I pressed my lips against his and he kissed me back without reservation. I couldn’t explain how he did it, but the way he calmly let me have what I wanted, yet kissed me back with a slow dominance, as if we both knew who the real one in control here was.
“Yoo-Mi,” he says in a firm tone. “If we keep doing this, I won’t be able to stop.” His jaw tightens.
“Then don’t,” I whisper, my voice sounding like a plea. Tears start to form in my eyes and it startles him. It surprises me too, because I’ve never thought I would need him so bad like this. “Please hold me Jeonghan. Hold me please.”
Cupping my face with a large hand, he didn’t resist when I pulled him backwards on the couch, crawling up on the couch with him hinged to my lips. Our bodies only separated once when I tugged his tie loose and unbuttoned the first half of his shirt.