Sweetness
“Na-yeon...”
The moment her name left his lips, Jung Na-yeon’s breath caught. Not “ma’am.” Not “landlady.” Her name.
Na-yeon.
When that name slipped between his lips, she could almost hear the frantic thudding of her own heart. Even her husband had long since stopped calling her by name. Not even “Na-yeon-ah”—just “you.” She never imagined her own name from this man’s mouth could make her heart race like this.
Their lips met again.
Deeper this time than they had in the living room.
The hand circling her waist burned hot; every time his fingers tightened around the curve of her ass through her skirt, her legs threatened to give out.
Their tongues tangled thickly, saliva mingling. Jung Na-yeon swallowed lightly, both hands fisting the front of Hyun-soo’s shirt as she rose onto her toes to meet the kiss.
“Mm...”
A soft sound escaped her nose; embarrassed by it, she pushed her tongue deeper still.
The hand kneading her ass crumpled her skirt lower and lower, and each time it did, a sharp tingle raced along the insides of her thighs.
“Haaah...”
When they finally broke apart for air, Jung Na-yeon’s lips glistened with spit.
Through ragged breaths she looked up at Hyun-soo’s face and reached out, stroking his cheek.
Her thumb wiped the saliva from his lower lip, then she brought that same finger to her own mouth and licked it clean.
This was not the woman from last night.
Not the woman who had sobbed and begged him to be gentle—this was a woman who showed exactly what she wanted.
“Last night I cried, didn’t I?”
Jung Na-yeon whispered as she tugged Hyun-soo’s shirt upward.
“You did...”
When her fingertips grazed his abdomen, she felt his skin jump. The corner of her mouth curled at the reaction.
“I won’t cry today.”
Hyun-soo guided her to the bed and pulled her T-shirt off. The bra beneath followed. Age had done nothing to diminish the firm, full curves of her breasts; the cool air had already drawn her nipples into tight peaks. When his hand closed over one and squeezed, a soft cry slipped from her lips.
“Ah.”
“You’re beautiful...”
The words reached her ears.
Jung Na-yeon started to cover her face, then stopped.
She had promised herself she wouldn’t cry today.
Instead she bit her lower lip gently and cradled the back of Hyun-soo’s head as he buried his face against her chest. The moment his lips closed around a nipple and sucked, her hips twisted. Her husband had always been dry, mechanical. Foreplay might as well not have existed. It had felt like nothing more than duty—and even that had been two years ago.
But these hands now worked both breasts in turn, tongue laving and sucking, palms cupping and claiming every inch.
“Haaah...”
Hot breath spilled from her as the corners of her eyes grew damp. Not tears—just the wet shine of pleasure.
“Schlorp...”
“Haaah... if you... suck that hard... I’m sensitive...”
Jung Na-yeon panted the words, yet the hand in his hair did not push him away—it pulled him closer. Her thighs tensed; the inside of her skirt was already growing slick.
She brought her lips to his ear and whispered through rough breaths.
“Touch me... lower, too.”
Last night it had been a plea. Today it was nearly a command. She tightened her grip on his hair and parted her legs.
The instant his hand slipped beneath her skirt, her thighs clamped shut on reflex before opening again. Every precise stroke of his fingers over her panties made her hips roll.
“Haaah... just like that... with your hand...”
She clenched her teeth, but the moans still escaped. She knew better than anyone how wet her panties already were, clinging to his fingers.
“It smells so dirty down here...”
At those words her face flushed scarlet.
“Don’t say things like that... it’s embarrassing...”
But her voice held no anger—only breathless heat.
Her husband had never once said anything of the kind. This was the first man who had ever spoken of the scent between her legs with open hunger.
It was mortifying... yet she didn’t hate it.
When his lips pressed against her through the soaked fabric and began to suck, her legs trembled.
“W-wait... if you suck there like that... haaah...!”
Her hips bucked before she could finish the sentence. The hand fisting his hair tightened—not to push him away, but to press him harder against her.
The wet heat of his tongue and breath through the thin cloth made her knees draw up and then fall open again.
“Haaah... why... does it feel so... nnngh...”
One hand clawed at the sheets as she gasped. Her skirt was a mess; spit and her own wetness soaked the panties darker still.
“Take them off... take my panties off... hnnn...!”
She lifted her hips, breathing hard, fingers already reaching for the zipper of her skirt.
“Do it yourself... with your mouth...”
She met Hyun-soo’s eyes as she said it.
“Don’t take the skirt off.”
Her panties slid down her legs and dropped past her ankles.
The skirt stayed on.
