Once Love Begins - Chapter 9. Part 1

Chapter 9. Part 1

While she remained still, his arm wrapped around her waist. She felt a chill run down her spine at his clammy touch. His lips briefly brushed her neck before pulling away. The warmth of their brief contact lingered, leaving her feeling uneasy.

“wait…….”    

She leans back to avoid his lips, and he follows immediately. His lips moved more intensely than before. Her bottom throbs at the rustling sound. He turns her over and finds her lips.

He gently nibbled at her lower lip and then licked it softly. Her breath caught as his actions became more intense. She knew she was supposed to be sober, but she wasn’t.

As time passed, she became increasingly dizzy, her heart pounding in her chest. She grabbed his collar with her hand that had been on his shoulder, afraid she would fall over.

She wants to avoid his tongue, which presses hard against the roof of her mouth, but she can’t help it. Involuntarily, she moves to follow his tongue.

No, she responds eagerly and pulls his body against her. She has to lift herself on her heels because he’s so tall, and she leans into his body as she moves her tongue around and around.  

She should be pushing him off; she didn’t understand why she was doing the opposite. But the touch of his hands on her br**st stopped her from thinking.

No, she did not want to think. His hand slipped inside her dress after touching her through her clothes. He lightly cupped her bare br**sts after pushing up her bra.

Her n*ppl*s were erect against his palm. They stiffened at the sensation.

“Ha… ahhhh.”

She m*aned as the hands squeezed her br**sts harder. Her lower stomach clenched. She crossed her legs, feeling empty.

She opened her eyes and saw the animalistic expression on his face. She continued the kiss without looking away.

He urgently pulls her towards the bed, and she complies, lying down and looking up at him as he undoes his trousers. His eyes sparkle, and his nose twitches.

She turns her head away, not wanting him to see her growing tears. He bit her inner thigh, forcing her to look at him. Then he crawled up her body and pulled off her t-shirt.

She blinked at him as he stood in his underwear. Heat rushed to the corners of her eyes. He stared at her for a moment, and then their bodies intertwined.

He slowly l*cks the nape of her neck.

“Ugh… “

He pushed up her bra, revealing her flawless br**st. Her br**sts heaved more and more.  His c*ck swayed dangerously.

He slid his hand inside her panties when he couldn’t take it anymore. She tried to bring her legs together, but his fingers were too quick. 

He inserted his fingers into her v*g*n*. She reacted immediately.

“What? Did you get wet just from kissing me?”

Instead of answering, she shakes her head. He inserts a finger into her v*g*n*l opening while taking her n*ppl* into his mouth and rolling it around with his tongue.

His tongue touches her hardened n*ppl*, causing the hair on the back of her head to stand up. As he touches her hardened n*ppl* with the tip of his tongue, the back of her head tingles with sensation and anticipation. She twitches in response to his touch.

He paused. He tightened his fingers inside her. She lowered her eyes and stared at the redness in his eyes. He watched his fingers move inside her panties, and his face slowly crumpled. 

She doesn’t know why his face is crumbling. He stares at her with curiosity in his eyes.

“Do you hear that?”

“…….”

He expresses concern that he might break his fingers.

He asks her why she’s holding on so tight and tells her to relax. She’s not giving him any support.

His eyes flickered uneasily. Her thighs are getting tired. They trembled convulsively. Her eyes watered from the pinching of her clit.    

“Ugh… huh… no… hmmm.”

He stopped in his tracks when she uttered the word “no.” Her lips tingled from his gaze as he remained silent, fixed on the juices. A warmth spread throughout her body, not just from his touch but enveloping her entirely.

She stared at him, trembling. He didn’t move. He grabbed her waist and turned her around. She suddenly finds herself sitting on top of him. Embarrassed by her position on his stomach, she tries to stand up to get away, but he stops her with his hand.

“Climb up.”

“…….”

“Climb up.”

She’s already on top of him, but she doesn’t know why he’s asking her to climb.

He slightly lifted the corner of his mouth. It was strange to look down. She had always looked up. She didn’t blink to remember his face. His face had darkened even more.

“Where? I’m already up here.”

“Give me your butt.”

She didn’t understand his words, but she could tell by the look on his face that she was in danger. She took a step back, and he grabbed her hips, moving them back and forth. Her p*ssy rubbed against his abdomen each time.

“I want you to sit on my face.”

“Are you crazy?”

“Faster”

Her eyes fluttered rapidly, and her mouth fell open in disbelief.

“So now, you want me to put my butt over your face? “

As she remained motionless, unable to close her eyes, he pulled down her panties and rubbed her clit.  The walls of her v*g*n* tightened as he slipped two fingers inside.

