Hello! I'm sorry haven't been able to update you in some time but I hope you can enjoy this chapter that I give you. Please enjoy it.
And before I forget, this chapter was written with the help of my friend, Leahbenon because I couldn't come up with his intoxicating content myself. Thank you for stepping in.
Jan Di's voice trembled as she spoke, "It might have been paradise for you, but for me, it was a sin against my soul." Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she struggled to contain her emotions. The weight of their contrasting experiences hung heavy in the air, leaving an undeniable tension between them. Jan Di was torn between her feelings for Ji Hoo and her own values, knowing that he was a married man.
To console her, Ji Hoo interrupted softly, "Shh…" placing a gentle finger on her lips. "I understand Jan Di," he said. "I never meant to cause you any pain or compromise your values. But somehow, I could only turn to you to help me." Despite his own struggles and desires, he recognized the importance of respecting her boundaries and values.
Jan Di's voice trembled with vulnerability as she spoke to her friend. "Yes, I am your friend," she said, "and I have feelings for you. But I know you will never return them." As a surrogate mother to her friend, she had always put his happiness above her own, and the confession of her feelings was a difficult one for her to make.
She went on to explain that she had been willing to make a difficult decision to save his marriage and his happiness. "Please don't bring it up again," she pleaded, knowing that the decision had been a painful one for her. "It was a difficult decision for me, and I hope you understand that I did it out of love and friendship."
Jan Di's words were filled with emotion, and her expression revealed the depth of love and affection she had for Ji Hoo. Despite the pain she had experienced, she was still willing to put his happiness first, showing the true meaning of friendship and selflessness.
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Ji Hoo cupped her face tenderly, his thumb gently wiping away a tear that had escaped from her eye. "Last night, you gave me a chance to spread my wings, Jan Di," Ji Hoo whispered softly, his voice filled with gratitude as he shifted closer to her and gently pinned her against the wall. "During the night when we were…making out…" Ji Hoo felt a surge of emotions, realizing the depth of their connection. He continued, "I felt an overwhelming sense of trust and intimacy between us. It made me realize how much I truly care for you, Jan Di." His voice was softer now, barely above a whisper.
Jan Di's heart pounded with intensity as she gazed into Ji Hoo's eyes, noticing the raw sincerity and vulnerability that radiated from his gaze. She felt a sudden electric charge between them, and the unspoken words seemed to linger in the air, as if Ji Hoo were on the brink of revealing something far more profound than she had ever imagined. Every detail of that fleeting moment felt etched into her memory, from the way his eyes seemed to soften as he looked at her to the way his lips parted slightly as if he were about to speak the words she had been longing to hear.
As they leaned in closer, their eyes flicked between each other's eyes and lips, creating a palpable tension. Time seemed to slow down, and in that moment, she sensed the strength of their bond. She wondered if he could hear the rapid beating of her heart, in sync with their unspoken yearnings.
"We shouldn't—" she began to protest, watching Ji Hoo's gaze fixed on her lips while he licked his own, a subtle gesture that sent shivers down her spine.
"We shouldn't what?" he asked, his lips growing closer to hers, his voice barely a whisper. The air crackled with anticipation as their faces drew nearer, the magnetic pull between them undeniable. His face tilted slightly, his nose brushing against hers as he inhaled her intoxicating scent, and his lips barely brushing against hers, sending a jolt of electricity through her body.
She felt herself losing control, succumbing to the intoxicating desire that enveloped them both while his lips teased hers, barely touching her own, forcing her lips to part in a silent plea for more.
"The more we avoid what we feel, the stronger it becomes," he whispered, his voice husky with longing. Their bodies pressed closer together, the heat between them intensifying with each passing moment. "Last night we broke all the boundaries between us when I entered you—when you gave your innocence to me and now, I don't care if I am married or if it's wrong. All I know is that being with you feels like the only truth in my life, and I can't deny it any longer." The confession hung heavy in the air, their hearts pounding in sync as they surrendered to the undeniable connection they shared. "I have been avoiding the boundaries ever since you came to work at this hospital and with time, I began to see you more than my colleague—a friend, and now, she was his everything to him. The undeniable chemistry they shared, the raw passion that burned between them was too strong for him to ignore. He now wanted her—had to have her, consequences be damned.
Jan Di gently pushed him away and took a step back when her senses turned to reality. She looked towards the door of the stairwell and spoke with a mixture of emotions, "I have a date tonight. I need to go get ready." There was a hint of longing and hesitation in her voice, which he couldn't help but notice.
