Chapter 6

                                    

                                          
A/N: This chapter includes mature themes (e.g. relationships, sex, profanities). Please proceed at your own discretion.
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Them
In Zürich
That week
  
What is it like to make love with Se Ri?
To Jeong Hyeok, it’s exhilarating—like the first time he did a free-fall during his military training.
The tremble in his usually-steady hands, the incessant pounding of his heart in his ears, the quickening of his breaths… There is that similar rush of adrenaline built up by the minutes of anticipation before he blindly takes that leap. And once he is airborne—which is, in this case, when he sheathes himself inside her in one fluid thrust—he finds himself frightened, asking himself repeatedly whether or not his skills, experience, and equipment had sufficiently prepared him for this moment and wishing that he can depend on them to survive the drop.
Or at least, long enough for him to watch her come.
So much for being thorough on the foreplay. Now, he’s hoping against hope that he can hold out on his orgasm until he is able to wring hers out of her.
Probably, it serves him right for teasing her over and over.
He did it earlier in the kitchen after breakfast—as agreed. She sneaked up on him while he was busy doing the dishes, embracing him from behind and consequently pressing her body onto his back. It would have been a fluffy gesture if only her curious hands did not wander around his abdomen, mapping the sinewy muscles of it over his shirt and eventually slipping them inside to feel the skin underneath it. Her touch successfully distracted him from his chores, and somehow they ended up heavily making out on the counter—hungry lips nipping at each other and fingers caressing places that ached for attention—oblivious to the sound of water running out of the faucet he unintentionally left open.
He did it again in the shower. And this time, it was him who took her by surprise when he headed straight to her the minute he was done storing the last utensil away. He entered the bathroom unannounced in playful retaliation to her mischief and shed all of his clothes—except that he had other motives apart from joining her in washing up.
Well… let’s just say that they both got drenched soon afterwards. And the lukewarm spray they were basking under was not solely to blame for the fact that they were soaking wet.
So as they lie tangled up in the sheets at the present, he puts an end to his preambles and starts to do her—for real.
It should not be this tense, he thinks. They have had sex in the past; they were even each other’s first. And although this is the first time they are going all the way after they had gotten back together, they never really shied away from being physically affectionate. They have gone through the motions, reacquainting their senses to the familiar touches shared only between lovers.
So all things considered, intimacy is not some foreign waters they have to carefully tread on or charter.
For some reason, however, the fact that it has been a long while since he has been this close to her is quite daunting. He feels uneasy—though not necessarily in a bad way. If anything, the nerves only make him more eager to tempt her, thrill her… drive her mad with lust until she reaches her tipping point.
He aims to give her a kind of bliss that is better than she remembers—or, by far, has ever known. But he quickly realizes that it’s a feat that is quite impossible to achieve even with the level of self-restraint he has.
Because by then, her cold hands are tightly clenching his—their knuckles already blanched white—just as her walls are clamping around his shaft like an iron vise.