He quickly moved his fingers in and out of her v*g*n*, teasing her. His fingers brushed the top of her v*g*n*l lining, and she moaned as he slid out, as if she were hungry for something.  

“Faster, come here.”

He urged her, thr*sting hard and deep, to see if she would give in. However, she hesitated and only moved up to his chest. No matter how much she thought about it, no matter how drunk she was, there was no way she was going to put her butt in his face.

He urged her to come up by pinching her butt. She shook her head in disbelief.

His touch was urgent as he said, “I’m going to s*ck every last drop out of it.”.

He put his hands under her hips and pulled hard, and she fell flat on her face, unable to hold on. She tried to lift her knees, but he held her thighs tightly, preventing her from escaping.

He greedily s*cked on her panties, causing them to become damp.  Soon, her panties were damp. His tongue tingled as he explored every inch.

The thin fabric was not helpful.  He also did not like it and proceeded to rip off her panties before she sat on his face and cried.

He licked her v*g*n*, causing her hips to jerk back and forth.  She could feel his hot breath on her skin as he gasped for air. It was clear that he was the one going crazy, but she was also losing control.

Tears streamed down her face.  Her legs gave out. His lips and v*g*n* pressed tightly together. Her throat felt strangled, and she struggled to breathe.

Her breaths were ragged. She felt both ashamed and aroused as each gurgling sound reached her ears. Her mind went blank.

The water pooled beneath her, ready to burst at any moment. She is scared to breathe and wants to run away, but she is addicted to the pleasure he provides. Therefore, she grinds her hips against his lips.

He s*cked on the hole, causing her juices to spill out with a pop. The force of his s*cking strained her lower abdomen.

Her shoulders shook with embarrassment. Her br**sts bounced as she moved, contained by her bra.

“Hmph… Ughhhhhhhh,” she cried.

She was sad and upset. This day was too long. She had never cried in front of him before. He narrowed his eyes at her. Her crying grew louder and louder.

“Are you surprised?” “Why are you crying?” he asked, wiping    

the tears from her face.

The tears won’t stop. She wishes she could find the strength to cry. She is embarrassed. He sits down, lays her down, hugs her tightly, and pats her back.

She cries and falls asleep in his arms.

* * *

A pleasant touch on the forehead caused her to smile. Her mouth corners lifted involuntarily. She then opened her eyes, realizing it wasn’t a dream.

She had swollen eyes that were difficult to open. Additionally, the corners of her eyes were stinging.

“Are you awake?”

“…….”

She woke up in his arms for the first time, and she didn’t know how to react. In addition, his voice is sweet, making her believe he is whispering words of love.

He informs her, “I was called away on a business trip.”

He has talked about going away for days. She squinted at him, and he touched her again. He gently touched the corners of her eyes, as if to apologize.

“Is there anything you’d like to get?” She looked at the suddenly nice man with suspicion.

“Nothing?”

“No, I don’t, but…”

“Yeah.”

She asked, “Can we get a puppy?” Her eyes twinkled with anticipation.

“No.”    

Her shoulders sagged at his cold refusal.

“Why?”

“I’m allergic to fur.”

Her grandfather was also allergic to fur, so he wouldn’t allow her to have a puppy. Steel and puppies do not mix.

* * *

On the fifth day of his trip, she lay sprawled on the couch in the dark, unable to bear being alone. She lacked the motivation to do anything, not even eat, so she settled for a piece of bread.

As November came to a close, she felt the chill in the air reflected in her heart. She wondered if a warm spring day would ever melt the coldness within her. Her grandfather’s words came to mind, reminding her that life has four seasons.

The four seasons are spring, summer, fall, and winter. The warm and hot seasons are for harvesting, while winter is a time to rest. However, for her, it is always winter.

She welcomes spring, summer, and fall. She closes her eyes tightly, but hears nothing. Then, she gets up from the couch and goes to her room. She hears the sound of her slippers as she walks.

She looked at her phone on the bed. Nobody is calling.

“So, what’s the deal? I was expecting either a loan offer or some pointless advertisement, but I was also kind of curious.”

She glanced at her phone, hoping for a message from Hana. But her eyes widened when she saw a missed call from Kangjae.

She hadn’t anticipated hearing from him, so she hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether she should return the call. 

She sat on the bed, idly playing with her phone, feeling the weight of time pass by. Uncertain whether it was the right time to call him, considering his travels and work schedule, she hesitated.

However, since he had initiated the call first, she decided to dial his number. As the phone rang, her palms grew sweaty with nervousness.

She turned the phone around and wiped her clammy hands against her thighs.

As the beeps continued, her other hand grew sweatier. She bit her lip in frustration. No answer. He must be busy.

-Hello?  

“….”