Ji Hoo felt a pang of jealousy in his heart, but he tried to hide it in his voice when he asked, "With whom are you going on a date?" He knew he had no right to hold her back, but the thought of Jan Di being with someone else was unbearable to him.
Jan Di turned to face him and said, "It's just a friend. He's been asking me to hang out for some time now, and I thought it might be fun to catch up with him." She smiled at him, hoping to ease the tension that she felt in his voice. She knew him well enough to know he was feeling insecure because all the time they had known each other, he only took her out on dates.
Ji Hoo nodded, trying to hide the disappointment he felt in his heart. He knew he had to let her go and trust her judgment; after all, she was still single and he was married, but he still cared about her and the choice of men she went out with. "Alright, have fun," he said, trying to sound casual. Deep down, he hoped she would come back to him soon.
As she turned around to leave, Ji Hoo couldn't help but feel a cocktail of emotions that flooded his mind. There was a sense of disappointment mixed with a deep understanding of the situation and a flicker of hope that perhaps she would be able to understand him and his feelings someday. He watched her walk away, her silhouette shrinking into the distance, knowing that although they might be separated for now, the flames that had been ignited between them would continue to burn bright, refusing to be extinguished by the passage of time.
Jan Di was seated at her vanity table while her best friend, Ga Eul, was applying makeup to her face. Ever since they were young, Ga Eul had a passion for makeup, and over time, she had become quite an expert at it. As Jan Di admired her romantic makeup, she couldn't help but wonder which dress she should wear for her upcoming event. "Which dress do you think I should wear this time?" she asked Ga Eul.
With a mischievous smile, Ga Eul held up two dresses, one in a stunning deep red shade and the other in a delicate pastel pink color. "You have options, my dear. The red dress will make you look bold and confident, while the pink dress will bring out your soft and elegant side," Ga Eul suggested, knowing Jan Di's love for both vibrant and subtle styles.
Jan Di looked at the dresses with admiration but was unsure which one to wear. "Whom are you meeting?" she asked Ga Eul.
Ga Eul couldn't help but tease Jan Di a little. "Is it Park Seo Joon?" she asked.
Surprised by the question, Jan Di replied, "Why do you ask that?"
"I understand that the gentleman you will be seeing is not the one who holds your heart. Therefore, it would be beneficial for you to choose a dress that is both welcoming and flattering," Ga Eul explained with a smile.
Jan Di inquired, "Could you recommend which dress would be appropriate for this occasion?"
After pondering for a moment, Ga Eul offered her suggestion, "Considering your features, I would recommend a pink dress. The soft color would complement your skin tone and highlight your friendly demeanor."
Jan Di's gaze shifted towards the dress Ga Eul was pointing at. It was a light pink off-shoulder dress with a fold-over collar and long sleeves. The knitted fabric of the dress was plain yet elegant, and its bodycon style was embellished with medium-stretch material, making it comfortable and stylish for any occasion.
Jan Di and Park Seo Joon were colleagues who worked together at the hospital. Park Seo Joon had secretly harbored feelings for Jan Di since the day she started working with him. Even though she only had eyes for Ji Hoo, Park Seo Joon couldn't help but feel drawn to her. Today, he had made up his mind to confess his feelings to her, regardless of whether they would remain friends after this. He had rehearsed what he was going to say countless times and was determined to let Jan Di know how he truly felt about her.
As he planned their date, Seo Joon remembered how Yoon Ji Hoo had taken Jan Di to her favorite Italian restaurant, which he also happened to own. Seo Joon reserved a table at the same restaurant for their dinner date today, hoping to impress Jan Di with his attention to detail and knowledge of her preferences.
Seo Joon sat at the small round table, his fingers tapping nervously on the crisp white tablecloth. He couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation mixed with anxiety as he waited for Jan Di to arrive. He had been looking forward to this dinner date for days, hoping that it would be the beginning of something special between them.
As he looked around the dimly lit restaurant, the soft clinking of silverware and the quiet murmur of conversations filled the air. Seo Joon's heart pounded with excitement as he imagined the possibility of a romantic future with Jan Di.
But his hopes were overshadowed by the knowledge that she was in love with another man—Yoon Ji Hoo, who was already married. Seo Joon couldn't help but wonder if he had any chance at all or if he was simply setting himself up for heartbreak.
