble to strip you because you said you were hot.”
Je-hyeok’s playful answer made Woo-yeon bite her lower lip hard.
“See? It feels cool and nice now, doesn’t it?”
Woo-yeon huffed a dazed breath. Her voice still dripped with reluctance.
“It’s nice to look at and nice to lick.”
Whatever he did, the woman’s eyes stayed blank, yet the filthy words that slipped out only made Je-hyeok happier. He waited for Shin Woo-yeon to say something that would drag his neck down, her fingers digging into his hair, but she stayed silent, so he kneaded her breasts instead. These were impossibly soft.
White, round, and full—like ripe fruit offered to him. Plump enough to fill his palm and the pink peak at the tip, delicate as a flower petal, tormented every nerve ending.
He had seen a woman’s body before. Shin Woo-yeon’s breasts, though, stopped every circuit in his mind. This woman’s face was already too beautiful; now her chest was just as ruinously perfect. The thought of exploring every inch of her made his hunger grow.
“Since you’re already naked, let me shower you.”
Woo-hee spoke firmly, but Je-hyeok pretended not to hear. His tongue traced the curve of her breast, then suddenly clamped down on the nipple and sucked hard, like a starving child devouring candy.
He pressed his nose to her chest, inhaling the scent, then covered both breasts with his mouth and sucked at the same time. Woo-hee’s breathing fell apart.
She thrashed, but his arms locked around her waist grew tighter. She clawed at his hair until the unbearable pleasure made her head fall back.
Eyes half-lidded, she stared at the ceiling. Through the tall glass, their reflection was hazy—her straddling him, being devoured. The massive erection beneath her felt enormous, the thick forearm-like muscle unmistakably his.
Je-hyeok sucked her breasts while thrusting his cock against her lower body. Each impact made her belly ring with a wet, hollow sound.
Then he sped up his tongue, sucking like a madman, the other nipple twisted between his fingers. Her lower body grew slick and hot, her head burning.
It was too much. Even without penetration, she was already about to break.
She wanted to run away. She didn’t want this with him. Not anymore. She had already ruined herself enough with her brother’s brother. There was no need to go further.
Alarm bells screamed in her head, but her foolish body was swept away by the incoming pleasure.
She pushed him hard, the man who should never have budged. He actually slid back. Woo-hee’s chest heaved; his did too. He was still sucking her breasts without even remembering how to breathe.
Je-hyeok noticed the strangeness, ran a hand through his wet hair, and looked at her with strange eyes. His gaze sank low, raking over her body.
“What were you saying a moment ago?”
Woo-hee couldn’t answer. She had no voice left. Minutes of breast-sucking had drained every last ounce of strength. Je-hyeok, supporting her wobbly frame, spoke brazenly.
“I couldn’t hear you because of your breasts.”
“You… ha… you’re a pervert; you can’t even think straight.”
“Exactly. Your breasts.”
Je-hyeok flicked her breast with two fingers. It stung. While she was still glaring, he spread her legs wider and tore the last strip of stocking that connected to her lower belly. He was about to position her wide-open thighs on the edge of the table.
Woo-hee tried to close her legs in panic, but he pulled her back by the waist. He returned his mouth to her breast.
“I’ll suck until you tell me if it’s too much.”
Her eyes were unfocused. She tried to stick out her tongue in desperation, but he said urgently, “I’m going to shower… I’m going to shower…”
“Aah.”
Je-hyeok’s lips curved in a smirk.
“I don’t want to.”
His mocking answer only irritated her more. He bit down harder on her nipple, the suction firmer and more teasing than before. He rolled it with his teeth, then flattened his tongue and pressed it firmly against the sensitive peak. A lewd moan slipped out.
From below, the sound of his belt buckle being loosened filled the air. He lifted her hips, palms rough on her bare skin. His thighs pressed against hers; her skin was soft, his hard and sculpted with dense muscle.
As he moved her body back and forth, her soaked pussy slid across his thigh. He felt every drop of her wetness and laughed against her breast.
“Shin Woo-yeon, you really get this wet?”
She was too lost in pleasure to feel shame.
“It’s because I’m going to shower with water.”
“Huff… don’t exaggerate…!”
“Not exaggerating.”
He slammed his hips up once more. A wet, slapping sound rang out.
“I didn’t even have to go to the bathroom to feel good.”
Pow. Pow. He thrust his hips up two more times. Each time the sheer presence of his cock pressed down on her folds. The thick column stood tall, two heavy balls slapping rhythmically against her ass.
Dangerous anticipation rose with every thrust. She was forgetting why she had come here to Woo Je-hyeok.
Woo-hee wrapped both arms around his head. The moment she lowered her lips to his, he lifted her body and stood, then laid her back on the table and kissed her deeply.
Even as his tongue invaded, his legs continued moving, stimulating her lower body. From the corner of her eye, the ice bucket and wine bottle inside rattled.
She moaned and writhed, her movements matching his so that his cock stabbed into her rhythmically.
The pillar swelled, parting her flesh as it thrust back and forth. Even without entering, the pressure was immense. Clear fluid leaked from her entrance.
Can I handle this? The thought repeated.
This man was too big. His kisses were too perfect, his sucking too skilled. A sudden unease rose. She shouldn’t be doing this. It was wrong. The thought struck hard again and again.
In the end she managed only a broken whisper. “Outside… haaa… outside…”
“I don’t want to either.”
“Why… ah!”
“Tired.”
He flipped her body over. Her belly and breasts met the cold glass table. Seoul’s night skyline beyond the window felt especially distant. Her head spun for a moment.