She clung tightly to my blouse and undid the buttons frantically. She took it off me and I pulled her to me as we blindly walked to my room. Our mouths were united, and moved with demand. Her sweet, warm and soft lips drove me crazy. But what bothered me the most was what I was allowing to happen.
Yes, I was taking her to my room.
Yes, I was going to make love to her.
My hands moved over her body, looking for a reaction, looking for answers, and they found them. I got an answer for every stroke. I had to pull away, to get her away from me.
But how? How can I do it when every inch of my being begs to have her close?
After hearing those soft words, whispered almost in despair, my self control went to hell.
I took off her cotton blazer and threw it out of our way. With her lips on mine, I began to undo the buttons of her blouse. A bit of skin was exposed to my hands. She shuddered and barely pulled away.
“I know this is wrong, Yuri, very wrong, but I need you more than—”
I silenced her when I took her lips with demand.
Let her go, you idiot. I thought.
No, I will not let her go. Not tonight, not now… Maybe I’ll let her go tomorrow. But right now, right now I just want her caresses.
I want her to take my loneliness away.
When I reached the last button of her blouse I brought my hands to her shoulders and gently pushed the fabric to the sides. The piece of clothing fell to the ground softly. I leaned back a little to look at her. Her body was just like hers… only it looked more mature, maternal. I fixed my gaze on her breasts, covered by a black bra…
You scoundrel, if you do it, it’ll be because she reminds you of Tiffany.
Yes, she does remind me of my gypsy. I’ll be selfish tonight. I won’t think about her feelings. I will only think about mine. Today I’m going to bring back the Yuri I once was. I’m just going to live this moment to be happy even if it’s just for a couple of hours. Maybe later I’ll be able to hate myself for it.
I pulled her close again, her chest crushed against mine. I hid my face in those wavy locks and breathed in her aroma.
“I don’t care if you think about Tiffany,” she said as her hand caressed my skin, “I don’t care if you think you’re going to make love to her.”
I cupped her face in my hands and looked into her eyes.
“But I do care,” she closed her eyes and gave me her lips for another kiss.
“I’m going to heal your wounds, and you’re going to cure mine. If thinking that I’m her is going to make you feel better for a while… then so be it.”
“That’s not—”
“Shhh,” she muttered, “Kiss me.”
I looked at her for a few more seconds but then I obeyed. She snaked her arms around my neck and drew me closer. My stomach tingled and I had to use all of my self control to stop me from getting lost in passion.
I have to slow down, I have to be gentle… take care of her.
She’s not Tiffany.
She doesn’t need me to be gentle. She’s an experienced woman. A fighter, who has raised a child on her own.
One of my hands travelled down to her thighs and I gently pulled one of her legs to have them around my body. She obeyed instantly and wrapped both legs around me. With our lips still connected, I got us to the huge bed by the window.
The city was loud… people escaped from their work routine. Families fled out of the city in search of tranquillity.
I gentle laid her on the bed. She moaned softly when I placed myself between her legs, and the desire became almost unbearable.
There couldn’t be any preparations, or words of reassurance. This had to be fast. I had to get rid of this urge right now. God, I’m the worst…
“I can’t wait…”
She reached down between our bodies and began to pull down my shorts as she gave me teasing caresses. I was going to go crazy.
“Yes, let’s do it now… now…” she said, agitated.
I got rid of her jeans and shoes, and removed her bra. She suddenly got rid of my underwear and my center made contact with her skin.
I nudged her thighs open; I needed space to settle down against her. Her body arched towards mine, and her lips let my name escape. I stood still, feeling every inch of her soul.
May God forgive me… but to hell with whatever happens next.
*****
I felt as if a thunderbolt pierced right through me. She was just like I imagined her, like my stranger from the beach.
I waited for her to start a rhythm, but she was lying still. I opened my eyes and looked at her. Her brown eyes darkened, barely illuminated by the lights of the city.
“I want to take it slow,” she said as I licked my lips.
“I don’t need it slow,” I assured her, reaching in between us to feel her closer, causing her to moan.
Music to my ears.
“Don’t do that, I’m the one in charge.”
“Oh yeah?” I ran a finger along her clit, “Says who? You?”
“Y-Yess,” she murmured, “And we’ve skipped a lot of things because we’re rushing it.”
“You don’t have to be gentle with me,” I whispered as she stared at me, “I’m not some innocent little girl… I’m not inexperienced, and I want you wild, crazy.”
My mind was suddenly clouded. I whispered her name, not wanting to miss a thing of what was happening. I didn’t want to see something I didn’t know. I could feel her lips on my chin as I tried to keep my mind there, but the pain in my head grew. I breathed in deeply and felt her lips on my neck. Her tongue found a soft spot near my ear, causing a chill to run through my body. I clung tightly to her and gasped slightly, not wanting to leave that dream to go into another.
I turned around slowly and met Yuri’s gaze. My heart started pounding again. The moon shone in her eyes. Her hand rested on my face, caressing my cheek, causing my eyes to close at the gentle touch.
“You’re my gypsy right?” I nodded with my eyes closed, “You’re a gypsy… my gypsy, you have stolen my heart… you have stolen my everything.”
I sighed as her lips gently rested on mine. The kiss was soft, smooth, filled my senses with heat. Her hand was placed on my back and it carefully inched me closer to her. I rested both hands on her shoulders. Her mouth took possession of my lower lip. I felt the tip of her tongue brushing it gently. I parted my lips and received the sweet taste of her tongue.
She took her kisses from my lips and placed them on my chin. She took a few steps back, making me lose contact with her. I opened my eyes and without a word she took off her shirt. I breathed in deeply. Every part of me wanted to touch her, caress her, feel her.