Jan Di arrived at the Italian restaurant, located at the corner of a bustling street in the heart of the city. She pushed open the door and stepped into the dimly lit interior, illuminated by flickering candles on each table. The welcoming aroma of freshly baked bread and simmering tomato sauce wafted through the air, filling her senses with anticipation.
Seo Joon was already waiting for her, dressed in a smart black suit and a crisp white shirt. He stood up from his chair and drew out another for her to sit in, flashing her a charming smile.
"I thought you changed your mind," Seo Joon commented as Jan Di took her seat.
Jan Di smiled warmly and replied, "No, I just got caught up with something. Thank you for waiting." Seo Joon's heart skipped a beat at her words, reassured that she hadn't stood him up. He couldn't help but steal glances at her, admiring her natural beauty and grace.
"What would you like to eat?" Seo Joon asked, trying to distract himself from his inner turmoil. He hoped that the conversation over dinner would provide some clarity on where they stood with each other.
"I will check the menu first," Jan Di said, picking up the leather-bound menu from the table. She browsed through the list of dishes, taking her time to decide what to order. Seo Joon watched her intently, savoring every moment spent in her company. The ambiance of the restaurant created an intimate atmosphere, further fueling Seo Joon's desire to express his feelings for Jan Di.
As Seo Joon and Jan Di took their seats at the restaurant table, they were immediately greeted by the delectable scent of freshly cooked food. Their anticipation grew as they perused the menu, contemplating what to order. Suddenly, the waiter appeared, carrying a tray filled to the brim with mouth-watering dishes.
With a courteous smile, he addressed them, "Your food is ready, sir, Miss Jan Di." Seo Joon's brow furrowed in confusion. "But we haven't placed our orders yet," he stated, puzzled. The waiter's smile faltered briefly, but he quickly regained his composure and explained, "My apologies for the confusion, sir. Our chef has prepared a special meal for you both based on your preferences."
Seo Joon and Jan Di exchanged surprised glances, wondering how the staff could possibly know their preferences. Jan Di couldn't help but wonder if it had something to do with Ji Hoo, as the classic lasagna in front of her was her all-time favorite dish.
"Thank you," they both replied in unison, grateful for the thoughtful gesture. Despite their confusion, they couldn't help but feel touched by the restaurant's attention to detail and their commitment to providing exceptional service.
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Jan Di's phone let out a soft, melodic beep, drawing her attention to a new message. She took a quick glance at her phone and discovered that Ji Hoo had sent her a text message with the simple phrase, "Enjoy your meal."
Seo Joon, who sat opposite her, noticed the hint of a smile appearing on Jan Di's face and inquired, "Is it Ji Hoo who sent you the message?"
Jan Di put her phone away and replied, "Yes, it was indeed Yoon Ji Hoo."
"I hope you don't mind me asking, but do you normally enjoy lasagna, or is it because the chef made it upon someone else's request?" Seo Joon inquired, his tone tinged with a hint of jealousy. Despite knowing that Jan Di was interested in Ji Hoo, Seo Joon couldn't help but feel fortunate to be in her company. However, he knew that he had no right to question her involvement with others.
Jan Di savored a forkful of the lasagna, relishing in the rich tomato sauce, the minced meat, and the melted cheese that melted in her mouth. The combination of flavors was her favorite, and it brought back memories of past dinners with her man. She closed her eyes, allowing her mind to wander, imagining Ji Hoo beside her, gracing her with his charming smile as she enjoyed her meal.
Seo Joon's appetite had vanished once he discovered that Ji Hoo had ordered the food and paid for the bill. His heart ached, knowing that Jan Di's affection belonged to Ji Hoo. Despite the sadness he felt, Seo Joon tried his best to conceal his disappointment and continued to enjoy the lasagna in the hopes that it would divert his attention away from his emotions. As Seo Joon savored each bite, he couldn't help but wonder if there was any chance for him to win Jan Di's heart. He knew he had to stay strong and patient, hoping that one day she would see his genuine love for her after all, the man she was in love with was a married man.
Suddenly, Seo Joon asked Jan Di, "Why did you agree to be a surrogate mother?"
Upon hearing the question, Jan Di was brought back to reality, knowing the man she was thinking about wasn't here but somebody else—Seo Joon, her colleague and friend. She was caught off guard by the question and was momentarily stunned. She thought carefully about her response, not wanting to reveal that she had slept with Ji Hoo to save his marriage and happiness. After taking a deep breath, Jan Di replied, "I wanted to help Ji Hoo and his wife experience the joy of parenthood since they couldn't have children of their own."
