Hye-jae: Book 2 - New Loves

New Lives Part 55

He whispered her name, 'Hye-wona,' and she whispered his, 'Seon-jaea'.  He planted a line of sweet kisses between her breasts and trailed the backs of his nails on those luscious swells and she gave a deep, hugely stimulated sigh and brought his head to her other nipple.  His moan as he sank into her unspeakable softness was so delicious to her senses that she couldn't resist speaking to him, as he brought such pleasure to her that her voice quivered and her body shivered: 'Seon-jaea, that first night was memorable in so many ways.  I was almost as nervous as you.  I could never have...allowed myself to experience that pleasure if it hadn't been you.  You asked me if I thought of taking a lover  - Young-woo had had so many, one replacing the next, like favourite perfumes that she fell into and out of love with - 1 week, wearing nothing else, the next, not able to stand being reminded of them - but I couldn't understand why she would put herself in that dangerous position.  With you, the attraction was so intense and irresistible from the first moment, that I began to see the reason for it, maybe.  But from the first moment that your lips took my nipple - and the expression that came over your face when you did - made me realise - on that beautiful, life-changing night - that I didn't care what happened - you were more precious to me than any other living being, any other reward that life could offer because you are you, my precious Seon-jaea.'

Her words tumbled from her and rolled over him, as his lips connected them at a deep, visceral level.  He thought of that first night - her passion, his, the tenderness, the wildness - and he felt the same thrill run through him again.  He lifted his head and kissed all the way to her neck and then her lips, which he sank into with a surrendering sigh, like the weary traveller sinking into the pillow at journey's end.

His mouth seemed to speak to her - at the deepest level of herself, she felt that the connection in their bodies, that words could never match.  With each teasing touch of his tongue and passionate pull of his lips, she knew that she was his only one, she was his life and soul, she was his first thought in the morning and his last breath at night and he knew he was hers - her sweet lips, bright eyes, the source of all her joy.  

He raised his head, the low light making the flecks in his delicious brown eyes seem to wink at her, making her heart skip a beat.  

'Baby, that night was so emotional.  It felt like we were connected like no 2 lovers ever were before - I felt like you could see my soul and I could see yours.'

'I think that's why I was so emotional - at some level, I felt like that night was the first time in my life that someone,' she cupped his soft cheek in her palm: 'you, my darling, you saw me - and you wanted me.'

'God, how I wanted you.  How I still want you.  Sometimes, when we make love, I think the ache will kill me.'

He sank his head again to nibble her neck, her shoulder, her collar-bone, up to her ear and across again to her sweet mouth and it was all so intense that she was panting and sighing his name each moment.  He lifted his head and looked deeply into her eyes and his feelings were right there in his eyes but he matched them with words: 'that gorgeous red dress, the black heels, that whole night in Bergamo was magical - I can't ever remember feeling so carefree and  in love.  

She smiled at him and he felt again that intense connection to her: 'you really have fallen for Italy, Seon-jae.'

He wouldn't agree: 'no, my sweet, sexy woman, I've fallen for you.  I love you just as much tonight - no, more - as on our first night.'  

His side-smile flipped her heart upside-down: 'I remember the sense of power I felt that night - like I could fly a rocket-ship to the moon, or run 10 marathons, or climb Everest - just this over-whelming sense of being able to achieve anything because you loved me and I loved you.'