Chapter 110
Even when I unconsciously tried to loosen his arms and escape, my strength just spun uselessly. A body that had been driven to the brink of climax then restrained twitched intermittently like someone who had accidentally urinated, regardless of will. Everything was stimulation. Frighteningly so.
To check if his cock was properly bitten all the way to the end, he reached one hand down to fiddle with our joined parts. Then he fell backward while holding me tightly.
“Wh-what are you doing…!”
I flailed both arms in the air.
I was lying on top of his chest and stomach as he lay flat facing the ceiling. I too was facing the ceiling.
“This… I don’t like this, it’s weird…”
I tried to sit up, but his arms wrapped under my armpits and gripped my shoulders tightly. My legs were spread wide on either side of his raised thighs.
The position that completely exposed my sexually heightened body was embarrassing. It wasn’t like someone was standing beside the bed looking down at me. Why I felt shame as if I was being voyeuristically observed in detail by eyes lewdly devouring me… I couldn’t understand.
He placed me on his stomach and whispered hotly in my ear.
“Do you hate me? Is it weird?”
“That’s not what I’m talking about… ah… th-this position is a bit… hng…”
“Yeah, I know. It’s not that you hate me, and it’s not that you hate this position either. When hyung really hates something, you’d say something different.”
He began moving his hips to thrust. He relaxed his lower abdomen, then forcefully contracted his buttocks and pushed his pelvis upward. Each time, the cock connected long inside me was pushed even deeper in.
I struggled at the unfamiliar sensation this new position gave. However, since my limbs were bound, it only amounted to twisting my waist.
It was different from missionary, different from doggy style. His cock, curved to the extreme because of the position, moved in and out as if clawing at my insides. I was nervous that his swollen glans might scrape the entrance and pop out at any moment.
The gleaming of the dark red cock lewdly moving in and out of my groin, which had become red and purple from being bitten and sucked by him, was clearly visible. Greedily, it repeatedly disappeared into me then was pulled out long, constantly striking me upward from below.
The shame of being spread open, exposed, dissected in every detail. The freedom of having nothing left to hide. Leaving behind that contradictory collision, my stirred body raced toward a nauseating climax.
“Haah… hng! Uh! Hngah, hah! Hng, th-this is too… hah… st-stop, stop…”
My cock, hardened from the stimulation of my prostate being roughly pressed, swayed irregularly each time he thrust up. Never had my cock felt so cumbersome. The way it shamefully kept swaying this way and that was mortifyingly embarrassing.
I wanted to raise my arms to cover my face, wanted to close my legs to hide my cock. But I couldn’t do any of those things as I pleased.
I had properly fallen into a trap.
No one else could have brought me here. Because I wouldn’t allow anyone the right to take away my control. This contradictory game of permitted domination was so precise and cunning that no one but him and I could intrude.
The bowstring of pleasure that had been pulled back bit by bit could no longer withstand the tension and snapped forward. It struck my entire body repeatedly, sharp and thrilling. Rubbing his calves frantically with my toes, clawing forcefully at his arms that bound my armpits, I searched for him with unfocused eyes.
“Haah, hng… Hana… Hana, ha, Hana…”
I wasn’t calling him to do anything in particular. At the moment of climax when my back arched and my chest pushed up to the maximum, I was simply calling his name like a cry.
“While telling me not to… calling my name like that.”
His voice mixed with heavy breathing sounded like he was beside himself with love for me.
He who had been panting beneath me bit down firmly on my earlobe with his teeth. At the same time, semen spurted from the tip of my cock that hadn’t even been touched—my second orgasm.
“Haah! Hng, hngh!”
Even after I came, I was nearly going crazy from the continued movement in and out. He grabbed my chin and pressed our lips together.
“Mm, mmm, hmm… hngah, hng…”
Having made me come first, he now shook his hips without restraint. My moans, with lips being sucked, trembled in rhythm with him.
Even though he was no longer restraining me, I didn’t run away or shrink back. Rather, I touched our joined parts myself and induced his orgasm. I created curves with my waist to suck him in, reached out to touch his cheek, and put my tongue in his mouth.
With his thick ejaculation that thoroughly soaked my secret insides without a condom, we kissed for a long time without breaking our connection below.
“Hana.”
I called him with a small, cracked voice. His cock, still remaining inside me, suddenly swelled in size. His large hand pleasantly, slowly, stroked my stomach and chest.
I didn’t know that calling someone’s name while climaxing could raise the pleasure to another level. Though I couldn’t confess this to him, it seemed like it would become a habit even when I was alone in the future.
Blurred eyes with a furrowed brow gazed at me from close distance. What I read in his eyes wasn’t just emotion or happiness. Because he had been waiting for me too long. Even in my solitary past, he had been holding onto me.
His lips twitched as he looked at me with complex emotions.
“Jung Jiin.”
“……”
“Jung Jiin.”
It was a tone like someone repeating a name to themselves so as not to forget it.
“……Jiin-ah.”
This time it was a very small voice, like carefully waking a lover who was pleasantly napping.
I answered with a smile while meeting his eyes. Not only his name that I called, but my name that he called also held new meaning.
At a distance where our lip surfaces barely grazed, he whispered like a secret. “In the beginning, there was you.”
That was a kind of code, an incantation he had left for me 7 years ago.
In the afterglow of climax, his waist drew soft curves as he rocked me. It felt like being submerged in the waves of Paeli where we had swimming competitions together. In that warm, pleasant feeling, I floated with him for a long time.
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Compared to the overall area of the house, his bedroom was rather modest. It was a space decorated faithfully only for the purpose of sleep.
Though the floor-to-ceiling window taking up one entire wall with a Han River view, and the ivory marble bathroom similar in size to the bedroom, were already luxurious enough.
Since we hadn’t turned on any separate lighting from the beginning, the bedroom was appropriately dim. The Han River outside the window had already passed evening and was sinking into night. Across the river on Olympic Boulevard, a procession of red brake lights stretched out, and lights sparkled on each building drawing the skyline. It was now time for the night view. The amount of light seeping through the window was no longer much.
Completely drained of strength, lying prone on the bed, I blankly gazed at the brilliant and complete world beyond the window.
I felt like I’d been battered after three hours of sex. It was as if he had put his mouth to my fingertips and toes and sucked out all my life force. I hadn’t felt such exhaustion even after three hours of high-intensity exercise.
The inside of my lower body ached, and the skin on the outside burned. No, my entire body’s skin stung as if scraped against rough sand.
He lay close beside me. Unlike my collapsed state, he still had something called vitality left. He had climaxed twice and made me climax four times. Each time in a different position too. Just that should have left him exhausted.
It was only a four-year age difference. His monster-like stamina was frightening. I was scared he might pounce to make me come a fifth time.
He slid his index finger along the silhouette of my prone body.
At the touch of his finger going straight down my spine and climbing the curve of my buttocks, I trembled and shook.
“Shall I guess what you’re imagining right now?”
I muttered in a voice without moisture. Then I struggled to turn my body toward him, feeling like all moisture had been wrung out.
He lay on his side supporting his face with his bent elbow, looking down at me with a faint smile. It was such a peaceful face that I wondered when he had performed such merciless sex that stripped a person down to the foundation. I was somewhat resentful.
I reached out and kneaded his cheek with a face that raised eyebrows as if to say ‘try guessing.’
“Imagining giving me a golden shower along the line you traced with your finger.”
“Hmm…”
“No?”
Rolling his eyes and lost in thought for a moment, he pulled over a pillow and placed it under my head. Then this time he touched the front of my body. His index finger circled around my reddened, swollen areola.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