Jan Di hoped that her answer would satisfy Seo Joon's curiosity without divulging too much.
"What will happen to you after giving birth to their child as a surrogate? Can you bear to leave a child you carried in your womb?" Seo Joon asked, hoping to be part of whatever plans she made since the child she was going to give birth to wasn't hers. He wanted to be involved in her life so she could see how much love he had for her.
Jan Di paused, considering her options. She knew that once the child was born, she would have to step away and allow Ji Hoo and his wife to raise their family. Jan Di had made peace with the fact that her role was temporary, and she hoped to continue focusing on her own dreams and aspirations after this selfless act of kindness. She thought for a moment because she already had everything planned out for herself that didn't involve raising a child. She replied, "After giving birth, I will go back to my village and offer my medical expertise to the poor and also set up my clinic."
"I will come with you," Seo Joon offered, taking Jan Di's hand in his.
She felt uncomfortable with the way he held her hand as if she were his possession. Only Ji Hoo could hold her hand and flirt with her, not anyone else, including Seo Joon, who was just a friend. Jan Di gently pulled her hand away, trying to maintain a friendly tone.
Jan Di asked, "Why would you do that?"
Seo Joon looked hurt by her reaction, but he quickly regained his composure and replied, "I believe in your dreams, Jan Di. I want to support you in any way I can, even if it means just being there as a friend. You have a passion for what you do, and I want to see you succeed. I know how important this opportunity is to you, and I want to be there to help you achieve your goals. Besides, I enjoy spending time with you, and I think it would be a great adventure for both of us."
Jan Di was touched by his words and smiled, grateful for his kind offer. She felt lucky to have Seo Joon as a friend who always had her best interests at heart.
"Thank you for the offer, Seo Joon, but I think it's something I want to do on my own. It's important for me to establish my independence and follow my own path."
"I understand," replied Seo Joon, his eyes filled with a mix of admiration and disappointment. While he had always appreciated Jan Di's fierce determination and independence, a part of him couldn't help but feel a tinge of regret that he wouldn't be able to share this adventure with her. However, now was his chance to express his feelings in front of their friends, hoping that Jan Di would understand his perspective.
As they finished their meal, Seo Joon excused himself, promising Jan Di that he had a surprise in store for her. She eagerly waited for his return, wondering what it could be. After a brief ten-minute wait, Seo Joon emerged with a group of five men, each holding a violin. They serenaded Jan Di with a beautiful melody, leaving her awestruck and overwhelmed with emotion.
The melody that Seo Joon played was nothing short of beautiful and romantic, taking Jan Di on a trip down memory lane to the time when Ji Hoo had done something similar for her. He had confided in her, revealing his desire to pursue music until his missing grandfather returned to his life. It was during that time that Ji Hoo had taken her to the Su-Am-Art Center to his music room, where he had played a stunning melody on his violin. It was after a long day at the hospital, and the sound of his violin had a calming effect on her.
At that moment, Ji Hoo was nothing more than a colleague, but that day marked the beginning of a series of romantic moments between them. The memories of those moments still lingered in Jan Di's mind, adding to the nostalgia she felt as she listened to Seo Joon's melody. Jan Di couldn't help but compare the two musicians and doctors in her mind. While Ji Hoo's music had brought her solace during a difficult time, Seo Joon's melody now stirred up a different kind of emotion within her. It was bittersweet to realize how much had changed since that day at the Su-Am Art Center, but she couldn't deny the impact both men had on her heart.
As Jan Di slowly opened her eyes, she was met with the sight of Seo Joon down on one knee in front of her, a small velvet box held out towards her. Her heart began to race as she realized what was happening. She stood up, ready to leave, but Seo Joon called out her name, stopping her in her tracks. "Jan Di," he began, his voice filled with nervous anticipation. "From the moment I laid eyes on you at the hospital, I knew that I loved you. I realize that I may not be the one in your heart, but I can't help how I feel. I want to be the one to make you happy and to be by your side forever. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
Jan Di's heart was pounding in her chest as she gazed into Seo Joon's eyes, hoping against hope that the one standing in front of her was Ji Hoo and not Seo Joon. She knew that Seo Joon had always been there for her, but her heart belonged to Ji Hoo. She took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to respond. "I…" she began to say, but before she could finish, the noise from the restaurant interrupted her, urging her to accept Seo Joon's proposal.
