Chapter 69: Possession (2)
Instead of answering Hanna's provocative remark, I pulled the hand we'd been holding together and drew her into my arms.
If you asked me whether I was tired right now—honestly, yes, I was.
Exhausted, even.
Quite a lot had happened since yesterday, after all.
So lying in bed beside Hanna, the sleep I'd been holding back kept bubbling up in a warm haze.
Through my loosening eyes, Hanna gazing up at me with that earnest, pleading look seemed to grow more dreamlike, more beautiful by the moment.
I'd thought she was pretty from the very first time we met at the Han River park.
I'd thought she was like a pure country girl straight out of the lyrics of the old songs adults used to listen to when I was a kid.
Seeing it now, everything happens for a reason.
Anyway, the second time we met, in that hotel lobby, I thought she was beautiful.
It was the day I'd believed I'd grown used to pretty women through my dates with Jeong Sujin and Park Yujin—
and then Hanna showed up dressed to the nines, pretty enough to turn me into an idiot, and she was simply stunning.
And from then until today, I kept on thinking of her as pretty and beautiful.
Sometimes, even lovely.
But now, truly everything about Hanna just looked lovely to me.
From the memories of my time with her floating up through my drowsy mind,
down to the tiniest things—her usual simple pair of earrings, the sweep of her long eyelashes.
All of it, simply lovely.
So, wanting to express that feeling, I pressed my lips to the ones that kept drawing my eyes.
A kiss that wasn't fierce enough to devour her, but was anything but light.
And Hanna received it softly.
Lovely, as always.
"Mmm..."
Compared to our first time, she'd improved enormously.
The kiss that had once been clumsy and stiff from sheer inexperience
had, through her time with me, grown mature and active—she'd even take the lead herself now.
From the natural meeting of our lips to the easy rhythm of every touch, she knew exactly what I wanted.
Matching her movements, I laid my hand on the dress she'd worn tonight.
With adjustable ribbons at the bust and the neck, it looked far more comfortable than any of her other clothes that clung to every curve.
Which meant that if those ribbons came undone, the whole thing would likely slip straight to the floor.
I gently took hold of the end of the ribbon beneath her chest first.
The soft, silky slip of it against my fingers set my heart racing, and sleep began to scatter little by little.
When I gave that neatly tied ribbon a light pull, it came undone with a soft whisper,
and Hanna's full, emphasized chest vanished beneath the dress as it billowed loose.
"Hahh..."
Embarrassed, perhaps, by the hands undoing her dress, Hanna broke off the kiss,
burrowed into my chest to hide her face, and let out a small whimper.
At the sight of her, I let my freed hand drift slowly upward from below, searching for the hidden ribbon.
Finding a ribbon I couldn't see, relying only on touch, took a little while—
but there, between those two soft, generous hills, I found it at last.
"Jagi... your hands tonight... are so naughty..."
"...Are they?"
I couldn't say I'd noticed.
Thinking that, I slowly pulled the ribbon I'd worked so hard to find.
The dress that had kept Hanna looking so modest ever since we entered the room slid down her body.
There really is something to be said for clothes that aren't all the way off.
Of course, Hanna with everything removed is the prettiest—but Hanna like this, half-undressed and disheveled, has a dangerous kind of charm.
The kind of charm you never, ever want another man to see.
Ah, this is dangerous.
Dangerous.
Which means I'd better get the rest off quickly, shouldn't I.
I gathered Hanna, nestled in my arms with the dress hanging precariously off her shoulders and arms since we were lying down,
slipped a trembling hand along her back, and calmly undid her clasp with my fingers.
The lavender bra, laboriously holding up a chest nearly the size of her head,
fell away along with the dress at my touch.
Then I pressed my lips to every part of her body, slowly savoring the moans spilling from her mouth.
Mwah.
"Ah..."
Mwah.
"Ah, nnh..."
Her tension melted slowly, and once the shyness began to set in—her ears flushed red to the tips—
I pressed one last kiss to her lips and brought the kiss to a close.
And when I carefully lifted my head to look at her,
she thought her fallen hair was hiding her face. But I saw it.
Eyes brimming with desperate longing, drawn over with lewd little hearts.
How can one person be this lovely?
The thoughts kept welling up in my head until I couldn't hold back anymore,
and pressing a little more force into my lips than I had anywhere else I'd kissed, I pressed them to her forehead.
Then, holding her arms, I gently pushed her back a short distance from my body
to take in this beautiful sight and burn it into my memory so I'd never forget it—
before climbing over her, bracing my hands on either side of her, and burying my face in her full chest.