I returned to that room. Yuri’s kisses were still on my neck, I moved to feel more of her, causing her to gasp against my neck, caressing me with her hot and humid breath.
“I said not yet,” her husky voice excited me beyond thought.
“Please, Yuri,” I begged, “I’m gonna go crazy if you don’t do something right now, I need to feel every inch of you.”
And suddenly she answered my prayers and struck up a rhythm. I groaned and gasped as her name escaped my lips incessantly.
She was like a prayer: Sacred, Sublime and Captivating.
“You will have no choice but to trust me this time. Nothing makes me feel better than when you enjoy my caresses.”
My eyes closed as I inhaled a great amount of air when Yuri’s hand, hot and horny, closed on my breast.
I felt her lips on mine. My nipple stiffened under Yuri’s palm. I couldn’t help moaning again.
Her kiss became rougher, deeper, and passionate.
I wrapped my arms around her neck, bringing her closer to me and increasing the desire of her touch.
“Do you like this?” she asked as she gently squeezed my hard nipple. I shuddered.
“It’s okay…” I said, not quite convinced. It felt strange…
She brushed her tongue against my closed lips, as gently as a feather, making me throw my head back.
“No?” she asked as I hesitated for a moment, with my heart pounding.
“It feels… weird,” I admitted at last.
“Weird but nice?”
As I searched for an answer, she increased the pressure and speed with which she played with my breasts. I bit my lip.
“I don’t know,” I muttered.
“Then let’s find out” she began doing what she was doing before.
“You like that?” she whispered against my mouth.
“Yes…” I sighed.
I shook my head and opened my eyes to find her. I threw my arms around her neck and pulled her to me to have her mouth against mine. I lowered my hands down her back to her firm butt, gripped the muscles and pulled her harder against myself, causing her to moan into my mouth.
Yuri kept pumping her fingers in and out of me for a full minute, I suddenly found myself lifting my hips, in search for more.
“That’s it,” she whispered, smiling against my neck.
The tension increased in a blatant request for her to continue.
“No, don’t do that,” she whispered, “Just relax.”
I forced myself to relax. I stopped squeezing her shoulders, but then the pressure became almost painful. Her fingers were going deeper.
“Relax, Little Gypsy, just a little more.”
Suddenly, this sensation of being released invaded me and I felt an incredible feeling of fullness. Her fingers were fully inside of me. It wasn’t comfortable. She took a moment to take them out, only to push them back in again.
“Damn it, you’re too small,” she mumbled, agitated.
“And how am I supposed to be?” I asked.
She kissed me, as if to quell my questions.
“You’re perfect, Tiffany Hwang, perfect.”
“More, Yuri… more…”
My nails dug into her back as I dug my teeth into her shoulder. She hissed and sank her face into my neck. Her soft moans drove me crazy.
“You’re mine…” she growled as she slid against me.
“Yes!”
“All mine…” she moaned loudly.
“Mmm… I’m all yours…”
The smell of the sea, of her and love filled my senses. I kissed her shoulder and my eyes closed as the growing flame of ecstasy gained power again. The moans began to leave my lips faster each time, I felt like I was burning. I needed to put the fire out, I needed to end it.
“Yuri… please, please,” I pleaded, agitated.
Her mouth went slowly up my neck until she found lips. When her tongue touched mine everything got out of control.
I brought up my legs and wrapped them around Yuri, bringing her closer. It just felt so good, and I wanted more.
The sweat of her body stuck to mine as the room filled with the sound of our pleasure, and the sweet sound of her body against mine. I felt her hands caressing my face, making me open my eyes.
“I know you’re not her… I know.”
“That’s doesn’t matter… it doesn’t matter now,” my eyes closed because of the pleasure, “Just give it to me, Yuri.”
She slowly opened her eyes. Deep, engaging, consumed with pleasure. I’ll never be able to erase that look from my mind. Yuri had taken control over my body, holding me against the mattress with her body and the rhythm of her fingers. I rounded her neck with my arms, pulling her until my mouth found hers.
“I’ll never be able to forget this night, Yuri.”
“Neither will I…”
I lost track of time, place, everything. It was only Yuri, our love and me. She kissed my neck as I felt myself reaching my release. There was nothing better in this world than the sound of my name.
Shivering, I let it all out as her body pressed against mine.
She kissed me softly and rolled off my body as she pulled me close to her.
Kwon Yuri was all mine.
I can’t begin to describe how much I like this woman…. How much I love her.
I completely forgot everything when she found my lips. I dug my fingers into her dark hair, and asked for more.
One of her hands caressed the side of my waist and reached down to where we were united. I cried out in pleasure when she stroked that spot where all my pleasure lived.
And suddenly everything was out of control, we were no longer two, and I started to become aware of the power that swept every corner of my body and my soul.
It was dazzling.
We filled each other with passion and I felt at home. For the first time since I opened my eyes after the accident… I felt at home.
She collapsed on me, panting, while I cradled her gently. My eyes were closed and full of tears. I wanted to cry of happiness. I wanted to cry for having found my place.
‘Come on, let it all out. It’s time, Tiffany.’
‘Later, Miyoung. Right now I just want to be with her.’
‘Okay, but you better do it later.’
‘I promise I will.’
I stroked her back gently. I felt it shudder, making me smile. Her face was buried in my neck, I couldn’t see her eyes.
“Look at me,” I said and stroked her hair. She slightly lifted her head and her eyes locked on mine, “Don’t feel remorse… What happened here was wonderful, and I don’t regret any second of it.”
She leaned over and captured my lips for a few seconds.
“Me neither… Me neither.”