In a tumultuous and bewildering moment, Jan Di was caught in a difficult predicament that required a weighty decision. She was faced with the choice of whether or not to accept Seo Joon's heartfelt proposal. As she contemplated her options, she couldn't help but feel conflicted. On the one hand, she knew that if she were to decline Seo Joon's proposal and walk away from the restaurant, he would be hurt and embarrassed in front of the other patrons. However, on the other hand, she wasn't entirely sure if she was ready to take such a significant step in accepting him as her partner, especially since he wasn't the man she truly loved. She gazed into his eager eyes, then surveyed the restaurant filled with people who were cheering and encouraging her to accept his proposal.
The mounting pressure was palpable, and Jan Di found herself in a tough spot, wrestling with conflicting emotions. Despite the inner turmoil, she ultimately nodded her assent, and Seo Joon's face lit up with joy as he slid the diamond ring on her finger. Jan Di allowed her tears to flow freely, knowing that she had accepted the proposal despite not loving him.
After the ring was on, she gathered her belongings and made her way out of the restaurant in a hurry, Jan Di was met with the sight of Ji Hoo, who had been silently watching the entire scene from outside. It was thanks to the manager, who had informed him of what was going on. Her heart ached at the thought of hurting Seo Joon, but she couldn't deny the way her heart leaped at the sight of Ji Hoo. Jan Di silently hoped that one day she would find the courage to follow her true feelings and make things right.
Suddenly, Ji Hoo approached her, and Jan Di couldn't help but let her tears flow. She was hurting, and he knew it. "Ji Hoo?" she asked when she saw him, trying to wipe away her tears. "Aren't you supposed to be at the hospital?" she said, her voice breaking.
Gently, Ji Hoo wiped away her tears and smiled. He took her hand in his, leading her to his car parked nearby. "I couldn't stay away, knowing you were hurting," he confessed softly. "Let me take you somewhere peaceful, where we can talk and sort things out together."
Feeling a sense of relief, Jan Di nodded, allowing Ji Hoo to take her away from her troubles. However, as they drove, she couldn't help but wonder where they were going. "There is nothing to sort out," she said with a sad smile. "Now I belong to Seo Joon."
But Ji Hoo was determined. "I will find out when we get to our destination," he said, his eyes filled with conviction.
"Where are you taking me?" Jan Di asked, feeling both curious and apprehensive.
Ji Hoo glanced at her, his expression softening. "Somewhere special," he replied cryptically, "a place where we can find solace and make sense of everything."
"And where is that?"
"My apartment," Ji Hoo answered, his voice gentle yet resolute, his face finding hers. "It's a place where we can have some privacy and talk without any interruptions. I want to understand what happened between us and make your worries go away."
Jan Di placed her trust in Ji Hoo as he led her toward his apartment, fully aware that their journey wouldn't be an easy one. Nevertheless, she had faith in him and was willing to endure whatever lay ahead, secure in the knowledge that he was always there to offer his assistance, fairness, and safety.
Ten minutes later, Ji Hoo parked his car behind the hospital building, and Jan Di's eyes wandered around, taking in the sight of a simple but luxurious studio apartment. "Is this where you and your wife live?" she inquired, curious about his living situation.
"No," he replied, opening the car door. "This place is mine alone."
Jan Di was puzzled. "Then why did you bring me here?" she asked him, hoping to receive an answer that would clarify the purpose of their visit.
Ji Hoo didn't reply and instead pinned her to the car, his body pressing more firmly against hers. His hands found her face and gently caressed her cheeks, his gaze intense and filled with desire. The unspoken answer to her question became clear as their lips finally met in a passionate kiss.
"I will make you forget everything tonight and think about only me alone," he whispered huskily, his voice laced with a hint of seduction. With each lingering touch and stolen moment, Ji Hoo aimed to create an unforgettable memory that would consume her thoughts, leaving no room for doubts or questions about him.
"You are married. Are you forgetting that?"
Ji Hoo's eyes flickered with a mix of longing and determination as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face and kissed her softly on the lips. "I know the reality of our situation; for tonight, let's forget about everything else," he murmured, his words dripping with an intoxicating allure. As the night unfolded, Ji Hoo's seductive presence enveloped her, momentarily erasing the weight of her engagement to Seo Joon and his marital status, igniting a forbidden desire within them.
"Shall we go in?" he asked sweeping her off her feet and carrying her toward the entrance of the dimly lit, apartment.
