DTL Ch 11 part 2

PR by neji

After licking the tear hanging on her eyelashes, SeonJae brushed his lips against the tender skin behind her ear. When his lips parted from the nape of her neck, her legs closed shut. She was wet. Her whole body was growing damp. His soft but patient lips and teeth were nibbling on the nape of her neck. As he continued to pinch her nipples, a soft cry escaped her throat.

The t-shirt he had put on her body was now tossed down to the floor by her bed. SeonJae hurriedly threw off his own sweater and climbed on top of her. The feeling of his bare skin. Yes, it was this.

Remembering the exact way his hard muscles would press down on her, YeonJung’s mind went blank. His hand slipped down her hips and pulled her cotton pants and underwear down in one sweeping motion. As the cold air touched her skin, a slight shiver ran down her spine. He pulled the blanket over their two bodies. They didn’t have to say anything. His hands moved naturally as if they hadn’t separated at all. And her body welcomed him as well.

“……”

SeonJae’s face was right in front of hers. His deep eyes drew nearer once more. He swept her hair back and pressed his lips onto hers. His hand gently slipped between her thighs and rubbed her moist center. Her lower stomach twinged at his soft touch.

“Hmm…!”

Her moan burst out between their fused lips. His fingers stopped rubbing her clitoris and parted her folds. As it seamlessly entered her, her back arched like a bow. 

As her body stuck closer to his, his middle finger slipped inside. As he rubbed her inner walls, YeonJung’s chest heaved up and down as she let out strained breaths. She felt his lips slowly part from hers and press down against her clavicle. He licked, nipped, and sucked on her feverish body.

It wasn’t enough. She needed more. She needed to completely feel his body.

“Aah…”

YeonJung drew in a breath and mewled. She brought her hands to the buckle of his pants. When her hand brushed against the hardened cock straining against the fabric, it was SeonJae’s turn to shiver. A gasp flowed out of his parted lips. A groan. What would it feel like to hear his voice?

YeonJung’s hand pressed down. He hardened even more, and he lifted his head. He called out her name with a pained expression on his face.

“YeonJung.”

The memories of sex they had shared slowly climbed back into her head. They had been like tennis matches. He had always been strong from the starting serve. He had always run ahead without any rest, and she always thought this side of him was very similar to her. No matter how much effort she put into chasing after him, she would always end up fainting from exhaustion inthe end. He never went easy on the weak, nor did he have the easygoing nature of a victor. He always galloped ahead with military precision and conquered her with no mercy.

She liked that about him. He never went easy on her or showed her any mercy as he drove her into a corner. He never stopped until they reached the end, and she liked that. When she was having sex with SeonJae, she could forget that she couldn’t hear. In front of a man who desired her to the point of lunacy, she was completely a woman.

“Aah… YeonJung.”

As he called out her name once again, his thick brows twisted. The zipper of his pants was taut. YeonJung moved her hand and unbuckled and unzipped his pants. SeonJae kept her face between his arms and clasped his hands as he trembled. He had reached his limit.

YeonJung slipped her hand inside. His lips widened. It would have been easier if he just took off his pants.

As if he’d read her mind, he burst up and took off his pants and underwear in one breath. He was a bit thinner than before, but his body was still as perfect as ever. 

Completely naked, he climbed back on top of the bed. The mattress dipped. She liked his weight. She felt like she was dreaming. He murmured something in her ear, but she couldn’t hear him. Instead, his breath tickled her, causing her to laugh.

The moment a smile formed on her flushed face, his body parted her knees and took position between her legs. His firm rod began to enter the glistening entrance that had once been occupied by his fingers. Since it had been a long time, her body felt like it was being filled to the brim, but it wasn’t unbearable. His lips pressed light kisses along her face.

Once he had slowly entered her, he paused and looked down at her. He didn’t say anything. He merely looked at her with pained eyes. Even as her walls continued to squeeze him, he merely swallowed and looked down at her. The moment she saw his pleading eyes, she realized that he was waiting for her permission. Her hand wrapped around the nape of his neck.

“…Doo it, SeonJae-shi. Like bee-fore.”

He grimaced and murmured something, but she couldn’t understand what he said. She only felt him enter even deeper inside, causing her breath to catch. Their bodies were now completely connected. Her chest was crushed beneath his hard body as she panted for breath.

Her body was boiling. He buried his face against her neck and slowly pulled out before pushing inside once again. When this push and pull had repeated ten, no, twenty times, she was completely scorching. Her slick legs were folded around his hips. When he lifted his head, he wrapped her head in his hands.

‘Are you okay?’

She thought his lips moved like that. What was okay? He knew that she was completely drenched between her legs. He could feel it himself. As he slowly entered inside her completely open body, he repeated his question.

“Goo…Good, hnng…”

As he watched her writhe in ecstasy, his movements grew faster. Her sensitive breasts were crushed within his hands. Every time a spot deep within her body was stimulated, a moan burst out of her throat. Was she too loud? Did she sound strange? She didn’t have time to ask these questions. She bit her lips.

