Chapter 65: Fire in Red

Joon-ho’s fingers were still laced with hers when he began to shift, his eyes never leaving her face. The lamplight played over the sharp lines of his jaw, the faint sheen of sweat still clinging to his neck from the day. Without a word, he reached for the hem of his shirt. Ji-hye’s breath caught. She’d seen him in training clothes, even bare-chested before, but something about this moment—about knowing it was for her—made her stomach tighten. He peeled the shirt over his head, slow enough for the movement to feel deliberate. The muscles in his shoulders rolled under his skin, each cut of his torso catching the light. Her eyes followed the line of his chest down to the sculpted ridges of his abdomen, and she realized her hands were gripping the sheets a little too tightly. When he moved to undo his belt, her instincts kicked in. "Let me..." she murmured, her fingers brushing his as she stepped in closer. Her touch was hesitant at first, but the heat radiating from his body steadied her. She tugged the belt free, the soft clink of the buckle making her pulse jump, then eased down the zipper. His trousers slid past his hips, revealing the dark stretch of his boxer briefs—and the unmistakable hardness straining against the fabric. Ji-hye swallowed hard. She’d known he was fit. She’d felt him before. But now, in this quiet bedroom where every sound seemed magnified, the sight of him like this made her acutely aware of just how little space there was between them. Joon-ho’s hand found her chin, tilting it up until her gaze met his. "Shy now?" he asked, voice low, a hint of teasing in it. She nodded once, but didn’t look away. He bent down, capturing her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. It wasn’t hurried—it was patient, coaxing her to melt into it. His palm slid to the small of her back, guiding her as he eased her down toward the bed. The mattress dipped beneath her weight, the cool sheets contrasting the heat in her body. He kissed her again, deeper this time, before letting his hands roam—over her ribs, along the curve of her waist—until they cupped the swell of her breasts through the red lace. Ji-hye tensed, a faint gasp leaving her lips. His thumbs pressed in slow circles, kneading until the initial stiffness in her shoulders eased. He broke the kiss only to lower his mouth to her neck, brushing the sensitive skin there with feather-light kisses before catching it between his lips and sucking gently. Her breath shivered out of her. One hand stayed on her breast, the other began to wander lower, tracing the dip of her abdomen until it reached the lace edge of her panties. He paused—just for a moment, letting the anticipation thicken—before slipping his fingers beneath the fabric. Ji-hye’s breath hitched sharply. He found her already warm and wet, and the faint curve of his lips against her neck told her he noticed. His middle finger slid between her folds, circling her clit in slow, deliberate strokes that made her hips twitch. At the same time, his other hand moved to the clasp of her bra. A quick flick, and the straps loosened. The lace fell away, baring her to his gaze. His mouth descended without hesitation, lips wrapping around one nipple while his fingers continued their rhythm below. Ji-hye bit her lip hard, trying to keep quiet, but the sensation of his tongue and his hand working in unison was too much. A soft, trembling moan slipped out anyway. "Joon-ho..." she breathed. He hummed against her skin, the vibration making her arch slightly. He switched to her other breast, sucking the hardened peak into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it while his fingers worked faster at her clit. The pleasure was dizzying. Too dizzying. She pressed her hand to his shoulder, stopping him. "I... I want to..." Her cheeks burned. "...to make you feel good too." He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, then gave a small nod. Without a word, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, the red lace sliding past her thighs until they pooled on the floor. She sat up, her hands finding the waistband of his boxer briefs. She tugged them down, her breath catching again when his cock sprang free—thick, heavy, and already hard for her. She wrapped her fingers around him, marveling at the heat and weight in her palm. "You’re... bigger than I remember," she admitted in a whisper. Joon-ho’s mouth curved faintly, but he didn’t speak. