CH 91

Hot steam wafted in the air as Yiyoung opened the glass door, creating a mysterious atmosphere.

Muyeol sat in the bathtub with one hand under his chin, the water coming up to his chest. He opened his eyes as cool air entered from outside, dispersing the steam. He watched Yiyoung walk in, his heart rumbling like thunder.

Yiyoung came to a stop in front of the bathtub.

“What about your clothes?” Muyeol asked slowly.

“Take them off for me,” said Yiyoung. Perhaps it was because of the hazy atmosphere of the room, but Yiyoung’s voice had a different edge to it.

Muyeol’s gaze suddenly turned sharp, his keen eyes now looking luscious.

Yiyoung reached out with her hand, taking the wet strand of Muyeol’s hair between her fingers.

“You look too sensual.” Yiyoung smiled. “When I opened the door, it felt like I was opening the door to carnal pleasure. It felt really different.”

Muyeol took her hand into his, one corner of his mouth lifting into a smile.

Yiyoung looked at their entwined hands, studying the rings on their fingers. “Are you going to continue wearing that?”

Yiyoung had noticed him wearing it at the hospital, too, but she had assumed that he had only worn it to show everyone else because they knew Yiyoung was his wife. But seeing him with the ring still on his hand set her heart aflutter.

Instead of responding, Muyeol stood up and started taking off her clothes, completely ignoring Yiyoung’s gaze wandering all over his body.

The knit top damp from the steam had weighed down on her body, but now it lay on the floor. Muyeol reached around to her back and unhooked her bra, adding it to the pile on the floor. Yiyoung instantly hid her chest with her hands.

Muyeol lowered his head to kiss her ear, letting his lips trace the contour of her neck. As his lips touched her skin, a sensuous shudder ran through her body. She glanced at him, her body shivering slightly.

Muyeol faced her. “I really love your gaze.”

Yiyoung’s eyes lfted into a smile, and Muyeol kissed her eyes before stepping out of the tub.

His body was even better-looking than she had imagined. It was ethereal. She impulsively touched his abs. “They look great.”

Muyeol smiled at her and then pressed his lips against her cheek. Yiyoung turned to him as if attracted to him by a force, and their lips met. Muyeol slowly slipped a hand down to her pants. When Yiyoung felt him unbutton her pants and pull the zipper down, she clung to his firm shoulders with both hands.

Yiyoung lifted her legs and took off her pants. Both of them were naked now. She gingerly put both her hands on his chest.

“I’m nervous.” Yiyoung gulped, her mouth drying up as her heart raced uncontrollably. “It’s going to be my first time, but I hope it’ll be a good memory.”

“Me too,” said Muyeol.

“Me too?” Yiyoung parroted, her eyes wide open.

“Me too,” Muyeol repeated.

“Wait, wait.” Yiyoung couldn’t believe it. Her heart was still thumping.

She looked up at him. “This is going to be your first time, too?”

“Is that a problem?”

“No, it’s not that…” Yiyoung trailed off.

Muyeol sneaked a hand under her hair. “I just never thought of it as a great thing.”

“Really? Then what if you experience it with me?” Yiyoung closed the gap between them, pushing her soft bosom against him.

Muyeol’s gaze wandered downward. As he stared at her chest flattened against his, he put more strength into his fingers entwined in her hair, pushing her head close to him.

“I have a hard time controlling myself whenever you’re around me,” Muyeol said, his lips hovering right above hers.

It was such an unexpected confession. Yiyoung could feel him harden beneath.

“You…”  Yiyoung whispered, the warm air brushing against Muyeol’s lips.

“Yeah.”

“All of your firsts have been me, right?”

“Kind of.”

“I’m etched in your memory,” she stated.

Muyeol froze momentarily. And then his eyes took on a fiery glint. Yiyoung kissed his lips, wanting to stoke that fire. The moment she parted from him, Muyeol lifted her and sat down in the tub, putting her on his lap. He turned her face toward him, and then kissed her passionately.

His hands ran all over her body; they caressed the back of her neck, her breasts, and her thin waist. Wherever his hand touched her, her body grew burning hot. Soon, their heavy sighs echoed off the bathroom walls. Yiyoung turned around to face him completely and kissed him fervently.

Their tongues met through their parted lips, tangling with each other. Muyeol traced the contour of her neck with his hand before reaching for her hips. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer. Yiyoung’s head tipped back, and Muyeol pulled away from the kiss to mark her neck. He pressed his lips against her shoulder, licking her collar bone until it seemed like it would give away before fondling her bosom.

Yiyoung felt dizzy, as if a giant wave had crashed over her. She clung to Muyeol like he was the only thing keeping her afloat. She opened her mouth, letting him have all control over her. Then, she felt herself being lifted again.