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The soft rhythm of the rain tapping against the glass windows was what stirred a certain neurosurgeon from her sleep. Songhwa stretched her lower limbs and reached out her right arm instinctively to feel his side of the bed, but frowned when the cold sensation of the bed sheets was what greeted her instead.
Twisting her body to look at their digital clock by the nightstand, albeit hazy due to her not wearing her prescription glasses, it read 2am.
He was supposed to be home by midnight.
Assuming that the surgery may have encountered complications along the way— which actually happens from time to time— Songhwa reached for the customized rose quartz stanley cup that Ikjun bought for her but softly grumbled when she found it empty. Despite the disappointment and the laziness kicking in from going out of the bed in the middle of the night just to take a sip of water, she can’t bring herself to get annoyed. She already has a hunch who finished the contents without refilling it and no, it’s not her husband.
“Definitely Uju,” Songhwa chuckled at the thought, then sighed upon remembering that her baby boy left earlier with Iksun and is currently at Changwon with his grandparents. I miss him, she sulked.
Her Uju never failed to verbally admire the bottle whenever he sees it because according to him, it’s really expensive, a thought that he only heard from one of his classmates. As a result, the boy mostly drinks water from her own bottle despite having his own sippy cups because, “the water tastes luxurious in that bottle, eomma.” After hearing him say that, Songhwa could only laugh at his innocence and kiss his apple-scented cheeks.
As a simple woman who is also a shopaholic, of course, Uju’s bottle (as well as Ikjun’s) is already on its way to be delivered. She had it Aurora Borealis-customized because the boy had been obsessing over how beautiful the Northern Lights is for the past week, which led to Ikjun coming up with the idea of going on a family vacation in Iceland for Uju’s birthday next month. Remembering the fact that their week-long leave was approved almost immediately after filing it still never fails to make her giddy.
Songhwa reached for her glasses by the nightstand and slid off the bed, shuddering before securing her nightdress tightly to her body as the cool draft from the inverter AC kissed her bare skin. The house was silent except for the distant pitter-patter of rain outside as she padded barefoot across the floor with a goal towards the kitchen.
And that’s where she found him.
Ikjun is sat on the couch, his hair still obviously damped from the shower that he probably recently took as his fresh masculine scent emanated throughout the living room towards her— pulling her. He is slouching so sexily with his serene face fixed out the window, hypnotized on the falling droplets streaking across their floor-to-ceiling window glass.
His legs unintentionally wide and ready, accommodating, just for her.
Hers.
Her heart clenched—softly, achingly—in that specific way it only ever did for him. Familiar, warm, and devastating all at once.
He hadn’t noticed her yet. And in that brief moment, she took her time observing her husband. Her heart still flutters whenever she gets reminded of the fact, unshielded even from her own self.
The soft glow from her favorite camping lamp is the only light she has to observe his features and it’s more than enough.
Her first and last love.
Lee Ikjun looked so beautiful in her eyes.
The soft rise and fall of his chest. His sharp jaw that she loves to pepper kisses whenever. His lips that she never gets tired of tasting and feeling. His skillful fingers that works wonders on and inside her body. The memory of his hands and arms holding her, commanding her, and ruining her in the most satisfyingly way possible. And his prominent bulge? Yeah.
God, she wants him.
After removing and placing her glasses on an accent table that holds their vase near the master's bedroom, she made her way towards him, exhaling softly to make him known of her presence.
“You didn’t wake me,” she said softly as he looked up at her, eyes gently sparking with love, his lips twitching into a small smile as he reached for her.
Songhwa gripped his offered hand and hooked her other to his shoulder for support to cage him between her legs, casually straddling his lap before swooping in for a kiss. Ikjun let out a smirk as it didn’t go unnoticed by him when his wife deftly rubbed their crotch together during their lip lock, wholeheartedly accepting her obvious invitation.
“You looked so peaceful. Didn’t have the heart to wake you up.”
The neurosurgeon lifted her eyebrows playfully. “Yeah? I am now.”
Ikjun let out a laugh— “That I know.” — which was immediately cut off with a hiss when Songhwa deliberately grinded on him, the warmth of her core snuggling deliciously on his cock through his cotton boxers.
He instinctively gripped her hips as she moved above him, his mouth catching her taut nipple through her night gown, licking and sucking the bud as she moaned breathlessly against his ears. He could feel his erection slowly growing with her continuous ministrations just as he is feeling her wetness on him despite their intact clothing.
Ikjun encouraged her ministrations by slipping his hands under her nightgown to her buttocks, kneading and slapping both cheeks in the way he knew she liked. Feeling the strong need to feel his skin against hers, she gently pushed Ikjun’s head from her left nipple and lifted his white shirt off him before discarding her own.
“That’s better,” Songhwa mumbled hazily while running her hands across the expanse of his chest, giving particular attention in the spaces between his abs.
Feeling good at her touch, Ikjun pulled her neck towards his mouth and latched at the column, his cock stirring between them at her breathy moans. Still distracted by the pleasure that he is showering her with, Songhwa didn’t notice the sound of her panties being torn apart in one fluid motion up until she found the ripped garments beside her knee on the couch and feeling Ikjun being two fingers deep inside her, pumping hard.
“Oh God,” she muttered before clashing their mouths together, forcefully slipping her tongue between his teeth to taste every nook and cranny which had Ikjun groaning in bewilderment. He’s making patterns inside her weeping flesh that had his wife delirious and wanton in his arms, their joint saliva dripping from her lips to her chin.
“You're dripping, Songhwa-ya..”
“Yes, yes, yess-hnnggg,”
Ikjun could already feel that she is close with the way she is squeezing his fingers. He was just about to pad his thumb against her clit to make her come when Songhwa separated herself from him. He opened his mouth to ask but she suddenly kneeled before him, kissing his bulge directly on the wet patch of their joint arousal before freeing his cock from his boxer shorts, tossing the garment haphazardly somewhere on the back.