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to the tip, tasting the faint salt of him before parting her mouth to take him in. Her jaw stretched around the girth, and she felt the slow, steady throb against her tongue. She started with careful, shallow motions—her inexperience making her movements a little clumsy—but she tried to remember the way he liked to be touched. Her hand stroked the base in time with her mouth, her tongue swirling tentatively over the head each time she pulled back. A low groan escaped him. His hand slid into her hair, not forcing, just guiding, his thumb brushing along her temple in encouragement. At the same time, his other hand returned to her body, sliding between her thighs and finding her clit again. Even with her mouth full, she gasped at the touch, the vibrations of the sound traveling down his length. He circled the sensitive nub with skilled precision, coaxing her hips to rock forward. Joon-ho shifted, laying back on the bed and tugging her with him. His hands gripped her waist, lifting her until she straddled his chest—her knees bracketing his head, her face still angled over his cock. "Like this," he murmured. The 69 position left her flushed from the intimacy of it—her breasts pressed to his chest, the scent of him filling her lungs, the knowledge that her most sensitive parts were now inches from his mouth. He wasted no time. His lips and tongue found her folds instantly, parting them to lap directly at her clit. The first stroke made her knees tremble, her moan spilling around the cock in her mouth. Her hips bucked involuntarily, and he held her steady with strong hands as his tongue traced slow, maddening circles before plunging deeper. The wet heat of his mouth combined with the way his nose brushed her most sensitive spot made her thighs clench. Her mouth worked faster over him in response, taking him deeper each time until her throat protested. She pulled back just enough to catch her breath before sinking down again, her hand stroking the slick length that her lips couldn’t reach. Every time his tongue flicked over her clit, her body responded without permission—hips rolling, breath catching, the taste of him mixing with the heady pulse between her legs. "Mm—ahh—Joon-ho..." The words were muffled, broken by pleasure. He groaned against her, the vibration sending another shiver through her core. The build-up was relentless. Her thighs began to shake, her hand faltered on his cock, and her moans became higher-pitched, less controlled. Then, with a sudden rush, she came—her hips jerking against his mouth as the orgasm washed over her in hot waves. She collapsed forward slightly, her forehead resting on his thigh as she tried to catch her breath. Her pulse thundered in her ears, but her eyes flicked down to see him—still hard, his cock glistening from her mouth. Joon-ho eased her off his chest, steady hands guiding her to lie back against the pillows. The air between them felt heavier now, thick with the mingled scent of sweat, arousal, and the faint perfume from her shower. He wiped the wetness from his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes locked on hers the entire time—like a predator watching prey that wanted to be caught. Ji-hye lay there, breathing hard, her flushed skin glowing in the warm light. The red lace they’d chosen with such playful teasing earlier was now nothing more than a memory, lying in a careless heap on the floor. Her thighs parted for him without hesitation, the smooth inside of her legs inviting him closer, the glisten between them proof of just how ready she was. Her voice came low but unwavering, each word carrying a weight she meant for him to feel."Fuck me, Joon-ho... fuck me so hard I forget everything tonight." Something in his gaze sharpened—desire coiling tighter, darker. His body moved forward between her thighs, his knees nudging hers open even wider. One palm slid up the length of her leg, from ankle to knee to the sensitive inside of her thigh, until his fingers hovered just shy of where she wanted them. "Careful," he murmured, his tone half-warning, half-promise, the heat of his breath brushing her skin. The heavy tip of his cock nudged her entrance, teasing her with the barest pressure. "I might take that literally." Her nails dug into the sheets. "Do it," she breathed, her voice almost trembling with need. "Make me yours." That was all the permission he needed. He pushed in, slow but unstoppable, the thick head parting her with a stretch that made her lips part in a sharp gasp. Her fingers clenched harder at the fabric beneath her, the tension rippling up her arms as her body adjusted to him inch by inch. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, her chest rising sharply as she took him in deeper. The burn of the stretch gave way to a heady fullness that sent a shiver racing up her spine. When he bottomed out, hips flush to hers, she exhaled shakily—half a moan, half a sigh. He stayed there for a heartbeat, his gaze drinking in every twitch of her lips, every flicker of her lashes, before pulling back just enough to push in again, the movement deliberate, claiming.