The Season I Loved You Without You - Chapter 22 - R19

CHAPTER 22

It was a clear command. Ga-eul couldn’t distance himself from that narrow gap. He already knew that it couldn’t be done. Narrowing the gap even further, he touched the lips of Go-yeo. The fortified walls that had been built up crumbled as easily as a mirage. The kiss was more persistent and intense than the last time.

The tongue of Go-yeo wandered through the mint-scented Ga-eul. The sensation of him climbing on top, pulling her throat, wasn’t unpleasant. Irregular breaths and tense muscles. Despite his innocent response, Ga-eul, who had a good learning ability, presented quite a convincing kiss.

“Wait.”

Go-yeo pushed Ga-eul’s shoulder slightly to sit up. Despite her relaxed response, Ga-eul still eagerly sought her lips. Without detaching her lips, Go-yeo pushed him away and stood him up. As the waistband loosened, the robe opened, revealing underwear. Instead of the bewildered Ga-eul, Go-yeo grabbed his sweater and pulled it off.

His body, shadowed in deep shades, was delicate and beautiful. Well-defined muscles and a straight physique, firm lines making up his body. Contemplating him, she completely removed the robe. His trembling chest was worth seeing. Pushing him down and straddling his waist, she looked down at his trembling body, giving her the feeling of being his complete dominator. Laughing leisurely, she brought her hand to her back and undid the bra hook. As she threw the underwear and looked at him, Ga-eul turned his head abruptly. Feeling his hardened state and unfastening his belt. Ga-eul desperately grabbed Go-yeo’s hand. Without meeting her eyes properly, he stuttered.

“I-I’m sorry.”

Not understanding the meaning, she lowered her head again, finding evidence of his release. Would it be strange to say it feels good to have such a reaction? Overlapping their bodies, she kissed his lips. His tender mouth was full of saliva. She lifted his hand, gripping the sheets tightly around his waist.

Sharing breaths and exploring mouths. Ga-eul, who had been passive, also actively swept her back and waist. Go-yeo also lost composure just like Ga-eul. Flipping over, they shed everything that was on their bodies, intertwining in complete nudity.

“Ah!”

Ga-eul grasped the pointed pink apex of her br*asts. He felt like he might cl*max again. Narrowing his brow, he sought Go-yeo. Her mouth was hotter and stickier than before. She wanted to possess it thoroughly. Everything. The experience of the soft feminine body wrapping around him was dizzying.

He kissed her neck again as if reclaiming the red marks. The messy breath of Go-yeo sounded good. Confused and dizzy gaze. From her white body, a rich rose scent seemed to emanate. Her ample br*asts filled his hands. The easily reddened white skin brought forth an unknown sensuality.

Yoon Ga-eul’s entirety filled her. The sensation of slick flesh traversing a narrow passage brought about a sudden rush of ecstasy. She bit into it fiercely. Ga-eul, gasping, didn’t realize that the labored breaths were his own.

Below, Go-yeo initially smiled at Ga-eul, meeting his eyes, but frowned internally as a sensation rose from within. The awkward and rather voluminous heat pulsating within her body brought instinctual pl*asure. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her body tightly against his. It felt like his rigid body was becoming even firmer.

The sound of flesh colliding was distinct, and the squeaking of the bed added to the lewdness. The exchange of moans and sighs continued unabated.

Long after the sun had risen, Go-yeo fell asleep as if fainting. Ga-eul, who had briefly dozed off beside her, couldn’t easily fall back asleep. He turned and embraced Go-yeo’s sleeping form. Pressing his nose against her neck, he now vibrated with the familiar scent of her flesh.

Oh, what to do? It was almost frightening how good it felt.

There wasn’t a spot on her body untouched by his lips. It worried him to think how tender her flesh might become. Recalling the pl*asure of being filled in the red, narrow spaces, Ga-eul quietly got up and cleared away the traces of contraception strewn on the floor. He realized the condoms were larger than usual, indicating a previous owner. Nevertheless, he decided not to dwell on it.

He pulled the blanket up to cover her shoulders and headed to the bathroom. There were marks and scratches all over Ga-eul’s body. Seeing them, he felt a surge of pl*asure piercing through his body again, and blood rushed down below. This unprecedented feeling of ar*usal was inconvenient. Go-yeo’s body was beautiful and sensual. The red marks on the white skin, the curves and lines.

‘You’re still young.’

Go-yeo said, looking at his sturdy thing. Cupping his hands and feeling the falling water, he closed his eyes and visualized Go-yeo again. The sensation of ecstasy and her flesh wrapping around him was still vivid. He erupted once more. The cloudy l*quid flowed down the drain.

Instead of putting back on the clothes he wore before, he put on a robe. There was only the sound of her breathing where Go-yeo had been. He lay back down beside her, embracing her again.

He felt a strange happiness.

Go-yeo woke up feeling heavy in her head. Looking at the desk clock, it was past noon. The heaviness wasn’t just in her head. As she shifted her body, feeling sore and stiff muscles, she suddenly felt a sense of presence. When the arm wrapped around her waist was removed, she turned around.

“…Hello.”

Go-yeo was a little surprised by her hoarse voice. Had she been shouting so loudly her throat was strained? As Go-yeo cleared her throat and looked at his face, blushing and avoiding her gaze. He seemed more embarrassed than when they were entwined.

“…Yes. Did you sleep well? How’s your body?”