Ji Hoo grabbed Jan Di's hair after the door was closed from behind to expose her neck as he attached his lips to her exposed skin just below her ear. She gasped as soon as his lips touched her neck, and she could feel his smile against her skin. His body was pressed against her as he pushed her up against the wall in his room.
His lips were still attached to her neck but were now at the base. His left hand is in her hair, pulling it from the ends. His right hand was around her waist, just under the rim of her dress, gripping her hip. His lips slowly detached from her neck, and his caramel eyes were staring at her.
Ji Hoo's right hand is now going down her leg as his palm curves over her buttocks and down the back of Jan Di's thigh. His other hand was feeling down her body until both of his hands were around her butt and he picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Do you want to stop?" he asked her, his voice softer than a whisper filled with their forbidden desire.
Jan Di had already discarded her guilt about being with a married man somewhere in the back of her mind. "No, don't stop," she replied breathlessly, her body responding eagerly to his touch. The intensity of their passion drowned out any lingering doubts, and in that moment, all that mattered was the intoxicating connection they shared.
Ji Hoo's hands held her up by her butt, her arms wrapped around his neck, and their lips were attached in a passionate kiss. Jan Di pressed her body closer and closer to his as she struggled to breathe but was reluctant to break away from the kiss. As their bodies pressed against each other, Jan Di could feel the electricity coursing through her veins, igniting a fire within her. Every touch and every kiss fueled their desire, making it impossible to resist the pull they had towards each other. Lost in the moment, they continued to explore the depths of their passion, oblivious to the world around them.
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Jan Di bit his lip, and he pulled away. She saw the grimace on his face but could also see the pleasure. She could feel him growing hard, and he pulled her away from the wall and walked towards his ground couch near the fireplace, carrying her.
Stripped naked, and wrapped together, they started with kisses and caresses. Gentle touches and strokes, all over each other's bodies. The fire crackled in the grate, and she knelt in front of him—back pressed tightly against his chest to feel the silk of his flesh upon her. He circled her nipples with his fingertips, and that was the first—though far from the last-time she let out a deep sigh of pleasure. He knew her so well. Understood that just a light, shivery touch could get her nipples taut and hard and aching for more attention. Thinking 'pinch them, please' would distract her from the task at hand, so instead she concentrated on where his lips were now—grazing the exposed skin of her shoulders, pressing against her, complementing the soft touch of his hair as he nuzzled at her neck.
Jan Di cupped his hands onto her breasts, intertwining fingers and adding gentle pressure, so she could savor his palms pressed tight against her. Her hair fell over her shoulders and tickled her fire-warmed skin so that it was hard to tell where his touches started and her own began—they were moving as one, in perfect sync.
It was too soon but she didn't care, she had to taste him: She turned to face him, and he dipped in for a deep, passionate kiss. The flavor of this man, the soft-yet-firm texture of his lips as he kissed her so intensely, this was the first thing she'd think of when she was alone and hungering for him. Just as the real thing does right now, Jan Di knew even the lingering memory of that kiss would turn her on. He's still playing with her breasts—grabbing and squeezing them with his hands.
It made her ache.
Inside Ji Hoo's head, he tried to push away the urgent voice that told him 'I must have her—now. Right now.' He tried to counsel himself towards patience. Take your time, there's plenty left. But when he ran his hand down over her crotch through her black lace panties, he could not bear to wait any longer. Neither could she. They're both torn between wanting to make this night last forever and knowing that soon it must end. Before it ends, they want to experience everything.
Jan Di straddled his knees, rubbing the throbbing ache of her clit against his thigh and his crotch. She could feel how the crackling fire had warmed his smooth skin and how hard he was under those tight white cotton boxers, and when he laid her on her back on the soft blanket to kiss her neck, her body and mind were both keening for release—for him to slide that phallus inside her and sate her hunger.
Jan Di was flushed now; she knew it. The heat of the fire reflected off her as well as him. Ji Hoo sucked gently at her rock-hard nipples before teasing her with retreating kisses—down her ribcage, to her stomach, and further. Each shivery touch of his lips made her gasp. Each firm stroke of his hands down her skin made her want to buck and writhe beneath him. She focused on fixing the memory of him in her mind by running her own hands over his back, his big shoulders, and through his hair. Squeezing his upper arms, when she wants to remember him later, she can picture the exact texture and width of his muscled biceps echoing in her fingertips.