Thick, long, and hard. She smirked before whispering, "Just for me."
He heard Songhwa groan before feeling her lips on him, sucking and licking the tip free of his pre-cum as her slender fingers wrapped around his length, sensually moving up and down. Not satisfied with the lubrication that his pre-cum had provided for his length, Songhwa looked up at him and fingered herself, swiped her wetness one last time then jerked him off, coating him with her. All while smiling adorably at him.
Oh, this woman will be the death of me.
Stroking his cock swiftly in one hand, Songhwa swooped down to lick and suck his balls which had Ikjun throwing his head with a breathless “fuck..!”
He moaned as he watched his wife slowly take his entire length in her mouth, aroused by the soft, quiet sounds of her gagging slightly as her throat still adjusted in accommodating his length after almost 2 weeks of abstinence due to their hectic schedules. By the heavens, no matter how many times she does this, it never stops feeling amazing.
Longing for the feeling of his hands on her, Songhwa reached for his hand and placed it on her head. Ikjun caressed her head and combed her brunette locks with his fingers which she allowed to grow longer through time. Gathering it all in a ponytail with one hand, Ikjun yanked and gripped it together just as she liked, satisfied at the vibrations of her groaning against his length. As her head bopped up and down in an even rhythm, him gripping her hair tighter, he feels himself getting closer to going over the edge.
And he doesn’t want to come undone without her.
“Baby, stop. I’m close, no mor— fuck-k,” was what Ikjun could only say when Songhwa playfully swirled her tongue over him, sucked him tight and played with his balls, leaving him gasping for air. Already aware of his intention to come together, she let go of him with a loud pop and pecked the slit before rising on her feet to kiss her husband on the cheek.
“Sorry,” Songhwa cheekily mumbled against his lips, straddling his lap in the process.
“We both know you don’t mean that,” he retaliated by tickling her ribs, earning him a laugh and a slap to the bicep.
After telling her to secure her legs around him, Ikjun reversed their position to pin her against the couch, her lithe body totally under his scrutiny. Caressing her soft cheek in wonder, he pecked her nose and lips.
“Hi, beautiful.” Ikjun whispered, mirth dancing in his orbs.
Songhwa giggled as she indulged him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Hi, handsome.”
“I missed you..”
She laughed, “We see each other in the hospital and at home everyday, yeobo.”
“Still not enough,” Ikjun complained in aegyo which had her laughing, again, below him.
Ikjun paused, gaze locked onto her as she laughed—head tilted back, eyes crinkled, the sounds spilling from her a music to his ears. So unguarded, so free. And mesmerizingly beautiful.
His first and last love.
His. Only his.
Noticing his soft gaze on her, Songhwa pulled him down to her and pressed their lips together, sighing contentedly against his mouth.
Mine.
Sighs turned to gasps when Ikjun resumed his ministrations on her, his fingers skillfully doing their job inside her at the same time he pawed and sucked on her breasts. Just when she thought that she couldn’t endure the pleasure anymore, Ikjun suddenly went down on her nether lips and played with her clit, his fingers ramming inside her in a dizzying rhythm that had her squirming and screaming under his mercy when she came.
Hovering above her, Songhwa wiped her glistening essence from Ikjun’s mouth and chin with the back of her hand just as she feels him spreading her legs wider to accommodate his hips. They gasped when he lined the head of his member against her entrance and groaned in unison when he finally slid his cock inside her.
“Always, always so tight and wet for me..”
“For you, only for you..”
Bracketing his arms on the sides of her head, Ikjun pressed his lips against her temple as he slowly increased the pacing of his thrusts, the changing tone of Songhwa’s moans guiding him throughout. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with moans from two people echoed throughout the apartment. Ikjun had set a brutal pace which had the couch creaking under them, and god does it feel amazing.
Thank God Uju isn’t here.
Close to the edge, Ikjun reached between them and rubbed circles on her clit, the action causing Songhwa to scream.
“Yes yess yess..! That’s i- mmhmm, jebal don’t stop, Ikjun-ah..”
He gasped against her lips, “Not planning to..”
Hooking one of her legs in one arm as he continued his thrusts, the position deliberately hit Songhwa’s sweet spot which had her seeing stars, moaning as she lost control of her body.
Shaking and quivering below him from the mind-shattering orgasm, his wife’s vice-like grip on him had Ikjun’s cock twitching inside her. With a loud groan, Ikjun pulled her hips towards him before pressing their lips together as he played with her tongue, and spurted his warm seed deep inside her.
Catching their breath, Songhwa rubbed her hands on Ikjun’s sweat-layered back.
“God, I needed that,” she quipped in a hoarse voice with a chuckle against her husband’s chest. Kissing her damp forehead, Ikjun poutily replied, “I’m too old for this, Songhwa-ya.”
Songhwa’s laugh reverberated throughout the living room.
As Ikjun slept soundly beside her that night, her hand drifted gently to her flat stomach—absentminded, but so full of meaning. The other reason why she is excited for their upcoming Iceland trip next month. Ever since they bought a house together in the same neighborhood as Seokhyeong’s, her anticipation grew—not just for the move, but for the life they will slowly, surely, build together. The final renovations are still underway although they are already expected to move in two to three months time, shortly after their overseas trip.
“I just have to make it until Iceland,” she thought to herself smiling, fingers brushing slow circles across her belly as she nuzzled her face further unto Ikjun’s neck. He stirred in his sleep as he instinctively tightened his arms around her, cradling her closer to him. The gesture ought her to drop a kiss on his carotid pulse. “One more month. And absolutely no tongue slipping, Chae Songhwa.”