43. As Lovers
I laid Gyeo-ul down straight on her back as my lover and pulled back for a moment. I slipped off her panties from around her thighs and unhooked the bra draped over her breasts. Gripping her slightly bent knees, I spread them apart to either side, but she offered no resistance, simply exposing her pussy. Even after I let go, she held the position, waiting for me.
Honestly, I was at my limit too, so I naturally slid my legs between hers and climbed on top. We were both plenty wet—no more foreplay needed. With one hand, I gripped my cock; with the other, I gently stroked her clit as I pressed the tip against her entrance. I shifted my thumb away from teasing her clit and spread her folds open, then slowly pushed my cock inside.
Gyeo-ul let out just a single strained sound, but otherwise took me without much pain. As you said, this was our first time as lovers. I eased in carefully, tenderly, stroking her hair as I went deeper.
"…Gyeo-ul."
"Yeah, o… oppa."
"You want to do dirty things like this with me?"
"It's not… so much dirty as… just… feels… good…."
"What does?"
"Being… connected… to you."
"You like being connected to me?"
"…."
I gently brushed her hair behind her ear, and she clamped her lips shut, nodding. It was so cute, so hot, so satisfying that I thrust a little deeper and kissed her collarbone. Pulling back, I looked down at her. Her breasts were cleaner now, wiped against the sheets or her bra or my body, but semen stains still lingered, glistening lewdly under the light.
I couldn't resist—I moved my hand to knead them softly. …Haa. I wanted to pound away inside her right then, making wet slapping sounds, but I held back with my cock fully sheathed. If I went wild on my terms, it felt like I'd lose somehow.
Instead, I kept pressing my lips to her melting, gooey face, over and over, until her mouth opened and words spilled out.
"…I never even dreamed… of this happening, and you doing it… for me… feels so good."
"What part?"
"You acting all crazy… like you're not even you… groping me like that… it feels… good…."
"…And?"
"Honestly, the first time… it hurt a little… but then you kissed me… and I forgot all about the pain… it felt… so good…."
"…."
"Feeling you… connected all the way inside me… feels good…."
"…Yeah."
"You clinging to me so slowly… loving me like this… feels… good…."
"…You want it slow? Or rough?"
"…Both… 'cause it's you…."
She kept spilling these embarrassing things, then reached out, pulled my head close, and stole kisses from my lips wildly. …I didn't refuse. Just as you wanted, I slipped one hand under your back, the other under your ass, pulled my cock out from deep inside, then thrust back in, repeating.
That devilish tongue shredding my sanity soon lost function, becoming just an obstacle to the moans reflexively pouring from her throat.
"Ha, uhng, heuk… hak, haak… haeup…."
The moment our lips parted briefly, we both panted heavily. When they met again, her spread legs naturally wrapped around my waist. The arms that had tugged my head now looped around my neck.
Her soaked pussy walls, waiting for my cock, clamped down from entrance to depths, sucking me eagerly. Softly, yet firmly squeezing me, making me feel so good. It would've been a shame to cum like this. Wanting to savor this sex a little longer, I slowed my pace as much as possible and gently lifted you up, still clinging to me.
I sat back on my knees on the bed for a moment, carefully shifted positions, then settled sitting up against the headboard. Even then, Gyeo-ul stayed latched onto me. Facing each other now, it wasn't just me savoring you—we were tasting each other together, like proper lovers, matching our hip movements.
"Haak, ha… haeu… hu…. …Op… pa."
"…Yeah."
"Today… I took… the pill…."
"Of course you did… we just did it the other day."
"Tomorrow… will you… let me take it… again?"
"…Every time I have a chance."
"Eut, eung…."
Sitting on my thighs, she looked down at me slightly. Maybe that's why she started saying such dangerous things without hesitation. …Truth be told, even without her saying it, I probably wouldn't have cared. Worries had vanished from my brain long ago. In this space with just you and me, no one else could enter.
"Haah, haak, hek…."
"Kim Gyeo-ul…."
"Hek… Gyeo… ul wants… haak… to… cum…."