When Ji Hoo lifted her to remove her black knickers, she moved with him. It's like a choreographed ballet, except no need for someone to tell them the moves: She needed him to take off those panties. Needed his tongue on her clit and his length inside me, and it's getting harder for her to cling on to her restraint. Jan Di could see the telltale bulge in his own underwear, and she didn't even try to suppress the kick of pride when she knew that was all for her-Because of her, Ji Hoo's desire for her was evident.
Ji Hoo will remember this fireside intimacy too when he's far—far away from her and alone and gripping that bulge with firm hands late at night. He'll remember it and think her to the forefront of his mind and rub at himself until he lets out strangled moans of satisfaction. It's this picture while he's licking her: gentle kisses and nibbles all down her stomach—his tongue a ruby-red tease. She looked down at him, watching this Ji Hoo's-eye view from the top of his head as he shifts down to pleasure her there for the first time, and there was a flash of victory in her mind—yes, that's it, yes—as he presses his mouth up against her thudding clit.
Hands-on either side of her hips, mouth wet and soft and open, he enveloped the whole of the top of her slit—everywhere it was warm and wet and aching for attention. This is one of the things she had always enjoyed most with him the night before. The way he instinctively knew where her pleasure lay, and how to draw it out. The way he didn't just give her some token licks and sucks but settles down to really concentrate. In front of the fire, this could almost be relaxed, if it weren't for the urgency of the fact that she only had tonight and the corresponding desperation in her core. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, all the better to appreciate what he was doing. Trying to memorize the wetness between her legs, the way his hair felt running through her grasping fingertips, and how each flick of his tongue was like a spark—crackling from the fire that we were fueling together.
Jan Di bucked and writhed beneath him, letting out little moans and pants that she knew would encourage him further. They turned him on more too—he let out a moan too, and it ran through her like a shuddering wave. She loved it when he made noises like the night before. This time, there was no conversation, but she knew anytime he made those sounds, it meant he was fully immersed in the moment with her.
She would love to hear how much he was enjoying her body.
Ji Hoo looked up at her with eyes as hot as the fire—dark, purposeful, and clouded with lust. Jan Di grabbed his hair and pressed herself against him, almost smothering his mouth with her entrance. Then she could hardly take it anymore. As he shifted lower down to give that core some sorely-needed attention with his tongue, she rubbed at her own clit with her fingers, combining their efforts to nudge her closer to the edge of orgasm.
But not now. Not yet. There is so much to do first.
As he licked at her labia and kissed the tops of her thighs, she was trying so hard to bring herself near without tipping over into orgasm. She wanted to remember this pre-orgasmic bliss, this unsated greediness. But it's too much. The fire, the sparks, the way he looked when he was down there. The touch of his lips on her thighs and her own hands squeezing her tits and rubbing her clit… and she spilled over. Her hips bucked and her own lips let out loud gasps as the orgasm rushed through her body—wave after wave, over and over, pulsing through her muscles as she twitched and writhed and oh God yes, as she came. He crawled back up her body, came in for a kiss—and was trying to absorb the unique taste of herself on his own sweet tongue.
She thought for a second that she might just devour him.
It was time; she had to have his phallus. Trembling slightly, she pushed the fabric of his boxer shorts down to get to his member's delicious, rock-solid flesh. Legs open wide to welcome him in, knees back to spread herself so he could slide it good and deep, she grabbed him and urged him to enter her.
Ji Hoo goes so slowly at first, and she lets out a tiny squeal—just a vocalization of she knew not what. Relief? Anguish? Lust? All of the above? The moment when he slid in and relieved the ache in her tights is one, she won't experience again, and the knowledge of that made it even more bittersweet. The fire crackles and spits as if in sympathy with our agony, and then he starts to really grind her. Short, quick strikes—good and hard, exactly how she never experienced it.
She wrapped her leg around him, drawing him in further, and each stroke of the grind knocked the breath from her lungs. It came out in a series of gasps. One for each time his length slipped all the way home—home to the depths of her wet, greedy core. He slowed down, trying to savour each one: and switched to firm, steady thrusting of the kind they did when he's trying not to end things too quickly.
Ji Hoo leaned in for a slow, deep, passionate kiss, his hands caressing her face as their lips locked in a heated embrace. "I love how wet you are," he whispered against her lips, his voice husky with desire. "How deep you take me." He continued to explore her body with his hands, tracing the curves of her hips and the softness of her skin. "How perfectly you fit with me," he murmured, his breath mingling with hers. Ji Hoo's movements became more deliberate and his touch more possessive as they lost themselves in the ecstasy of their union. Every sensation heightened their pleasure, each moment becoming a testament to their insatiable longing for one another.
