A Flowery Goodbye

“You sure about this, noona?”

“I’m sure. Just, take it slow. We have all the time in the world.”

Perfection greets you as she’s on her back in the middle of her own bed. The peonies you brought her as a gift for graduating college are in a vase on the dresser; twenty-four stems crammed in, the blush and white ones leaning over the rim. You wanted her room full of them.

Golden hour has come in through her window and it’s catching her face and the white slip dress she opened the bouquet in.

“Sohyun-noona.”

“Yes?”

“Can I take this off?”

“Of course.”

You slip the straps off her shoulders. Her dress falls to her waist. She’s bare from the waist up.

The sun on her bountiful chest is the last thing you ever needed to see. You think you might cum without being touched by just staring at it. You stand at the foot of the bed and look at her and you cannot understand what you are seeing. Her tits are bigger than you imagined and you have explored that visual in your head so many times. The skin between them swallows light like no other; cleavage as deep as Mariana’s Trench.

Her nipples pink as the cherry blossoms of spring, erect like thorns from roses, and you have to grip your own thigh to stop yourself from doing something stupid.

“Stop staring.”

Words refuse to come out of your throat.

She laughs, soft as the fields of cosmos you used to play in when you were both young, embarrassed. “Come on, stop it.”

“I can’t—”

“You can’t what?”

“I can’t stop staring. I’m sorry, noona. I’ve been with you for most of my life and I’ve never noticed.”

“Come here.”

You approach her. You climb onto the bed and you put your face into her neck before you do anything else, because her neck smells like her, and you breathe in for a long time, and your brain malfunctions.

“Sohyun-noona.”

“Yes, my dear?”

“You smell like flowers in early spring, the first ones, the wet ones.”

“Oh, how romantic.”

“I want to put my face on every part of you. I want to know what your skin smells like from your ear to your ankle.”

“That tickles.”

“I know.”

You kiss her neck. The skin there is so soft you make a sound in your throat without meaning to. You kiss her shoulder, the bones of it. The hollow at her clavicle that you have looked at across the library table for years. You kiss the inside of her wrist that has rested on a textbook in front of you, and your cock is so hard in your pants, thinking becomes a chore.

“Be careful,” she breathes. “I bruise.”

“Good.”

“What?”

“I want to leave marks on you. I want you to find them tomorrow on the plane and think about my mouth. Please tell me I can.”

“…yes, of course you can.”

You suck on the place between her shoulder and her neck until a deep red spot blooms there. The sound she makes resembles the birds that flock around your garden; small and melodic. You feel her soft thighs shift on the bed below you. You stop and look at her and her eyes are already wet and her cheeks are red.

“You’re insane.”

“You make me insane.”

You move down. Her chest is in your face now and you cannot believe it is real. You take one nipple into your mouth and your eyes roll back. Intoxicating you like a poisonous nectar you’re willing to die for. You suck and you taste every note of musk, and skin, and scent of her that translates to numerous neurons activating and your tastebuds firing off signals that it has never transmitted before.

The tenting arousal under you is starting to hurt. Her hands find your hair and she gasps. You give her tit the time you have spent fantasising about it, which is a fuck ton. You feel her arching off the bed, she’s trying to push more of herself into your mouth and you of course let her.

You move to the other side, give that pillowy-goodness the same amount of attention and time. You spend so long on her tits that her hand goes from gripping your hair to stroking it, slow, like she’s the one trying to comfort you.

“You’re going to be here all night,” she breathes, heavy and labored.

“Oh, that’s the plan, noona.”

“Oh god.”

You move down further. Push the slip off her hips and it falls to the floor and now you can see her fully and you have to close your eyes for a second because the sensation is too much now. You open them. She is the most you have ever seen. You kiss the soft slope of her belly and you bite, not hard, just enough to feel it, just to know what her skin gives like, and she makes a lovely noise.

“Did you just try biting me?”

“Yes and I’m not done.”

You bite her again. You kiss her hipbones. You drag your nose down the line where her thigh meets her hip and your nose is full of her flowery scent and you cannot stop your hips from grinding into the mattress. You are still fully clothed but your cock has been leaking in your pants.

“Ms. Park Sohyun.”

“Yes, baby boy?”

“I’m going to be eating you for a while. Do you understand that?”

“For how long?”

“An hour or so, maybe more.”