Absinthe novel Chapter 47

The alarm in my phone went off, and I felt Jiwoo stirring beside me. Although I'd already spent five nights with him, he hadn't made a move except for that time the pickup truck broke down. Of course, he had been joking back then.

But the whole thing confused me. If he was really into me, shouldn't he be trying to sleep with me night after night?

That only proved he was straight. If it were Robert, I'm pretty sure we'd have done it a million times by now.

"I love waking up to this face," Jiwoo said as he kissed my forehead. "Care to join me in the shower?"

I grabbed a pillow and hit him on the face with it. "I'm taking a quick one. You can follow after."

I grabbed a new towel and entered the bathroom. I was in the middle of washing my face in the shower stall when I heard the door opening. I hastily rinsed my face and opened my eyes to see Jiwoo standing a couple of feet away from me in all his naked glory.

"What the fuck?" I said, panicking on the inside.

Jiwoo hopped into the shower and grabbed the soap. "You said I could follow after. Not after you finish." He started scrubbing my back with his strong hands. I'd fantasized about this before but never told anyone. Did this guy have some sort of mind reading power?

Jiwoo then went lower and started soaping my hips down to my thighs and my calves. I could feel him breathing heavily, probably because he had to bend down. But damn, the sound of his breathing was turning me on. He stood up, reached for the detachable shower head, and rinsed my back.

"Hand me the shower gel, will you?"

I took the bottle and handed it to Jiwoo, who wasted no time in placing his hands on my back again. He massaged it, making circles with his fingers. Suddenly, his chin was resting on my shoulder, and his hands were holding my waist. I felt something hard brushing against my buttocks.

"Jiwoo," I said, my voice coming out as a whisper.

"I'm sorry," Jiwoo whispered into my ear, and with his hands he pushed my waist lower, the pressure enough to force me to bend my knees a little.

The tip of Jiwoo's shaft was angry against the skin of my ass. I could feel his hand shaking but not daring to do anything else.

I turned sideways and kissed Jiwoo fiercely on the lips, my tongue free to search the cavity of his mouth. Then I felt his tongue fighting back until I was out of breath.

Jiwoo's left hand slid down my leg, and the other wrapped around my stomach, trying to lift me off the bathroom floor. When I felt his penis between my legs, I knew I was going to go crazy if it didn't go inside me soon.

He started nibbling on my ear. I felt a sense of urgency in the way his mouth and teeth grazed my skin.

"Jiwoo," I said pleadingly.

With that, he thrust his hips in an attempt to finally penetrate me, but he missed by a few centimeters, so his cock slid along the length of my crack instead. He searched for my asshole with his fingers and inserted two of them the moment he found it.

"Jiwoo," I moaned. I was rock-hard, too.

Jiwoo let go of my stomach and guided himself with his hand. Within seconds, his erection was inside me, and I cried as the all-too familiar burning sensation of being fucked when your asshole's not yet relaxed came flooding into the lower half of my body.

"Jiwoo, it's painful," I groaned.

Then Jiwoo proceeded to enter me. This time, my body was prepared to welcome him. And he was no longer gentle—he was a sexually hungry man digging into me deeper and deeper with every second. When he quickened his pace, my legs involuntarily closed in around his body, unwilling to let him go.

My hands shot up to his back and I clung to him almost desperately, wanting to feel his hard torso as he went in and out of me.

It got to the point where it was all too much to bear. Jiwoo kept hitting a certain spot that sent me into new levels of frenzy.

I felt him tensing. His thrusts became sharper, more forceful. We were kissing like we'd never kissed before, and he shuddered before climaxing and filling me to the brim.

But he didn't slow down. He continued ramming his dick into me, driving his seed deeper. I touched myself, unable to take it any longer. In moments, I too released.

Jiwoo collapsed on top of me, his cock still halfway inside. Although he was heavy, the warmth radiating from him brought me comfort.

He slipped his arms beneath my back to embrace me. "I love you," he said. "I really do."

Fuck.

I was screwed.

Literally and figuratively.