Don't Hold Back
He had been lying for quite some time. More precisely, from the very moment Do-yeon had walked toward him, the hem of her robe fluttering.
He wanted to climb onto that small, soft body right then and there. And after that, he wanted to bury himself inside her until she pushed him away with those prim eyes and told him to stop.
His thighs were ready to burst from the effort of restraining the urge to move however he pleased. Unfortunately, his wife had no idea what state Mo-jun was in.
“Before that, you take yours off too, Kang Mo-jun.”
The moment she spoke with such resolve, Do-yeon finished slipping the robe the rest of the way off her shoulders with her own hands. Even so, the shy little motion of covering her chest made his mouth go bone-dry.
This is getting difficult.
In an instant Mo-jun’s gaze darkened further. Every cell in his body felt pulled taut.
His large hand seized the bottom of his knit shirt as if it had been waiting for the cue.
“I was far too slow on the uptake, wasn’t I.”
Before the words had even finished, his clothes dropped to the floor with a soft thud. At the sight of the bare skin now fully revealed, Do-yeon’s mouth fell open.
“What… what are you doing right now?”
“You told me to take it off.”
When Do-yeon, too flustered to form a coherent sentence, blurted the question, Mo-jun let out a short snort of laughter.
Even he found it absurd, yet Do-yeon could not tear her eyes from his upper body. The finely wrought muscles, washed in the afternoon sunlight, cast shadows that were pure art.
Why bother going to Florence? David is alive and well right here in Korea.
“What, not to your liking?”
While she was still frantically rolling her eyes, the statue spoke. Looking at the face that tilted slightly to one side as if to say that couldn’t possibly be true, conflicting emotions surged through Do-yeon’s chest.
…Ah, he really is an annoying, ridiculously handsome bastard.
“That’s not what I meant.”
Holding back the urge to applaud, Do-yeon shook her head with earnest diligence—while her eyes continued to trace the ridges of his abs with stubborn persistence.
Does this man even go to the office, or does he just live at the gym?
Perhaps it was because she had far too little experience. Even though she herself was already completely bare, the mere fact that Mo-jun had only removed his top sent a stream of ridiculous thoughts tumbling through her mind.
“Touch it.”
It was Mo-jun who cut those idle thoughts short. Gently snatching her wrist, he settled Do-yeon’s right hand firmly onto the washboard of his abdomen.
At the sudden invitation, Do-yeon looked up at him with round eyes.
“No need for pointless formality. Let’s touch fairly.”
“……It’s fine.”
“Fine, my ass. You can’t take your eyes off it right now.”
As always, Mo-jun was rational and logical.
She had only refused once out of politeness; Do-yeon had no real intention of pulling away either. The man himself said it was all right, and he had just spent a long while fondling her chest—so what did it matter?
“Then I won’t refuse.”
With a much lighter heart, Do-yeon moved her hand. Wondering if they might spring back, she pressed the rounded swells, then traced the deep grooves between them.
She indulged her selfish curiosity for quite some time. The skin stretched over those hard, angry muscles was so smooth she was even more reluctant to let go.
“That’s enough texture play for now.”
His breathing seemed to grow rougher; Mo-jun drew her wrist down.
Their lips met again in an instant. Captivated by the sensation of his tongue thrusting between her teeth, Do-yeon found herself being pushed backward by him.
The hand repeatedly stroking her waist was ticklish and lewd all at once. Mo-jun’s bare upper body pressed flush against her was strangely hard, and above all it was sealed so tightly to her chest that she kept running out of air.
“Hah……”
Amid the unbroken wet friction of their mouths, her body tipped backward. A sudden flicker of fear made Do-yeon instinctively wrap her arms around him in return.
Of course, the bed was right behind her. The moment the soft bedding touched her legs, she exhaled in relief.
“Baek Do-yeon is surprisingly timid.”
In her half-lidded vision, Mo-jun’s face appeared, murmuring as if he found it amusing.
“But then again, you’re brave in the strangest places.”
At the end of the whisper, heat bloomed along her nape. Before she knew it, Mo-jun had climbed over her and was kissing his way down the line of her throat.
The damp, ticklish sensation traveled steadily lower. At the leisurely yet unrestrained movement, her waist twisted of its own accord.
If he goes any lower from here……
“Hah……!”
A grip stronger than she expected closed over both her breasts.
While Do-yeon swallowed her breath in shock, Mo-jun lowered his head over them. Fine hairs rose all over her body.