Just like when I'd kissed her body all over, I started light—working my way up from the underside of her breast, lips never leaving skin,
until my fingers, tracing little paths across her body, found the nipple I'd brushed before.
Careful that my teeth wouldn't touch—only my tongue.
I cautiously tasted the pink bud and the skin around it.
Lick... lick...
I could feel Hanna's nipple stiffening as she grew more and more aroused by what I was doing,
so I suckled it gently, softly, like an infant.
"Hah... hnnh... I like it... I like it, jagi..."
Hanna tried covering the overflowing moans with both hands, then gave up and wrapped both arms around my head instead,
as if to say: have your fill—torment me as long as you like.
I wasn't about to decline the invitation, and I kept devouring her chest.
Sitting her up, I kneaded and caressed her without restraint, unleashing the dark desire that had been coiled inside me without hesitation.
"You really... love this part the most, don't you. Your chest."
"...I love all of you."
"Then... ahh, all of it... eat all of me."
At those words, my heart, already pounding fit to burst, began beating harder still—I could feel the blood coursing through my whole body.
I dragged her panties—so thoroughly soaked they'd long stopped serving any purpose—down with rough hands,
laid her fully on her stomach, and covered her from above.
I stroked the lewd curve of her hips and the swell of her ample rear—so often hidden beneath that great chest of hers—
until, unable to hold back the desire surging up in me any longer, I pushed my aching cock into her already soaking-wet folds.
"Ah... hahh..."
Unlike our first time, Hanna's pussy—perfectly shaped to fit me now—didn't push me out; it wrapped around me, soft and resilient,
and she let slip a short, unguarded moan, her face no doubt drenched in pleasure.
Watching her like that from behind, I began to move my hips slowly, letting her adjust to the sensation.
Her arousal spilled out so abundantly that my movements turned effortless,
and the sound of my hips slapping against her soft, springy rear filled the room.
Thwap! Thwap!
"Hahh! Jagi! Nnh, hnngh! Jagi!"
"Ngh, Hanna..."
That stunning view—her chest pressed out sideways beneath her small frame—and
the moans spilling out of her as if she'd given up holding back entirely,
both of them hitting my eyes and ears at once, stripped away the last of my restraint.
Gripping her shoulders, bracing on my knees to pin her so she couldn't possibly escape, I drove my hips faster.
Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!
"Ahh! Nn, nngh—nnnghh...!"
Her hands and feet twitched, her lower belly trembled visibly, an insane tightness gripped me—
and then I felt a sharp burst of wet heat against my moving thighs and hips.
An unmistakable pattern, learned from all our time together.
Whether she's simply sensitive, or we just fit well together, Hanna always comes before I do.
"Hahh..."
I pulled out for a moment, turned her trembling body over into missionary position,
pressed her down with my fingers laced through hers like a shackle, kissed her, and slid back in—
and her two long legs stretched out instinctively, wrapping around my waist.
"Not yet... I'm not done, jagi. More... give me more."
Ah...
This, I can't resist.
I knew then—I wasn't going to sleep at all tonight.
Without a word, I started moving my hips, until the only sounds left in the room were the springs groaning inside the king-size mattress
and Hanna's shameless cries.
***
My resolve, it turned out, was worthless. After three rounds in total, tonight's pleasure ended when Hanna whimpered that she couldn't take any more.
Leaving her collapsed on the bed, I—the one with strength still to spare—cleaned up so we could sleep,
then took her hand again and lay facing her.
"I'm sorry..."
"For what? What on earth do you have to be sorry about right now?"
"I can tell you're really tired, jagi... it feels like I got greedy and forced it."
Her small worry nearly pulled an unnecessary laugh out of me.
Who worries about things like this?
She's adorable.
"No. If you'd said let's just sleep tonight, I'd have been the one asking for it first."
"...Really? Thank goodness... So—did your work go well? The thing you were doing?"
"Mmm... yeah. I think it's finally starting to come together. So don't worry about a thing."
"Okay... mmnya. Then good night, jagi~"
"Yeah... good night."
With that, our last words of the day spoken, Hanna—utterly worn out from the way I'd ravished her tonight—
surrendered to the flood of sleep and slipped into a deep slumber, eyes fluttering shut.
Mmm.
Today I finally came to Japan and made a meaningful phone call, so things should start going smoothly from here on out.
Yeah, Nayoung's no fool either—I've said this much, so she'll handle the rest on her own.
She's a capable woman, after all.
Yaaawn...
Now I'm really sleepy.