The Gazes They Exchanged (9)
Seonghwan gazed down at Yumi, sprawled on the floor and trembling. Having just ridden her first wave of climax, she was lost in ecstasy, her body too weak to hold itself up.
Perfect. Just perfect. Now it's my turn.
He hadn't come yet. He could've thrust inside her from the start and chased his own release right alongside hers, but Seonghwan had deliberately held back, drawing out his pleasure. Yumi's body was hypersensitive—orgasms crashed over her fast and hard, her struggles toward them fierce, like she was devouring him whole.
Seonghwan pulled out of her and knelt, giving his cock a quick stroke. From the peak of his arousal right up to now, it had stayed rock-hard, throbbing insistently.
That's enough service for you.
As if he'd been waiting for this exact moment, his movements turned decisive. He lifted Yumi's limp body slightly. Even in her haze of pleasure, she yielded to his touch. His fingers trailed slowly between her ass cheeks, spreading them apart—and only then did Yumi twist around in surprise.
"W-wait. I'm not ready yet... hold on. Huh?!"
But Seonghwan didn't hesitate. He drove his cock straight into her tight little hole.
The old Seonghwan, who used to fumble anxiously for the right spot, was long gone. Besides, Yumi's hole was still dripping with her juices, more than enough natural lube. His shaft forced its way in, stretching her entrance before plunging deeper, unstoppable, bulldozing through her insides without a care for any resistance.
"Nngh?! Ah, aaahhh. S-Seonghwan. Slow down. Slow.
He heard her desperate plea but ignored it. He knew there was no real pain or refusal in her voice—just her body spiraling out of control. She'd already been swept away once by the orgasmic tide, and now another was barreling down on her relentlessly. But waves like these only grew fiercer with each crest.
Slap. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
The moment his turn came, Seonghwan rocked his hips savagely back and forth. Yumi began to crumble. Her arms, braced against the floor, gave out; her thighs quivered and buckled. When she finally collapsed face-down, he climbed atop her, pinning her down as he fed his lust.
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud.
"Ahhhhngh. Ahhhuuung."
"Hah-hah-hah."
Her massive, moon-like ass. Even prone, her enormous breasts squished against the floor, spilling out to the sides in tantalizing swells. Yumi's hourglass figure filled his vision, utterly erotic. Normally, Seonghwan didn't favor doggy style with her. He preferred face-to-face—gazing into her eyes, stealing kisses now and then. Truth be told, it wasn't just her face he craved; it was her flushed expression, her writhing body, those huge tits he could watch and grope to his heart's content. That's why he loved when she rode him cowgirl, too—staring up at the hypnotic jiggle of her breasts, slick with sweat from her frantic motions, felt incredible.
But this position? It exceeded his expectations. Mounting her prone, helpless form and pounding down into her gave him an unexpected rush of conquest. He could feel every ragged breath, every inch of her feverish heat, doubling his arousal. And so, he ramped it up—harder, fiercer than ever.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
"Aaaaaahhh..."
Already spent from one climax, Yumi writhed beneath him, low moans spilling out as the next peak surged higher.
"Hnnngh. J-just... slow down a bit. I'm gonna lose my mind."
A woman's tearful plea could twist into the hottest invitation, depending on the moment. And "I'm gonna lose my mind"? That was the ultimate compliment to her partner. A man who'd already satisfied her once would bask in that praise, his superiority complex fueling him to chase even greater pleasure—for both of them.
"Hah-hah-hah."
Thud-thud-thud-thud.
"Ahngh. Haaang. Haaang."
Yumi gave up protesting, clenching her fists as she surrendered to his rhythm. This position was new for her, too. She'd done doggy plenty of times, but never like this—pinned powerlessly to the floor while a male rutted into her from behind like a beast. Sure, Seonghwan was her only experience, but he'd never been this intense. They'd tried every playful trick in the book, but their sex had always been tender, considerate—like any loving couple.
She'd never imagined this rough side of him.
It's electric. Aaaahhh, so fucking good.
He wasn't forcing her, not really—but the way he pinned her down, sating his greed, filled her with no resentment. If anything, she loved him for delivering this thrilling rush again. Her body sang with bliss; she wanted to twist around, yank his face to hers, and devour his lips right then.
Her flesh had tasted satisfaction once, briefly steadying itself—only to quake in faint fear at his relentless thrusting. But that terror melted into an overwhelming flood of pleasure she had no choice but to embrace.
Aaaaaahhh.
Yumi shuddered reflexively as ecstasy pierced her core. It shattered its limits, blooming into pure rapture.
Usually, after sex with Seonghwan, they'd bask in mutual afterglow, rest, savor the intimacy. Satisfied but calm, they'd go for round two once the embers cooled. Stroking each other's bare skin in those quiet moments felt divine—a cherished routine.
But this nonstop assault? It unlocked pleasures beyond anything before. Her mind blanked; her flailing hands went numb as orgasms piled on in a torrent.
She couldn't stay silent. The pressure swelling inside her threatened to burst; she couldn't contain it alone.