In response, she lifted her hips and placed her hands beneath them, clamping herself tighter around him. Doing the same with his member that she did with his shoulders and biceps and hair and skin earlier: trying to fix the memory of it perfectly in her mind, ready for those nights when he won't be there to remind her. The light casts beautiful shadows on his expression, and at that moment, he looked both stern and in agony, almost like he was pained to have started because he couldn't bear for this to stop. She met his gaze with thirsty longing, willing him onwards, begging with her eyes that he take her harder. More. The rolling wave of pleasure that hit her then might be another orgasm, or it might just be an early peak before the next crescendo—her mind was scrambled by desperation and emotion, and it was hard to really tell. But as they paused to change position, she suddenly aware of the deep flush on her skin and the ragged breaths she was taking.
She exerted herself on his erection, and it was so freaking good.
Her whole being sang with the need for his phallus. She kissed down his body, drinking in every individual kiss like it would slake her thirst for him, using her tongue to trace lines on his firm stomach, then right down his gorgeous, thick phallus to the base of his smooth balls. Teasing him by running it from base to tip before taking that tip in her mouth.
What's more, his throbbing flesh was as eager for her as she was for him. He was hard like granite, and she looked up at him while she sucked his round tip so she could see the sparks in his eyes when her wet lips catch the ridge at the head of his member. His so straight and fat and hard and tempting.
I can't wait any longer, I need to have him inside me. Right now.
Jan Di climbed on top of him and rubbed the thick, fat meat of his phallus against her dripping slit, the better to lube him up so when she perched on it, he could slide in, one smooth, satisfying motion.
Yes.
That's it. One swift dip and he's plunged inside her, all the way to the base.
Angling himself so it perfectly nudged against her g-spot, kicking off those waves of twitching clenching in her insides which she knew he'd be enjoying too. He adored the sight of her bouncing on him like this—the power of it! Knowing that he is using himself as a tool, he is only too happy to let her. He slid up into her, using his hips to thrust deeper inside and his hands cupping her bum to support her as she plunged up and down. Up and down. Over and over until she almost meditated with it—dreamlike. She leaned forward to kiss him, and as he moaned at the shift in angle wondering if he was close.
Should I pause? Should I wait?
The fire smoldering in the hearth was a reminder that this was the last time—for a long time. Perhaps she should hold back and draw it out. But her body rebelled against her mind, urging her onward, and that command was impossible to resist. She kissed him more and deeper, continuing to ride like racing for the finish, even though the end would break her heart.
Ji Hoo held him more firmly—like he too could not bear to let her go—and she grabbed one of my cheeks to spread herself just a little wider, to slide him in deeper. If she took enough of him inside her, he just might stay forever.
But he couldn't—he won't. This night will have to end sometime. It's getting closer now, they could feel it. The fire was fading to embers, and he needed his release—something to sate him that would shine bright enough in his mind to last him through the eons we're apart.
…
Jan Di lay on her sides on the blankets and spread herself for him to enter her from behind.
Ji Hoo gripped the back of her neck to hold her still and used his other hand to support her thigh, so she remained spread wide and easy to thrust. In this position, she had access to her clit, and if she had the words, she would thank him for that because she needed more. Want more?
She always wanted more of him than his flirting.
"Is that better?" he asked, his voice laced with more than any desire.
Rubbing at her clit and closing her eyes to better enjoy the feeling of him slamming into her, she bucked, moaned, and writhed and reached a crescendo just as he built pace to match.
"We're going to come together," he said, and she and he could feel it-she could feel it.
The slight shift in his angle and rhythm informed her he was almost there, almost ready to let go and allow himself those ecstatic waves of pleasure. She tried to fix her mind on this but now it's entirely blank—washed out to sea on those waves, blind and fumbling and drenched in pure satisfaction. Just like his.
He kissed her and gripped her tight, and at that moment, he was in control—nurturing and caressing her through her climax—or he might be clinging on to her to stay grounded through his own because she could feel the pulsing twitch of his phallus inside her and the corresponding spasms in my core.
At that moment, they were one person, moving together. Kissing, touching, holding, and leading each other so gently down from that ecstatic high. They breathed together. They lay together. Together, they return from our peak to reality—with the fire smoldering and the soft blankets hugging our slippery, naked skin.
And the clock, which ticks away the minutes until he must go.