The Breakup Between You and Me - Side Story 9. Epilogue 2

Epilogue 2

“Good?”

“Yeah.”

The sea breeze curled around my body. It was still a little chilly, but it felt better than the cold. He smirked as he grabbed a handful of my windblown hair. I was happy, and he seemed even happier.

“Aren’t you cold?”

“A little cold.”

He stopped as I hugged him tightly around the waist, making a sniffling sound that I didn’t often make around people. I tucked him into my coat and rubbed my chin against his crown.

“Now you’re warm.”

I giggled, nuzzling his side. His warmth was always comforting, making me feel like a warm person. He grabbed my cheeks and tilted my head up.

When our eyes met, he gave me a quick peck on the forehead, then on the nose, and finally on the eye. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled, and his fingertips gently rubbed the corners of my eyes.

“I’d love to come out more often. I’m sorry I’ve been so busy,” he said, recalling our conversations about going out together before we got married.

“How can I be busy making money? I’m not that narrow-minded, am I?”

I wiped my eyes and whimpered, and he smiled. I loved it when he laughed, that sunshine smile, so much so that I wanted to carve it into my eyes.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and sank into his embrace. He patted me on the back without saying a word. All the stress of pregnancy seemed to melt away, and I felt recharged.

I was glad I listened to him and made the trip. I turned to look out at the ocean, my hands busy adjusting my coat, wondering if I might catch a cold.

The corner of my mouth twitched upward, and I stared out at the endless ocean, cool to the touch. Yes.

I was too eager. I was greedy. It’s not like getting pregnant is easy, and I wouldn’t have pursued IVF if I hadn’t been fixated on a specific outcome. I had told myself to take it slow, but my desire got the better of me.

I didn’t say anything, didn’t show it. My chest tightened at the thought of him suffering because of me.

“What if?”

“What if”

“What if?”

“What if?”

“Yeah,” he said, trying to draw me out, his fingers lightly tracing over me.

“What if we can’t have kids?” I asked, dreading the subject but always holding it in.

“I just need you. I need you, I really need you.”

I don’t doubt his words.

“I’ll be good to you, Si-hyuk,” his chest heaves.

“I’m good now?”

“I’ll be better.”

“Better than now?”

“Yes.” He presses his lips to my cheek.

“You just have to do what you’re doing now.”

“Really? I want to be so much better than I am now, but you just have to do what you’re doing now?”

His fingertips rub the corners of my eyes as I lower them. It was a sympathetic yet intimate touch.

“Do you want to come in?”

“Why?”

I flutter my eyelashes as if I don’t know what to say, and he nips at my earlobe.

“Your ears are red. You must be cold.”

“I’m not cold at all.”

“No, I’m cold. Let’s get inside because you’re going to catch a cold.”

I roll my eyes, and this time he stares at me with a blank expression.

“I’m hungry, Si-hyuk.”

“Me too. Let’s go inside and eat.”

“Yeah.”

His face grew impatient as I offered to let him in. We arrived at the hotel at a faster pace than usual. Actually, the hotel had a great view of the ocean, but we went out because he wanted to walk along the beach.

When I got on the elevator, my mouth watered at the strange change in the atmosphere. Glancing at him, he was staring straight ahead. I gently shook his hand to get him to let go, but he only strengthened his grip.

The elevator doors opened, and we walked down the hall, and I noticed the redness under his ears. I opened the door and stepped inside. The door hadn’t even closed when he grabbed me by the nape of the neck and pulled me toward him.

Just before our lips touched, I reached out and pushed his chest away. He raised an eyebrow in disbelief. With a look of lust on his face, he dodged my lips as I tried to kiss him again.

“…….”

I could see his chest heaving.

“I need to freshen up.”

He had bought this and that, and the sea breeze had made him salty. No, actually, I wanted to see more of him, to see him struggle. Oh, I’m supposed to be nice, but I’m dying to torment him. I want to see him drive himself crazy with impatience.

“…. You don’t have to wash.”

“No, wait a minute. Okay?”

“Wash up like …..”

“You wash up too and stay quiet. Okay?”

A whimper escaped his mouth as I ran my hands down his thighs in an attempt to tease him.

I smirked and headed to the bathroom, knowing he was looking at me behind my back but softly swaying my hips as I locked the bathroom door behind me.

When I brushed my palm across his thigh, I saw he was already erect. I stripped n*ked and washed my teeth. When the door unexpectedly opened, I was rinsing my mouth.    