"Kyaaaaaaaah!"
Her scream was so loud, anyone outside might've thought something was wrong. But neither she nor Seonghwan cared. They were animals now—instinct-driven, howling, drowning in sensation. Reason had no place here.
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud.
Seonghwan felt his own release ballooning inside him. He pressed his chest to her back, bearing down harder, pinning her completely.
"Hnnnngh."
Caught in her abdominal bliss, Yumi let out a soft moan at his weight—not from the pressure, but instinct. She sensed he was at his limit. He always got frantic right before coming, prepping for the grand finale.
To meet him, she fought his weight, arching her hips up. Deeper. All the way to her end—she lifted with everything she had, craving to take him fully.
That pushed him over the edge. Her cheeks spread wider, her hole clamping down fiercely around him.
Uuugh.
She always read him perfectly, syncing instinctively. Their finishes were always amplified that way.
Thud-thud-thud.
"I-I'm... almost..."
"Hnnnngh."
At his signal, she purred coquettishly—like her own way of saying I'm ready.
Spurred on, Seonghwan reared back for one final, massive thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
"Haaaaaaaah!"
Her cry marked the end. He yanked out, hovering over the cleft of her ass, and unleashed. Spurt after spurt.
Splat-splat-splat-splat.
"Uuugh."
White ropes splashed across her ass and up her back. Watching the lewd sight, he milked every drop.
Splat. Splat-splat.
"Huuuh. Hah-hah."
"Haa. Haahaa-haa."
With his explosive finale done, Seonghwan rolled off to her side. Post-sex satisfaction washed over him, tinged with drowsiness, but he had one last duty. He grabbed wet wipes from the corner and gently cleaned his traces from her back and between her cheeks.
"Was I too rough? I got totally lost in it, just chasing my own high. You okay?"
Done wiping her down, he laid her flat and caressed her heaving breasts. Yumi loved this post-sex ritual—his hands on her chest, keeping the embers alive rather than letting the pleasure fade to nothing. He'd grown attuned to her style, always carving out these extra moments.
Still panting, she beamed at him, face alight with a smile.
"Not at all. At first, I was thrown when you fingered me from start to finish—it was intense, but damn satisfying. Came hard. Then you pounced from behind and went wild... honestly, I thought I'd lose it. You do that on purpose? You were such a beast."
At her place, they were more comfortable naked than clothed. Still, they weren't that shameless about dissecting sex outright. This afterglow chat was their one safe space—raw honesty flowed freely.
Seonghwan kneaded her sweat-glistened tits and chuckled.
"Kinda wanted to try it for a while, but I hesitated. You know I love groping your tits while we go at it."
"Oh right! I didn't ride you today. You love that."
"Heh-heh. It's fine. You've awakened something new in me. Maybe sometimes I get to call the shots. If you're cool with it."
"Hee-hee. I'm always down. I felt it hard today, actually. Kinda bummed it's not lasting longer."
Whether wise man time or afterglow, Yumi's libido didn't quench with one or two rounds. Seonghwan matched her—no, maybe exceeded her—but part-time work loomed.
"Can't. Your place is farther from campus than I thought—20 minutes on foot. It's almost 6; too tight for more. Gotta shower anyway."
"Fair. I thought it was close, but campus is huge, or these alleys drag on. Plenty of next times, though."
"Yeah, next time..."
Seonghwan trailed off mid-reply.
Next time? Fuck, did I just assume there'd be a next time?
The botched KakaoTalk had led here impulsively—no real excuse. He'd had ample time walking over to decline her invite, especially grumbling inwardly about the distance. Yet he'd come anyway because... he couldn't deny it. Yumi's body was magnetic; sex with her was dizzyingly addictive, etched into his brain.
Fuck... can I say no next time?
He doubted it.
"Anyway, shower time. Get up. I'll handle cleanup—don't worry."
"Ah... okay."
Shaking off his thoughts, he headed to the bathroom. Time buffer or not, lingering meant ditching work to finish what they started.
As he shut the door behind him—
Click.
It opened again. Yumi slipped in after him.
"Huh? Senior, what? You go first?"
Still time to spare, he'd yield if she wanted. But Yumi just smirked mischievously, stepping close to stroke his body.
"Nah, you wash."
"Uh... then why...?"
"Just wash. I'll take care of you."
Her hand drifted down, fondling his softened cock.
"Hng?!"
Realizing her intent, he tried to protest. "Wait, I might be late..."
"Exactly. You just stand there and get clean. You're not fully satisfied yet, right?"
As her fingers teased and pumped him slowly, a chill raced through him—his cock stirring back to life.
Hnnngh.
With a seductive smile, she dropped to her knees before him, taking him into her mouth. He gripped her head, thinking:
Demon.
Embracing pleasure without restraint, Yumi was a succubus. Being with her made him feel like he'd be devoured whole.
Yet he couldn't resist.
It twitched. Even now, buried in her warm, wet mouth, her tongue's silky caress felt divine. His hands had already seized her massive breasts.
Fuck...
And so, Seonghwan surrendered to his desires once more.