Sweetness
“Ahh... I’m... gonna... come again... Come with me... nngh!”
In that instant Hyun-soo lowered his head and kissed her. Their tongues tangled, saliva spilling between their lips. Jung Na-yeon never broke the kiss. Even when her breath caught, even when moans clogged her throat, she refused to pull away, sucking on his tongue while she swallowed the pleasure surging up from below.
“Mmh... haah... it feels so good... leaving this... pussy neglected... how could you be so cruel...!”
At the words that he had abandoned and neglected her pussy, a single tear slipped from Jung Na-yeon’s eye. She had sworn she would not cry. This time it was not from pleasure. Two years of loneliness and neglect were collapsing all at once.
“Nngh... mmh... haaah... you’re right... I neglected... myself... haaakh...”
Words leaked out between the kisses that resumed, and Jung Na-yeon’s hands cradled Hyun-soo’s head as she actively tangled her tongue with his.
The sensation of him grinding deep, buried to the root, made her cervix twitch with hypersensitivity. Jung Na-yeon’s back arched in response, a near-scream of a moan bursting through the seal of their kiss.
“Aaaah... it’s hitting... all the way inside... ahhnnngh!”
The moment Hyun-soo began snapping his hips hard, pounding into her pussy, her insides clenched madly. The vaginal walls tightened, relaxed, then clamped down again, gripping the cock that had entered her and refusing to let go. The bed creaked in rhythm; the wet slap of flesh and the overflow of her juices soaked her ass and the sheets.
“I’m... gonna come... haaakh... if you squeeze like that... I’m—!”
The instant she heard he was about to come, Jung Na-yeon’s legs locked tightly around his waist.
“Inside... come inside... it’s safe... I even took the pill... you can... haaah...!”
She clung to his neck and rasped the words roughly into his ear. Her voice trembled, but the strength in her legs was absolute. Last night she had wound them around him on instinct; today she deliberately coiled them tight and hung on.
“I’m... coming too... together... haaah... ahhnnngh!!!”
Jung Na-yeon clung hard and shuddered. Her pussy convulsed as if in spasm, climax crashing through her. Her whole body trembled as though electrified while she crushed Hyun-soo against her.
“Haaaahk...!”
She felt the violent tremor of Hyun-soo’s body as he held her. The cock buried to the hilt twitched, and the sensation of semen flooding her made Jung Na-yeon’s pussy contract once more, sucking him in.
“Aaaah... so hot... hnnngh... I can feel it... pouring in... haaah...”
The legs wrapped around him never loosened. She clung as if determined not to spill a single drop of the cum he had spent, swallowing it with her body.
“Don’t pull out... just a little longer... stay like this...”
Even after finishing, Hyun-soo kept his arms around her back, holding her close.
“I’ll stay like this... Na-yeon... your pussy feels so good... I don’t want to pull out either.”
The brush of Hyun-soo’s cheek against hers made Jung Na-yeon’s eyes drift slowly shut. Her heart was racing. The warmth of the cock still inside her was spreading all the way to the depths of her womb. As if answering his words that he did not want to leave, her pussy unconsciously clenched and clung. Embarrassed by her own reaction, she only hugged his neck tighter.
“If you pull out now... it’ll feel so empty...”
Her voice was tiny. After two years of neglect, the feeling of being so completely filled was unreal. Warm, hard, and joined as one.
“Your husband is the one who did wrong...”
Hyun-soo’s whisper made the corners of Jung Na-yeon’s eyes grow even wetter. She had promised herself she would not cry, yet emotion kept surging up.
“That man... never holds me... like you do, Hyun-soo...”
Her voice shook, but she forced a little laugh into it.
“What kind of man finishes and then stays inside, nuzzling cheeks like this... where did you even learn something like that...”
Jung Na-yeon’s hand slowly stroked the sweat-slick plane of Hyun-soo’s back.
“You eat well... you do this well too... so why on earth are you unemployed, Hyun-soo...”
Her legs remained locked around his waist. When the thick mixture inside her threatened to trickle out, her pussy clenched again and held it back.
“Don’t go back up today. Sleep here.”
Her soft hands caressed his back.
“Tomorrow I’ll make spicy stir-fried pork for you. I promised...”
“Even after coming... it still feels good...”
“It can feel even better... so don’t pull out... just a little more.”
“Okay... I’ll stay like this...”
The pressure of him pushing in to the root stole Jung Na-yeon’s breath, then released it in a rush.
“Nngh...”
The head of his cock brushing her cervix made her walls flutter—tightening, loosening, tightening again.
“This body... is mine.”