Bare skin was exposed beneath the hem; the moment her thighs parted, the cool air of the room kissed her slick folds.
“You’re a pervert... seriously... haaaah...”
She panted the accusation, but there was no strength left in her voice.
The second Hyun-soo’s tongue made direct contact, her back arched hard.
“Schluurp... your pussy looks so delicious...”
Every deliberate stroke across her clit made her thighs spasm. The suction of his lips wrenched a sharp cry from her throat.
“Ahnn! ...if you suck there... ahhh... haaaah...!”
Her husband had never once done this for her. She remembered the way he had wrinkled his nose and called it filthy.
This man buried his face under her skirt and used his tongue without a shred of shame.
And when she heard him call her pussy delicious, moisture gathered at the corners of her eyes.
“Haaah... don’t put your tongue... inside... all the way in... ahhh...”
Even as she spoke the words, her hands pressed down on his head through the fabric of the skirt, forcing him closer. Her hips rolled in a helpless rhythm; the wetness spilling from her coated his chin and dripped onto the sheets.
“Why are you so good at this... haaah... I’m going crazy... hnnngh...”
One of her hands rose to squeeze her own breast, pinching the nipple between her fingers, layering the pleasure from above onto the relentless heat rising from below. The wet sounds of his mouth filled the room; her moans climbed higher and higher.
“Hyun-soo... haaah... I’m... like this... I’m going to come... from your mouth...”
Her knees shook as she clamped his head between her thighs.
“You can come.”
The answer rose from under her skirt. She cradled his head and ground her convulsing pussy against his tongue.
“Ahhhh...!!!”
Her back bowed clear off the mattress; her walls clenched around his mouth as she flooded him with release. Her hips jerked through the peak. Her fingers dug into his hair hard enough to tear it out.
Gulp.
The sound of him swallowing her juices made her cover her face with both hands and shudder from head to toe.
“Haaah... I’m insane... really... haah... haaah...”
The rustle of clothes being stripped made her lower her hands and look at him.
He was undressing in a hurry. The sight of his cock standing thick and hard made her bite her lip.
“I can’t hold back either... I’m putting it in...”
At the declaration she simply nodded and spread her legs wider. He settled over her; the moment their bare skin met, he parted her folds and pushed inside.
Squelch—
“Nnnngh... ahh...!”
Even after taking him once the night before, she was still so tight. As he sank deeper her walls fluttered and sucked him in.
“Haaah... nn! ...all the way... hnnngh...”
She exhaled a long, scorching breath. When he bottomed out she felt the blunt pressure against her cervix. Her body, hypersensitive after last night, clenched hard around him from the mere act of being filled.
Her open legs locked around his waist.
“Move... don’t go slow...”
She whispered the plea against his neck as she clung to him.
Her pussy burned and squeezed, milking his cock. Her skirt was a rumpled mess around their joined hips. Her breasts flattened against his chest.
“It feels... even bigger than last night... all the way inside... hnnn...”
She tightened her arms around his neck and poured out ragged breaths. When he lifted his head she tilted her face up and offered her lips.
A silent demand for a kiss.
He lowered his mouth to hers; their tongues slid together, trading spit.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
The moment his hips began to move, helpless moans spilled from her kiss-swollen lips.
“Ahhh... hnn... haaaah...”
Squelch—squelch—squelch—
With every withdrawal and thrust her inner walls rippled and pulled him back in.
“Your pussy’s so tight... hnnngh... it feels like it’s sucking me all the way in...!”
At his words she squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment, but her body was honest.
Her walls clenched and released in waves, dragging him deeper on every stroke and clinging desperately when he pulled back.
“I’m not... doing it on purpose... haaah... it just... nn!”
The weight of his body pressed her deep into the mattress.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
The wet slap of their joining filled the room; the bed creaked beneath them. Her breasts jiggled with every thrust, crushed between their bodies.
“Harder... come at me harder... haaat...!”
Her legs tightened around his waist.
Every time the head of his cock struck her cervix a heavy wave of pleasure rolled through her; moisture beaded at the corners of her eyes.
“Hnnngh... if you keep squeezing me like that... I’m going to lose it... hnnngh...!”
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close.
“I’m going to die... haah... why... does it feel this good...”
The wet sounds of her pussy filled the room. Excess slickness ran down the insides of her thighs, over the curve of her ass, and soaked into the sheets.
She lifted his face with the arms still looped around his neck.
“Kiss me... keep kissing me while you do it...”
She offered her lips again and tilted her hips up, giving him deeper access. The hard thrust that followed made her walls clamp down viciously around his cock.