Page 26 of Public Image, Private Heart (K-Drama Love Story #1)

The gentle kisses soon grew more passionate, bordering on something raw and instinctual. Our tongues intertwined as we explored each other. Our breaths grew heavy as I slid my hand through the small opening in her cardigan, gently caressing her.

She moaned softly, clearly craving more. I watched her, lost in her desire, feeling a somewhat perverted satisfaction knowing exactly how to fulfill that longing. Her cardigan, adorned with heart-shaped buttons that were easily undone, was a perfect match for our urgent need.

In the confined space, I bypassed dealing with her bra and lifted it instead, showering her nipples with kisses and gentle nibbles.

“Yes...” she nodded and sighed, urging me on.

I smirked at her impatience, continuing with slow kisses and nibbles, traveling from her breasts back to her neck, making sure not to miss a single patch of skin.

Since she was wearing a skirt, it was easy for me to slip one hand under her waist, and she let out a quiet breath.

I began to caress her there, in the sensitive part of her core.

She moved with me, guiding my touch to where she felt the most pleasure, before shifting against my growing arousal.

A gasp escaped my lips, feeling her warmth and moisture even through our clothes.

Her delicate fingers began to trace the zipper of my pants, slowly unzipping it to explore and caress where I felt the most pleasure. I sighed deeply, lost in a haze of sensation as I surrendered completely to the waves of pleasure she evoked.

“Yumi...” I breathed out, a plea in my voice.

As if we shared an unspoken understanding, she positioned herself above me, and I felt her warmth enveloping me.

She let out a quiet exclamation when our bodies finally met, moving slowly down to bring us fully together.

She continued her deliberate, unhurried movements, driving me to the edge of sanity.

I let her take the lead for a few moments, indulging her as she took inches of me, before gently shifting our position and pinned her against the seat.

Although our movements were still restricted by the tight space, I quickened my pace with deep and rapid thrusts, driven by our mutual need.

I could see she was nearing her release as her breath became ragged and her mouth fell open in a silent scream.

Each gasp and shudder from her sent waves of pleasure through me, amplifying the sensations until I was completely immersed in the moment.

My own breaths came in quick, shallow bursts as the pressure built.

The tight space and the shared intimacy heightened everything, and I found myself overwhelmed by the raw, unfiltered pleasure of our connection.

The way her body responded to me, the warmth and softness, left me breathless and consumed by the experience.

But suddenly, I paused and withdrew, causing her to look at me in surprise, as if I had betrayed her. I responded with a playful smile, deciding it was time to teach her a lesson in patience.

Gently, I started to build up the sensation from the beginning, being careful not to overexcite her with just my fingers. I added another finger while my thumb continued to caress her favorite spots. She whimpered, as if pleading for me to bring her to the release she desired.

But not yet. I wanted to explore every bit of pleasure our bodies could experience tonight. After all, we had all night to savor it.

I continued to shower kisses on her nipples and her lips while my hands explored her core. The confined space made it difficult to do everything I wanted, especially tasting her. I made my peace with it, knowing there would be plenty of time for us to explore further later.

Still partially clothed, the dew forming on the car windows heightened the excitement even more. After the incident with Min-hee the other day, I decided to add an extra layer of dark-tinted windows to my car to ensure my privacy.

“Ji-yong, please...” she begged, her fingers turning white as she clung to the top of the seat, lost in the flood of pleasure.

Her urgent look ignited my own desires. I felt like I was on the edge of a precipice, teetering between control and surrender.

I shifted, replacing my fingers with myself while still caressing her down there with my hand, feeling her grip tighten around me as I guided us both to a shared release.

As the waves of our shared release began to subside, a profound sense of exhaustion mixed with satisfaction settled over me.

I pulled back slightly, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I glanced at Yumi.

Her eyes, still closed in the aftermath of pleasure, reflected a mixture of vulnerability and contentment.

Her breathing was still uneven, but there was a serene smile on her lips.

I began to feel the effects of the cramped space with a cramp in my leg. “Ow!” I exclaimed, quickly putting my clothes back on.

I exited the car and moved to the rear, where there was more room.

I cracked the window open just a bit to let in a hint of fresh autumn air and invited her to join me.

I flipped the backseat and spread out a duvet, creating a cozier space in the back.

Soon, we were nestled together in the makeshift bed, wrapped in a warm embrace.

I wrapped my arms around her, drawing her closer, and we settled into a comfortable silence, savoring the closeness and the calm after the intensity.

“Yumi,” I said softly, brushing my thumb over her cheek. “You okay? I’m really sorry we ended up here. I wanted to take you to Danyang.”

She opened her eyes and met my gaze with a warm smile. “Mm-hmm,” she murmured. “This, right now, with you, is the happiest I’ve been in my life.”

My heart swelled with happiness. I gently kissed her forehead and whispered, “Me too. Being with you is everything I could have hoped for.”