As True as a Dream Chapter 156

Ban Yi-Ho and Yeon Hae-Joo frantically undressed each other, soon baring their bodies completely.

 

Hae-Joo arched her back into a curve at Yi-Ho’s touch sliding down her spine, letting out a soft moan.

 

When they had first been intimate, she had been too shy and awkward to know what to do—but now, anticipation outweighed her embarrassment.

 

Wherever his hands touched and withdrew, a tingling heat flared up, making her heartbeat wilder.

 

His lips trailed down her jaw, neck, collarbone, and shoulders before closing over her breast.

 

“Hah…!”

 

Hae-Joo cupped Yi-Ho’s ears and head, shoulders tensing as he licked the tip of her nipple before sucking it deep.

 

A warm haze clouded her mind, and the space between her legs clenched.

 

She lowered her eyelids just as his red tongue lashed obscenely against the pink bud.

 

Noticing her gaze, Yi-Ho looked up. When his tongue left her nipple, a string of saliva stretched and snapped.

 

His red lips curled lazily before he lifted his head and claimed her mouth.

 

As he smiled, Hae-Joo found herself mirroring him, kissing him back.

 

Yi-Ho leaned over her, and Hae-Joo followed his motion, lying back. She stared fixedly at the beautiful man gazing down at her.

 

In response, Yi-Ho smiled as if asking why, then brushed his lips lightly over her forehead, brows, eyes, nose, and finally her mouth.

 

“Hae—”

 

Before he could finish calling her name, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hooked her legs around his waist. His weight settled heavily over her. With a satisfied sigh, she nipped at his lips.

 

“Hah… If you do that, I can’t take it slow.”

 

His fully hardened length pressed insistently against her core.

 

Instead of answering, Hae-Joo kissed the corner of his red lips, then trailed her mouth along his sharp jawline, his tempting Adam’s apple, and his broad shoulders—cherishing him just as he had done to her.

 

“Yeon Hae-Joo!”

 

Her hands slid down his muscular back, then over his straight waist and firm buttocks, so unlike her own.

 

As her touch lingered, Yi-Ho shuddered lightly.

 

He gripped her waist as if to restrain himself, but Hae-Joo flipped them over instead.

 

Now beneath her, Yi-Ho looked up in surprise. Swallowing a laugh, she kissed his chest. Her black hair spilled over him as she moved lower, past his taut abs.

 

“Hah… Yeon Hae-Joo…!”

 

She took his length in her hand—the first time since that day she’d helped him under his guidance. When her fingers stroked the rigid heat, his hips twitched.

 

“Do you like it?” she whispered.

 

Yi-Ho’s hand brushed over her hair in answer. Hae-Joo licked the tip of his arousal, testing the taste. It was strange—no distinct flavor, yet it made her want to take more into her mouth.

 

As she traced her tongue along the throbbing length, Yi-Ho’s strained groan echoed above her. She took him deeper, but the next instant, he pulled her up.

 

“Mnh—!”

 

His lips and tongue crashed against hers, his hands claiming her pert breasts and soft buttocks.

 

“What are you doing?” he asked when they broke apart, now with Hae-Joo pinned beneath him again.

 

Panting, she answered, “I wanted to love you too, Boss.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“I— Ah…!”

 

Just as she reached for him again, his fingers rubbed firmly between her legs.

 

“But it’s not your turn yet.”

 

“Huh?”

 

Caught off guard, she bit her lower lip at the sudden stimulation deep inside her. Yi-Ho spread her legs wider, his touch trailing down her chest, stomach, and inner thighs before reaching her core.

 

“Bo—ss! Hah…!”

 

His thick tongue licked into her folds, hot and slick. Hae-Joo gasped. Already wet with arousal, she grew even slicker under his ministrations.

 

When his tongue swirled over her hidden bud, her vision whitened. She arched, but there was no escaping him.

 

Every flick and suck pushed her closer to madness. Covering her face, she clenched her thighs, her heartbeat pounding against her ribs.

 

Every sensation in her body fixated on Yi-Ho—his left hand kneading her buttocks, his skilled tongue stroking from her entrance to her clit, his right hand pinching her nipples, his hair brushing her inner thighs…

 

Unable to resist, she grabbed his head, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. Just then, his tongue, having savored her bud, lapped up her inner thigh and bit the soft flesh.

 

He kissed her jaw after worshiping her slender stomach, ribs, and breasts.

 

Hae-Joo lowered the hand covering her mouth, gazing dazedly at him. His lips glistened, and her core burned hotter under his attention.

 

Unconsciously, she lifted her hips, pressing against him.

 

Yi-Ho briefly pulled back to sheath himself, then returned. As his tip nudged her entrance, she exhaled and spread her legs. He kissed her temple approvingly before sinking into her with a deep thrust.

 

“Ngh…!”

 

Clutching him, Hae-Joo whimpered. His fullness inside her was an oddly satisfying relief, as if reclaiming something lost.

 

Holding her tight, Yi-Ho kissed her pale shoulder before moving his hips slowly. She gasped, biting her lip. The glide of his length inside her sent electric pleasure up her spine.

 

Lifting her legs around his waist, she turned her head. “Boss… Hih!”

 

Yi-Ho, who had been kissing her neck, raised himself slightly. Sweat dampened his forehead and sideburns, his eyes dark and intent.

 

Suddenly self-conscious under his gaze, she hugged his neck. But he sat up, cradling her in his lap.

 

As she settled over him, his length reached even deeper. Bracing one arm behind him, Yi-Ho waited for her to adjust before gripping her hips and rocking into her.

 

The unfamiliar angle made her dizzy. Soon, she moved on her own, chasing an indescribable sensation.

 

“Ngh! Ah, hih…!”

 

Yi-Ho, who had been watching her raptly, pulled her close and buried his face between her breasts. After teasing her nipple with his nose, he took it into his mouth.

 

Hazy-eyed, Hae-Joo looked down at him. The sight of his red lips on her breast made her clench around him.

 

“Hah…!”

 

Suddenly, Yi-Ho frowned and released her, flipping her onto her stomach. Confused, she glanced back just as he thrust deep from behind.

 

“Ah—!”

 

Pressed beneath him, she felt his pelvis slap against her buttocks with each drive. The lewd sounds mixed with their ragged breaths.

 

“Aah…!”

 

“Hah…!”

 

Yi-Ho’s rough groans against her neck made her inner walls flutter. She’d never imagined a man’s voice could be so intoxicating.

 

Lost in the rhythm, she didn’t realize when he had laid her down again. Under his relentless pace, her body felt like melting. Unconsciously, she tightened around him.

 

A vein pulsed on Yi-Ho’s forehead before he collapsed over her. She clung to him, her walls milking him desperately.

 

Pleasure whited out her vision. Her toes curled, her entire body trembling. As the tension snapped, she went limp.

 

Yi-Ho rolled aside, breathing heavily.