Pleasure Therapist || Ryeji ff

- Chapter 27 -

Four hours after working up the guts to ask Ryujin on their first date, Yeji exercised her grit for the second time as she took her new love interest by the hand and led her next door. Head spinning from all the fascinating new details she'd learned during their sprawling, in-depth conversation on Ryujin's couch - covering their early childhoods, memories from high school, and other formative life experiences - Yeji couldn't recall ever wanting anyone so acutely. Ryujin's fingers trembled in hers, proof that she wasn't the only one to register the weight of what they were about to do. Yeji's request to make love in her bed had obviously shocked Ryujin, yet she hadn't hesitated to agree despite a visible spike in her anxiety.

"You okay?" Yeji murmured as they entered her bedroom. She felt as though she were ushering a virgin to her deflowering, so pronounced was Ryujin's shaking. "Just a reminder that we don't have to do this tonight, if you're not ready."

Ryujin laughed, tightening her fingers on Yeji's. "Given where we were and what we were doing exactly one week ago this evening, I don't know why I'm so nervous."

"Because 'this' is entirely different than that?" Yeji stopped at the foot of her bed, facing Ryujin to hold both her hands. "Don't get me wrong. Being able to introduce you to anal sex was insanely hot. and so, so passionate. Really, it was one of the most intimate experiences of my life - despite me doing my best not to let it be. Tonight, though..." She let go of Ryujin's hand to brush a lock of hair away from her glittering eyes. "I'm not holding back."

Swaying, Ryujin grabbed onto Yeji's hip to regain her balance. "Yeddeong," she breathed. "Please..."

Yeji wrapped her arms around Ryujin's waist and drew her into a protective embrace. "Come here."

Ryujin's arms looped around her neck without further prompting. She clung to Yeji fiercely, their hearts pounding in sync. "Don't ever shut me out again, alright? I can handle whatever you're willing to give. and I won't make you regret it."

The longer they spent together, the less Yeji could imagine sweet Ryujin morphing into a vicious, younger version of her psycho ex. Where Minju had always been a highly skilled wearer of masks, Ryujin's expression was perpetually open and guileless, conveying exactly what she felt, when she felt it. Breathing in her scent, Yeji curled her hand around the base of Ryujin's skull and held her as close as she could. "At this point, I think I worry more about your regrets than mine."

"Don't." Ryujin kissed Yeji's hair, the only place her lips could reach. "Assuming we don't discover any fatal incompatibilities going forward, I'll never wish I hadn't taken this chance with you. I like you so much, and I've wanted you for ages..." She nuzzled Yeji's neck, sighing. "Even if we never make it past a second date, I'm thrilled to be trying at all."

Yeji rocked Ryujin gently back and forth, then held her by the shoulders and took a step away.
Reflecting Ryujin's adoring gaze with one of her own, she said in a husky voice, "Why don't we take off our clothes and get into bed? While I'd love to keep holding you like this forever, I suspect this'll get even better once we're lying down with your bare skin on mine."

Ryujin shivered as she reached for the hem of her
T-shirt. "I suspect you're right."

Stopping Ryujin before she could disrobe, Yeji asked, "May I?"

"Of course." Ryujin raised her arms above her head, waiting for Yeji to remove her top. When she did, groaning at the naked breasts she uncovered, Ryujin's nipples puckered into stiff peaks. Yeji winced with Ryujin at the ache she could only imagine, then bent to suck one turgid nipple into her mouth while warming the other beneath her palm. Gasping, Ryujin grabbed a handful of Yeji's hair to keep her where she was. "Yes, like that."