She swore she had never once imagined a situation like this in her entire life. Kang Mo-jun sucking at her breasts hard enough to make wet, obscene sounds. He looked like a completely different man from the newlywed groom who had just stood at the altar in a perfect tuxedo.
“Why, hah, with your mouth……”
A whimper escaped her without permission.
Mo-jun might not know it, but even their first kiss had not been easy for Do-yeon. Goosebumps had kept skittering across her skin; her feet had felt as if they were floating in midair.
Looking at it now, that had been nothing. The sight of the man’s head hanging over her chest sent heat flooding through her belly in an instant.
“Because they look like they want to be sucked.”
As she panted in broken breaths, Mo-jun lifted his head just enough to meet her eyes. His neat lips were glistening.
In that moment her thighs clenched hard. The face that could spit out words so mismatched with his fastidious impression was unbearably lewd.
Speechless, Do-yeon could only stare down at him.
“Don’t hold back—scream. Our hotel has excellent soundproofing.”
“……”
Receiving her dazed gaze, Mo-jun calmly added the explanation. Then he took the stiffly peaked nipple into his mouth again.
What kind of man is this skilled?
Do-yeon fluttered her eyelids, helpless. Her whole body tensed, her toes itched, her tailbone tingled—her mind was a complete mess—yet Mo-jun looked perfectly composed except for the slight unfocus in his eyes.
And that was not all.
“……Ah!”
After thoroughly stealing her wits, he was already stroking slowly down below her navel. At this rate it was only a matter of time before his hand reached between her legs.
A jolt of fear made Do-yeon half-sit up and instinctively press her thighs together. She had completely forgotten that she had stripped herself bare with her own hands.
“Nervous?”
His large hands gently caught both of her knees and spread them open.
Mo-jun’s lips curved into a delicate arc as he gave a soft snort. It was far too upright a face to be settled between a woman’s legs.
But his eyes belonged to an entirely different genre.
“……I-I’m not.”
“Then cooperate a little.”
At the lazy gaze that dragged over her most sensitive place, Do-yeon’s insides burned dry. The meaning of that look was so obvious her stomach clenched until she stammered.
“The sun will set before I even put it in.”
A hot sigh mixed into the playful words. The breathing that had grown rougher than before somehow registered to Do-yeon as pure excitement.
Not knowing how to respond, she stiffened awkwardly. In the meantime Mo-jun naturally lowered himself again.
“Wh-what are you—ah!”
Do-yeon’s eyes flew wide. Contrary to her expectation that he would at most use his hands, he brought his lips to the long, parted slit.
A damp, blunt tongue slowly traced the vertical line. When it flicked the small round bud, her vision flashed white as if lightning had struck the crown of her head.
“Eung, hah……”
Mo-jun’s face pressed closer, more avid. Every time he stimulated her clit, her legs opened and closed of their own will and wetness spilled free.
At the utterly foreign sensation her thighs trembled; she was so mortified her face felt ready to burst.
“You don’t have to go that far…… hup!”
“Yes, I do. I absolutely hate the sight of blood.”
She desperately pushed at his shoulders, but Mo-jun did not budge. The face she briefly met was so resolute she did not dare open her mouth again.
The wet sounds between her legs and Do-yeon’s moans grew louder—loud enough to make her ears ring.
“Hoo……”
If there was one strange thing, it was that Mo-jun himself was letting out low, rough sounds. Even though she was the one being licked and sucked.
Is it not just me who’s this desperate? The thought alone made her thighs grow even wetter.
“Hoo, Kang Mo-jun……”
Heat flushed every place their skin met. Especially the clit that was intermittently crushed against the bridge of his nose throbbed with raw excitement.
Mo-jun finally dragged the tip of his tongue up over the swollen flesh.
“Drop the surname.”
“Ah, eung—what?”
At the first-time stimulation her mind went soft and liquid. Because of that, Do-yeon failed to grasp his words at once and asked again.
When she only stared with a half-dazed face, Mo-jun spoke once more.
“Drop the surname. Again.”
Even as he said it he kept his hands busy. His left arm firmly spread and pinned her right thigh; his right hand parted the tender inner folds.
When he pushed into the thoroughly soaked entrance, Do-yeon let out a sobbing moan. Her inner walls clung stickily to the clearly jointed middle finger.
At the spine-tingling softness and heat, Mo-jun’s cock swelled hard once more. His patience was wearing thinner by the second.
“Mo-jun, ah, eung……”
Even in this state his wife diligently called his name—exactly as if she were dying to scratch at his shameless desire.
At the flushed face looking up at him, Mo-jun gritted his teeth.