Kim Mi Cha life was a miserable one since her mother had died at a young age. By 22 she was taking care of her alcoholic father who was often abusive to her. Her only respite would be when he'd leave her to go gamble as his addiction was getting o...
Tell me what you want, kitten." Jeon whispered seductively in her ear. Mi arched and moaned her need but Jeon always remained unmoving till he got what he wanted from her. "Words, kitten."
"I want you, Jeon." She worded breathlessly in the dark.
"With pleasure, baby girl. You don't know how badly I want you too." He hissed in her ear.
Jeon was there and then all of a sudden he wasn't. Confused Mi sat up but being dark in the room she couldn't see or hear him. She sat there for a few minutes, getting irritated the longer he didn't return. After 10 more minutes Mi got up, dressed and when to find Jeon. Her headache by now was gone and she had a different type of ache that she was dealing with.
She threw on a light sweater and slippers to go find her husband. Mi made her way downstairs to find Jeon lighting candles around the fireplace. Now why was he doing that? When he wanted to fuck it was all about that he never left in the middle of it so this perplexed her.
"Jeon what are you doing?" He jumped back a bit at the sound of his wife's voice. He wasn't quite sure what he was doing or why but he wanted to try being something more to her.
He stood up and stretched his lithe body high in the air before walking over to his wife. She was frozen in the middle of the room, mouth slightly agape. He chuckled a bit. "Did I shock you or something? You're probably wondering why I did all this. Come here." He pulled Mi towards the fireplace so she could get a closer look. It really was a sight. It wasn't overly romantic but it was romantic enough coming from her husband.
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"I wasn't quite finished when you came downstairs." Jeon pulled several thick quilted blankets and laid them on the floor along with several fluffy pillows. Next he picked up a glass of champagne off the end table by the couch. He walked over and handed it to Mi. "I'm not sure what we are to each other but let's make the most of it hmm?" Mi laughed. Was this as close to a confession as she'd get?
Jeon eyed her curiously. "Did I say something funny?" Mi shook her head and tipped the flute back letting the bubbly liquid run smoothly down her throat. It tasted so good and made her feel warm giddy. Jeon drank his while watched his wife with renewed interest as she smiled and enjoy her champagne.
"Is it good, Mi?" She opened her eyes and smiled at her husband. She nodded in his direction. "Come curl up by the fireplace with me, will you Jeon?" Mi plopped down on the soft blankets and laid her head on s big fluffy pillow. She held her arms out to Jeon beckoning to come to her.
For a moment he did not move. He downed the last of his champagne and ran his hands through his hair debating to if he wanted to be vulnerable with Mi. Lately his heart and feelings were getting hard to decipher.