“What, what!” I nearly choked on my toothpaste water when I saw him standing there, nude and intimidating.    

“Get out! Get out?” he says, lifting the corners of his mouth and tilting his head.    

“I like to be pretty more than I like to be pretty,” he says, so I volunteer to make him feel pretty.

I back away from him as I come closer, but then I feel the washbasin on my as$. I wanted to flee, but there was nowhere for me to go.    

“You’re done brushing your teeth,” he says, grabbing the toothbrush from my grasp and gently placing it on the counter.    

“Si-hyuk…….”

He clutches my waist as if to say no more. He smirked as he s*cked punishingly on the nape of her neck. His stomach rubbed against the heat of his alter ego as he dropped to the floor.    

“Si-hyuk!”

I’m not sure why I’m so humiliated today; I’m not embarrassed every day. The lips between my legs made me flush from head to toe. I try to pull his hair away from his face, but the more I pull, the more he licks at my flesh.

The tip of his tongue licks every nook and crevice of my slit, and my legs spread on their own. She widens her hole to allow him to move and s*ck farther inside.    

“Ha. Ha.” Something in him stirred, somewhere unknown. He had me straddle his as$ on the sink as my legs continued to weaken. He licked my clit till my nose was mashed against it, spreading my thighs wide.

When I cover my lips in case an odd sound escapes, he nips at my clit as punishment.   

“Ha!” My clit was throbbing so hard that I could feel it all. My bottom cried for more, but he refused to put it in my hole.

I wiggled my hips, but he merely s*cked on the edge of my clitter. He splits her labia with his fingers before flicking his tongue across the exposed clitoris and scratching it with his teeth.    

“Ha-ha! Ha-ha! Si-hyuk, please….”

I wanted to irritate him, but I was the one who was irritated. He looks at my dilated pupils and finally, frustratingly slowly, puts one finger in. But the inner walls gush water as if that were enough. The bathroom floor is soaked in tears.

I felt no shame. I floundered in the pleasure of his hands and mouth, half-dazed and unable to keep my mouth shut. He stood and kissed me several times, panting like a guy who had lost his power to breathe, and then I could breathe again.  

My desire grew stronger as he kissed me deeply, pushing his glans against my p*ssy. I practically begged him to let me hug his neck. Please put it in me. I encircled his waist with my legs.    

But he jerks back just as I believe he’s about to enter me. So many times, I’ve been filled with expectation just to be let down. My eyes welled up with tears.    

“Do you want me to put it in?” I asked flatly.

I extended my legs as wide as possible and reached down to spread my labia. One corner of his mouth lifted as I glanced at the enormous hole. I blinked, not knowing what it meant. I waited patiently, but all he did was look.

I couldn’t handle it any longer, so I lowered my hand even further. His pupils gradually dilated. I inserted my finger into the hole. A gurgling sound filled the bathroom as he moved it back and forth.     

If I didn’t do this, I thought I’d go insane. I slid my finger in and out of my v*g*na fast, shivering with terror.    

“Ha…ah. Ha.” I glared him down. Explosion.

It was strange. The feeling in my fingers was hollow, unlike when he touched me. This was not correct. Deeper and more difficult. I wanted something thicker to enter me.

I sobbed, angry that he was only staring at me, knowing how frustrated and desperate I was.

“Shit,” he exclaimed, pulling his finger out and thrusting in with one fast stroke.

“Ha…ah.” That was the end of it. As I received what I desired, tears welled up in my eyes. He licked them away and started driving into me with terrifying fierceness.

He took my juice-soaked fingers into his mouth and licked them as if he were going to s*ck every last drop out of me, without pausing for a second. I’m nearly out of breath.    

“Ugh. Not so tight.”    

At the words, my eyes fly open, and I see his face. He’s even more agitated than I am. I grip his neck in delight as he frantically bounces his hips like he’s about to cry. To his beat, I shake my hips.

“I love you, I love you,” he says softly.   

I respond to the word love by saying, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Inside me, my p*nis twitches. His inner walls grip it tightly. Finally, he can’t stop himself and ejaculates. He steps out of the shower, his body sagging.

“I’ll wash it later.” 

“You want to do it again?” 

“I’m going to spill it anyway, let’s do it at once.” You’re acting like a lunatic. How many times will you repeat this? He smiles as I roll my eyes.