“…Don’t hold… back, YeonJung… Let me hear more.”

He crushed his face against hers. He grasped her bottom and pressed it up against his hips as he ground against her. After bringing her up, he held her hips and began to pump fiercely into her body. Every time their bodies crashed together, she felt as if fireworks were going off. The cleft in his chin deepened, showing how aroused he was. He continued to drill into her body with so much force that her head began to slide up the bedding. He slipped his hand underneath her back and pulled her into his tight embrace.

“Huu… nng…”

Their thumping hearts were pressed together. He kept her in his arms as his fingers swept through her hair. He turned them around so that he was now lying on his back. He placed YeonJung’s body on top of his. His face as he was lying back, watching her, was very arousing. His dazed eyes betrayed his burning desire for her. His lips moved.

You still make me crazy.

I feel like I’m going to die, YeonJung.

He lifted her up and down, their pubic hair tangled together. As he caressed her body with gentle hands, YeonJung’s breath caught as tears flowed down from her eyes. Suddenly, he arched his hips into her and began to race towards her. Every time his weight crashed into her, YeonJung’s body shook as if it were being rocked by waves. As a climax was squeezed out of her, YeonJung’s body collapsed on top of his firm, scorching body.

* * *

She slept for two days. As she received medicinal fluids, ate porridge, and took her medicine thirty minutes after every meal, he never left her side. Sometimes, he’d leave the room to take a phone call or go out to buy some food, but otherwise, he stayed with YeonJung as he nursed her. Hyejin would text several times a day to check on her condition.

[YeonJung-ssi, how do you feel? I’m sorry. If I could freely move my body, I’d pack something and bring it over to you.]

[Have you seen a doctor? I heard colds are scary these days. If you neglect it, I heard the cough can turn into pneumonia. Don’t worry about work. I’ve already taken care of the pieces you’ve planned out.]

[You’re still with him, right? Min SeonJae-ssi. I think he was really shocked that night. We were also surprised when we received a call from the apartment office. They said a guy was banging on your door, almost breaking it down in the process. But thank goodness Min SeonJae-ssi was there that night. How did he know you were lying sick inside?]

[Also, you had such a high fever, but you still refused to go to the hospital because you were scared to go. He’s the one who called in a visiting physician. He threatened us like a lunatic, saying that he’d break down your door if we didn’t hurry, but when he saw you, he took care of everything with lightning speed. Actually, DongHoon-ssi and I were at a loss for what to do.]

YeonJung bit her lips as she read all the messages. When the door opened and SeonJae entered inside, she quietly hid her phone underneath the blanket.

“I need to head home for a bit. I’ll be right back.”

He was holding his coat in one hand as he approached her side. He placed her medicine packet and a bottle of water next to her. YeonJung did her best to keep an indifferent expression on her face as she nodded.

“I need to take care of a friend’s meal. Can you be by yourself?”

When YeonJung didn’t move to take her medicine, he opened the packet and held the packet up to her. As she gazed at his anxious face, YeonJung felt strange. She felt like a young child who was unwilling to part with their mother.

As she recalled the way she had held onto him, she was overcome with embarrassment and shame. She took the medicine from his hand and swallowed it down with a gulp of water. The powdery medicine was still bitter. When he saw her frown, he spoke again.

“I’ll be right back, so rest for a little while and…”

“N-Noh.”

She cut him off as she lowered the cup. His face slightly stiffened. Why did she feel a sting inside her chest?

She didn’t like it. This feeling. She didn’t like how she reacted to every nuance of his expression. YeonJung bit her lip.

“I’m fine now, so yoo should goh.”

As her feverish recovery ended, she was once again filled with fear. She was afraid she’d end up looking forward to seeing this man. No, maybe she was already looking forward to him.

“Don’t come. It’s mah-y house. It’s not Min SeonJae-shi’s house.”

Just saying these words out loud was tiring. She was already panting from the exertion. Her clenched hands on the blanket slightly trembled.

“Okay. All right. I’ll go. But don’t go back to work for the rest of this week.”

She didn’t reply. When he reached the door, he looked back. His scratchy beard continued to catch her eye.

“If something happens, contact me. Even if it’s just one word, answer me if I text you. I’ll be worried if you don’t.”

YeonJung lay back down on the bed. He slowly closed the door as he exited the room.

She wasn’t so young as to tremble with anticipation just from having spent another night with him. Just as she said before, she only used him. At a time when she missed a person’s touch the most, she tangled her body with his. The pain had passed. The fever spreading throughout her body had disappeared.

It was strange. Weren’t things supposed to go back to their rightful place now? However, that wasn’t the case. The man left, and everything remained the same. The silence in her empty apartment had returned, but why did the loneliness seem more prominent? She dragged the blanket up to her chin and closed her eyes before the tears could escape.