“I feel like I’m dying.”

“What? Um, what should I do?”

Seeing his flustered expression always made her want to tease him. She eventually crossed the line with him. She had called it a strong impulse, but upon reflection, they were both adults and legally, there was no issue. Yet, she couldn’t shake off the inexplicable guilt and remorse.

One thing was certain; she hadn’t betrayed Moon Ji-hyuk. Betrayal was a concept reserved for situations involving trust or loyalty. It was laughable to talk about trust and loyalty to her ex-husband. The dominant thought was that she had gone irreversibly to a place where she couldn’t turn back, that she had desperately acted out and eventually committed.

And it was a fact that she had ultimately taken advantage of this young and naive person’s desires. She had simply confirmed Ga-eul’s simmering desire and boldly touched upon it. She had resolved her chronic insomnia and stopped thinking about the bright future.

But what about Ga-eul? Was it merely a matter of satisfying desires together? If she had been just a moderately light girl, she wouldn’t have felt this way.

Seeing Ga-eul genuinely worried, she refrained from saying that she should be the one to worry, not him.

“Could you fill the bathtub for me?”

He smiled brightly, as if grateful for being asked to do something. Looking at the robe and underwear neatly placed on the chair by the window, she felt a bit embarrassed. She got up, drew the curtains, and leisurely put on the robe before heading to the bathroom. She tossed in a pink bath bomb. As it fizzed and foamed, she watched Ga-eul.

Her purely positive feelings about him were simply that the s*x was very good, nothing more. Everything else was irrelevant. It wasn’t that he was skilled, but rather the excitement that came from the difference between his honest gestures and flushed face expressing desire. And the tool he possessed itself was quite threatening, unlike his face, which was innocent but aggressive during rutting season.

“Would you like to come in?”

Han Go-yeo was an easier woman than she had thought. It wasn’t easy to break her strange stubbornness, but what difficult woman would agree to bathe with a stranger man? She undressed and got into the bathtub.

Ga-eul turned around, took off his robe, and sat down, facing her. The bathwater didn’t reveal much due to the bath salts, but its sweet, fragrant scent relaxed her. She tied her hair up high with a hairband that had been randomly thrown near the bathtub. Wetting her neck, she tapped him lightly with her toes.

“Ah.”

Ga-eul groped the floor and grabbed Go-yeo’s leg. Then, boldly, he began massaging her legs. Go-yeo chuckled at his sudden change in attitude. She wasn’t sure where he got the courage, but right now, it felt more refreshing than getting a professional aesthetic treatment.

Meanwhile, Ga-eul had been losing touch with reality for some time now. Wasn’t he still wandering in his dreams? The blushing CEO was becoming aroused. Oh, once again, he felt soreness below. He leaned back further in the water and quickly finished the massage.

Go-yeo, who had been closing her eyes, turned her head to look at Ga-eul with narrowed eyes. She felt out his body with her toes. Flustered, Ga-eul grabbed Go-yeo’s foot. It amused her to see him tightly biting his lips and avoiding eye contact.

“Yoon Ga-eul.”

Even in a low whisper, Ga-eul was startled. The foot that escaped Ga-eul’s hand headed towards his center. His blood-engorged m*mber was standing tall. Indeed, his early twenties didn’t seem to wither. Had Moon Ji-hyuk been the same?

Ah, it was a habitual thought, but she felt sorry nonetheless. To think of another man while being with a n*ked person, would have been discomforting had he known.

She teased his m*mber as if in jest. Seeing him whimper like a puppy made her feel good.

Is she a bad person? Did she enjoy this kind of thing?

Approaching him, she knelt between his thighs, rested her arms on his shoulders, and looked down lazily. His face was beautiful yet masculine. His particularly red lips were seductive. As if craving water, she parted her lips. Pulling his hair back, she restrained him. His w*t neckline and Adam’s apple were distinct.

“Don’t call me boss in bed. It feels sinful.”

“Go-yeo.”

Ga-eul wanted to try calling her name once more.

“Call me one more time.”

“Han Go-yeo.”

The name that came out of Ga-eul’s mouth felt unfamiliar. A low, resonant voice. She observed him strangely as if seeing an animal for the first time in her life. His usually calm eyes, now clouded with heat, were appealing. His efforts to lower his lips were awkward. It was enjoyable to see a man yearning for her touch.

She smiled and responded to his call by lowering her lips. His mouth was soft, and the touch of his hands roaming over her back was ticklish. It felt strange to wander around his mouth slowly. Already, just from kissing, her lower abdomen tingled. Unable to resist her excitement, she lightly nibbled his neck. She felt his firmness against her belly as he twitched.

She gently grasped his manhood. Playfully watching him squirm, she moved her hand. Using foam as a lubricant, she gently stroked up and down. His eyes, trying to suppress moans, reddened beautifully.

Moon Ji-hyuk wasn’t like this. Was this what it felt like to take the lead in a relationship?

She bit his lips and applied more pressure with her hand. His furrowed brow, growling moans, and the strength in the hand around her waist intensified. His cl*max was familiar. Despite it being just a relationship in the early hours of the morning, he quickly reached his peak with a little variation.

It was as if they clung to each other as if the only meaning of the present was s*x. After a short rest and satisfying their hunger, she inevitably embraced Yoon Ga-eul again. Whenever she thought of Moon Ji-hyuk, who had been the master of the night, she sought out Yoon Ga-eul.