A Reality Better Than Dreams

At first it was only a light brush, the barest graze of lips. Then the pressure deepened, and their hot breaths tangled together.

Eunjeong no longer had any reason—or any desire—to push Taeseok away. She followed what her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠heart demanded and welcomed his mouth with open hunger. Her tongue sought his without shame, sliding soft and eager against it inside his mouth.

Churp… churp… smack…

Sweet, wet heat flooded her senses. A tiny moan slipped from her throat.

“Mm… haah…”

Taeseok’s hands, as if every last restraint had finally shattered, roamed her body with greedy hunger. He pulled her in by the waist, seized her ass hard enough to leave marks, and dragged his palms down the long line of her spine. Eunjeong shuddered under every touch, breath coming in ragged little gasps. There was no refusal left in her voice—only raw need.

When his fingers dug into the cleft of her ass and squeezed, an uncontrollable cry of pleasure tore out of her.

“Taeseok… haeungh… Taeseok… if you touch me like that…”

Instead of answering he caught her lower lip between his teeth and kissed her even deeper. Her legs trembled and began to part on their own; he simply lifted her by the waist and held her firm against him.

“Ajumma… your breathing is so lewd…”

“D-don’t say things like that… ahhk…”

“You want this too, don’t you?”

“Taeseok…”

“Getting all dressed up, putting on makeup… that was for me, wasn’t it?”

“I don’t know~♡”

“No more running away.”

“…”

She couldn’t answer, yet when he scooped her into his arms and carried her toward the bed she went willingly, body soft and trusting in his hold. He laid her down. Once more his hands stripped every last piece of clothing from her. Through the long night she clung to him, moaning hot and broken against his skin.

After several shattering orgasms, Eunjeong lay limp in Taeseok’s arms, no longer even thinking of escape. The pleasure he gave her was so fierce, so deep, that reality itself felt distant and soft around the edges.

For a long while she simply rested against the warmth of his chest. When she finally managed to gather her thoughts she tried, gently, to ease out of his embrace. Taeseok only tightened his hold, pinning her in place.

“Leaving?”

His low voice brushed her ear like a caress. Eunjeong hesitated, then answered in a tiny voice.

“I should go…”

The words said one thing; her body said another, already leaning back into him. His heat, his scent, the feel of his skin—everything was so sweet she was afraid to let go.

“Stay the night.”

“How can I…”

It sounded less like refusal and more like a plea to be held tighter. Taeseok pulled her waist flush against him and breathed hot against her ear.

“What’s the harm? There’s no one waiting at home anyway. You’ll only feel lonelier.”

The words struck true. An empty house. A cold bed. The solitude that returned every night without fail. All of it rose in her mind until her eyes stung. At the same time the warmth and fullness she felt in Taeseok’s arms pulled her even deeper.

“What am I going to do… how did I end up with you…”

Her voice trembled, thin and small.

“Stop thinking about it. It’s already happened, hasn’t it?”

Eunjeong rested her forehead against his chest and closed her eyes.

“Are you… really okay with this?”

She asked carefully.

“With an older woman like me…”

The sentence trailed off. The very words she had spoken seemed to wound her; her voice grew smaller and smaller. The anxiety in her heart had shifted completely—from whether the relationship itself was wrong, to what Taeseok thought of her. She buried her face deeper against his chest and waited for his answer with uneasy eyes.

Taeseok listened to her trembling voice, then drew a quiet breath. He held her tighter and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. When he spoke, his tone was low and warm, every word deliberate.

“Ajumma… I’ll be honest.”

He paused, choosing his next words carefully, then continued.

“I… like this moment. Holding you like this… feeling your body heat… I like all of it.”

His hand stroked slowly down her back. Eunjeong’s breath hitched. He added, even softer,

“You’re asking if I mind that you’re older than me?”

He stopped again just long enough to brush a light kiss across her lips.

“To me, Ajumma is… simply a beautiful woman.”

A brief silence. The words sank into her heart like warm water. Taeseok’s arms enfolded her back once more.

“So… just stay here tonight. I’ll hold you tight so you won’t feel lonely.”

When he finished, tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. It had been so long since anyone had held her as a woman that the happiness nearly overwhelmed her. She no longer tried to leave. Instead she pressed her face fully into his chest and wrapped ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠both arms around his waist. Her legs tangled lightly with his thighs as she surrendered her entire weight to him. Nestled so close her breath brushed his neck, she whispered,

“…Taeseok… thank you…”

Her body melted against him completely—soft, trusting, undone. Her breasts pressed warmly to his chest; her waist sought even closer contact of its own accord. Eyes closed, she sank deeper into his embrace, listening to the steady beat of his heart and the heat of his skin.

The next morning.

Eunjeong woke first. Soft sunlight was already seeping through the window. Taeseok still slept deeply, and she remained nestled inside the circle of his arms.

I really slept with Taeseok. All the way until morning.

The feeling of having rested so thoroughly in a man’s warm, solid embrace after so long was almost too cozy to put into words.

Leaning on someone while I sleep… it feels this good…

Carefully she reached out and stroked his chest, tracing firm muscle and smooth skin with her fingertips. When her hand drifted lower she discovered his cock already standing hard and full.

Still young, after all…

A small smile touched her lips. The moment she laid her palm against him, hot heat and a strong pulse throbbed straight into her hand. That same mysterious pleasure bloomed again. Her heart began to race.

God, I’m really losing it… the second I wake up and this is what I’m doing. How embarrassing…

Even as the thought formed, every sensation of taking him inside her the night before came flooding back. The way Taeseok’s cock felt was on a completely different level from any pleasure she had ever known before.

I want to make him feel good too…

Quietly she shifted down his body. With both hands she gently wrapped his thick, rigid length. The weight, the girth, the ridged veins under her fingers were even more overwhelming than she remembered. Her eyes went round as she stared at it for a long moment; then her cheeks pinked and she murmured to herself,

It’s… so big. Did this thing really go inside ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me? I must be crazy.

She bit her lip shyly, but a soft smile soon followed. She lowered her head, first breathing a long, warm breath over him, then sealed her soft, wet lips around the head.

“Mm…”

With careful devotion she began to suck him, slow and thorough. Her tongue coiled gently around the shaft as she savored the hot flesh filling her mouth. Sometimes she took him deep enough for her throat to squeeze; other times the tip of her tongue teased the most sensitive spots. Her hands stroked his thighs affectionately while her mouth worked with patient, loving skill. Half-lidded eyes never left his face.

If I do this… will it feel good for him?

The thought shone plain in her gaze—pure and lewd at the same time.

Taeseok stirred as the sweet, electric stimulation seeped into his sleep. The ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fierce pleasure rising from his groin dragged him fully awake. He registered that the space beside him was empty, then slowly pushed the blanket aside.

There, where the covers had been, Eunjeong knelt, his massive cock buried in her mouth as she sucked him with devoted care. Her cheeks hollowed with the force of her suction; her soft tongue lapped greedily. Morning light painted the scene in vivid, sinful clarity.

“Ajumma…”

Still holding him between her lips, she lifted her eyes to meet his. She let him slip free just enough to speak, her voice soft and a little hoarse.

“You’re awake?”

“Haa… I was having the filthiest dream just now… all because of you, Ajumma.”

Eunjeong blinked once, then tilted her head slightly.

“Hmm? A dirty dream? What kind?”

“In the dream you were doing exactly this to me.”

A tiny smile curved her lips.

“Really? Which one do you like better?”

“Still… reality’s better than any dream.”