"…Gyeo-ul."
"Heut… op… paa…."
"You gonna cum?"
"What does… cum… ming… mean?"
"Feels good, right?"
"You mean… or… orgasm… as soon as you say it…?"
"…Yeah."
"Eung… gonna… hek… cum…."
"…I'll go faster."
Even awkwardly, she matched her still-awkward hips to mine so earnestly—it was so alluring. As you wished, I started thrusting faster, aiming to cum, and suddenly her pelvis trembled violently as she arched her back. She collapsed into my arms, barely breathing.
Her pussy walls convulsed, squeezing my cock irregularly like milking it, and matching her, I hugged her tight as my balls twitched, flooding her deep inside with my color, just as I wanted this time.
"Ha… a… haak… ha…. Hwaa…."
"…Gye… o-ul…."
"…Ha… a…."
She didn't even hear me calling her, just kept chewing on my cock greedily while leaning against me, breathing raggedly. Even in this cold winter, we were sweating buckets, our bodies scorching hot—probably dangerously high blood pressure, blood pumping wildly, hearts pounding like we'd sprinted 100m a dozen times—but because we were connected as lovers, there was no anxiety. If anything, it felt peaceful.
"Haak, ha…. Heup… haa…. Op… pa…."
"…Yeah, Gyeo-ul."
"Can't… move…."
"…We just did it once?"
"This way… is my first time…."
"How's it feel?"
"I… don't really know…."
Limp and clinging to me, Gyeo-ul seemed truly exhausted—or maybe just reluctant to let go, or both—as she hugged me with her whole body, content to let me hear her heartbeat without moving.
…Haa. Staying like this with it still inside would get me hard again. It never really goes down anyway. What am I supposed to do?
"Gyeo-ul."
"…Yeah."
"Hold on tight. With your arms and legs."
"…Huh?"
We couldn't stay like this forever, so supporting her so she wouldn't slip, I stood up just like that. …She had some weight, but not too much. Considering her height, she was light, I guess. Not sure.
"O, oppa…?"
"You said you couldn't move."
"Like… this…? That's… really… no… way…."
"…Gonna shower. Make sense."
"…For real?"
"For real."
…Honestly, it'd be a lie if I said I didn't want to pound her hard enough to make slapping sounds in this state. But… it's dangerous. Not that I'd drop her, but she might go limp and slip.
"Shower first."
"…Yeah, heut… eut, ha… eut…."
I stepped carefully toward the bathroom, one foot at a time. …Because of the shaking, my cock kept rubbing every which way inside her, drawing endless moans from Gyeo-ul. I could just pull out, but how? Skipping this afterglow would be too cruel.
Semen dripped one drop at a time onto the floor—I averted my eyes before I gave in and thrust hard. …Appreciate how I didn't even sway my hips.
I made it to the bathroom leisurely enough, then at the tub, I pulled out with a pop and set her down. Despite saying she couldn't move, she could at least stand. Panting heavily, legs trembling, semen trickling from between her outer lips… seeing her struggling like that didn't soften my erection at all. Damn. Maybe the shower will help.
"Haak… ha…. …Oppa."
"…What."
"You said no more… you're really bad…."
"No, you're hugging me so tight and won't let go—what can I do?"
"…Anyway, you're bad."
"Didn't know you'd feel it just from walking."
"…Your fault."
"This too?"
"'Cause you… got me all wet…."
"How?"
"You keep… dyeing me… your color…."
"…."
"Hasn't even been long since the first time… you made me… cum… orgasm and all."
"…."
"And earlier you said no more… but kept messing with my ears and everywhere…."
"…I know your ears are sensitive."
"Yours too. …You said that's why the first time you pounced—'cause of my ears."
"That's 'cause you were gnawing on mine."
"You could shake me off with strength. I… can't…."
"What?"
"…You hold me down with force… I can't escape…."
…I usually hold back, but no choice. Self-defense. Honestly, Gyeo-ul, doing it just once in a hotel and leaving would waste the room fee.