The greedy claim, still thick with leftover heat, made Jung Na-yeon’s eyes go wide. This man was declaring ownership over a married woman right now.
She should have laughed.
She should have shoved the absurdity away. But her pussy answered first.
Her inner walls rippled, squeezing from root to tip as if embracing him. Jung Na-yeon’s face burned at her body’s betrayal; she only clung harder, arms still wrapped around his back.
“What do you mean, yours...”
She muttered. There was no force in her voice. The words denied him, yet the tone did not. The heat of the cock filling her had not faded even after he came.
“Calling a woman who’s still wearing her wedding ring yours...”
The ring on her left ring finger gleamed coldly against Hyun-soo’s back. Jung Na-yeon lifted that hand, looked at the band, then wrapped her arms around him again.
“But...”
She made him raise his head. Their eyes met; the rims of hers were red.
“He cheated first, so what’s wrong with giving my body to someone who actually wants it.”
Her legs were still wound around his waist.
Still buried to the root, he pressed even deeper; Jung Na-yeon let out a short moan.
“That’s right... there’s nothing wrong with it...”
As he held her and pushed into her pussy as if trying to fuse them completely, she wrapped her arms around his back once more.
“Don’t pull out. Stay like this until morning...”
Jung Na-yeon tugged the blanket up over the back of the man holding her and nestled into his arms.
“From tomorrow on I’ll cook every meal... empty the fridge in 301. You’ll be coming down every day anyway.”
Her joined pussy clenched once more, biting down hard on the cock still inside her.
The next morning.
Sunlight filtering through the curtains cut a slanted path across the blanket. Jung Na-yeon woke first. The languor of the night before still clung to her whole body, and a deep ache lingered low in her belly. Hyun-soo’s face was right in front of her. He was buried against her, not snoring, sleeping quietly. She did not move; she simply watched that face.
Hair stuck to his forehead. Lips slightly parted. Shoulders rising and falling steadily against her chest. Her husband had never once slept like this.
Jung Na-yeon’s hand rose of its own accord and brushed the hair from Hyun-soo’s forehead.
When her fingertips grazed his skin he twitched faintly, but he did not wake. Instead he burrowed deeper, burying his face against her breast.
Under the blanket their legs were tangled, and last night’s mixture seemed to have dried along the insides of her thighs.
She ought to have felt ashamed. She did not.
“Sleeping like a baby...”
Jung Na-yeon murmured so softly it was almost inaudible.
The corners of her mouth lifted on their own.
The ring on her left ring finger caught the sunlight among Hyun-soo’s hair and glittered. She looked down at it for a moment, then turned her gaze back to his sleeping face.
That face was warmer than the ring.
Grrrk...
A stomach growled.
It was Hyun-soo’s.
A man whose belly was already hungry even in sleep.
Jung Na-yeon let out a quiet laugh and carefully drew the blanket up to his shoulders.
Spicy stir-fried pork came to mind.
She wanted to make it for him.
Because she had promised.
She brushed her lips lightly against Hyun-soo’s forehead, then slowly extricated herself and rose from the bed. The sensation of something sliding down between her thighs made her face flush, yet her steps toward the bathroom were light. She needed to shower and stand in the kitchen. Someone was waiting. Standing before the bathroom mirror, she looked at her own face.
“I’ve lost it... completely.”
Time passed.
When Hyun-soo woke he ate the breakfast Jung Na-yeon had prepared, finished a cup of coffee, and returned to his studio on the third floor.
“Man, that was good. At this rate I’m gonna end up living down there, aren’t I?”
It had not been only sex; he had slept there too.
“Got some extra cash now... maybe I should try my luck for once?”
Hyun-soo went back down to the first floor and headed for the ATM.
Then he transferred three hundred thousand won into his account.
“I really shouldn’t be spending money like this...”
He clicked his tongue inwardly on the way back up.
Once inside his room he locked onto his phone screen.
“Nice!”
Every time the cards flipped on the baccarat table, the balance number swung wildly.
Three hundred thousand became five hundred thousand, five hundred thousand became one million two hundred thousand; it dipped once to eight hundred thousand, then soared again. Banker, Player, Banker, Banker—the illusion that he could read the pattern kept his fingers moving.
When it crossed two million his heart raced; when it hit three million sweat beaded on his back. On the final hand, a near all-in bet landed on Banker and the number that stamped itself on the screen blew past five million.
“Holy shit!”
Hyun-soo shot to his feet with a shout.
Right then his phone vibrated.
Jung Na-yeon.
An angry-face emoji sat underneath, but it did not feel angry at all.
“Cute...”
Hyun-soo snorted a quiet laugh at the message.