Chapter 62
As Owen’s tongue parted Sarin’s lips and slipped inside, a suffocating sweetness spread. It was a taste she had experienced somewhere before. Unconsciously, she swallowed his saliva while her tongue involuntarily met his. She sucked on his tongue eagerly, feeling the overwhelming cherry scent and sweetness simultaneously, as if craving it desperately.
Her hands grasped Owen’s shirt as she smiled faintly, meeting his warm hazel eyes, which sparkled within gently curved eyelids.
A gulp.
With a squelching sound, their lips parted. Owen, with a disappointed expression, lightly touched the tip of Sarin’s lips and asked, “Why did you stop sucking?”
The saliva lingering in her mouth was thick. Sarin openly swallowed it down as Owen slowly inquired while extending the tongue she had just been sucking. His face, now vulnerable and exposed, seemed unlike the Owen she had known.
“Because it’s overwhelming.”
“Me?”
“Yeah, and we’re too close.”
She couldn’t bring herself to say more.
“Lee Sarin, you managed to hold back, so I thought I should too. Maybe I should quit smoking too, since I never really drank much anyway.”
His unexpected words surprised her. She knew he had thrown away all the alcohol at the bar, but to quit smoking instead was unexpected. Sarin had no idea where this man was headed. Questions swirled in her mind.
Owen’s round eyes, unreadable to her, kissed her lips too honestly, unable to contain himself.
“Hmm.”
Her hands, still holding onto his shirt tightly, clenched even more. His tongue, licking the corner of her eye, made her shiver from head to toe.
Owen liked her eyes. She had never liked her eyes, being the subject of mockery her whole life. He was the first one to appreciate them.
Her body remembered the sensation of him licking her eyes during sex. Even though she had just taken a shower, the area beneath her underwear felt damp.
“It doesn’t seem like it’s been that long.”
Owen murmured with a hoarse voice, still brushing his lips against Sarin’s eyelids.
“Sigh.”
She felt her breath hitting somewhere beyond the bulging collar of the man. Unconsciously, she nibbled on her lips, the lingering sweetness coating the inside of her mouth once again.
“Hm? That’s right.”
She knew what he was insinuating. It was unmistakable. Owen’s hand was vigorously caressing Sarin’s buttocks over the shower gown. It had only been a day, but Owen claimed it felt like a long time. Did normal people engage in sex this often and this much?
For the first time, her narrow social circle, lacking anyone to ask whether a day was indeed such a long time, made her resentful.
“Why? Are you hungry or something?”
Sarin nodded her head.
Though she wasn’t hungry, she seized upon the opportunity Owen presented to escape this situation. As Owen pulled his lips away and looked at her, smiling softly, he stood Sarin up and rummaged through his thrown jacket pockets.
An assortment of candies of various colors emerged from his pockets. Three large candy bars laid out on his palm had different flavors.
“I’m sucking on these at least. The view from Eden’s restaurant is nice.”
They always ordered room service; they had never dined elsewhere together. As she hesitated to decline, Owen pointed to his palm again with his chin.
“I… pick one.”
As Sarin hesitated and eventually chose the cherry-flavored candy, Owen’s smile deepened.
“You chose the exact same color.”
“I did?”
He tossed the remaining candies onto the shelf and unwrapped the candy. With a crackling sound, a candy that was closer to a dark red color than just red emerged. Unable to refuse, Sarin’s lips were pushed apart, and the candy entered.
It was clear that this was the candy he had been sucking on just moments ago. It tasted like his tongue.
As Sarin found herself struggling to hold the slightly too large candy in her mouth, Owen took a step back and watched her. Unaware of the slight disarray caused by the size of the candy, she calmly sucked on it, as if completely oblivious to the previous intimacy.
Through the slightly parted lips caused by the size of the candy, a red tongue could be seen.
Moving from one cheek, swollen as if filled to the brim, to the other, the act of sucking resembled that of a chipmunk storing food in its cheeks.
“Is it tasty?”
Sarin nodded. It had been a long time since she had tasted candy. She had long forgotten the depth and richness of its sweetness.
Since they were supposed to go to the restaurant and Owen showed no signs of leaving, Sarin gently shifted aside while rolling the candy bar in her hand.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going out to change my clothes.”
“I’ll pick for you. After all, Lee Sarin’s taste isn’t here, is it?”
Suddenly, it seemed like this man was paying attention not only to her food but also to her attire. Sarin found this unreasonable level of attention burdensome. She wished he would just do as he pleased, to the point where his interest in her actions became unsettling.
The warmth of the man embracing her from behind and suppressing her withdrawal symptoms felt unfamiliar and frightening. Owen’s embrace felt so safe that she almost surrendered herself to him, trembling as his heartbeat calmed her, but she knew where the line was drawn. She didn’t reach for truths she couldn’t handle.
“Yes. Please pick for me.”
Sarin said as she removed the candy from her mouth. Saliva trailed briefly before falling off. As the saliva stuck to the left side of her lips, her tongue instinctively licked that spot. At that moment, Owen’s hand reached out not towards Sarin’s dressing room but towards her.
He easily moved aside a stray edge of the gown beneath her collarbone. His action of grasping it with his hand prompted him to say:
“I know what suits you before you even try it.”
He personally selected the clothes here. No matter what she wore, it couldn’t not suit her. After all, he couldn’t be stopped from doing what he wanted. Realizing this fact, Sarin hesitated for a moment.
Owen caught the candy bar, hanging precariously on his slender finger. Then, casually, he took what she had been eating and lightly sucked on it.
Though it had been chewed on by her just moments ago, it tasted sweeter now just because someone else had sucked on it. His mouth was almost tingling.
“Try taking it off.”
Owen said as he sucked on the candy. Hearing his request to fully remove the gown, her body trembled. Despite rolling around naked countless times, it still felt strange. Under his gaze, even simply removing one gown felt like intertwining bodies.
Sarin removed the gown with trembling hands.
Traces of saliva remained, revealing her nakedness. Owen took the candy out of his mouth and, still moist, ran his fingers down from Sarin’s collarbone to the sternum.
“Owen!”
Flustered, Sarin called out his name.
The sticky and strange sensation adhering to her skin left traces. The sensation of her nipple at the apex of her chest stiffened instantly due to the unfamiliar touch.
She couldn’t avoid Owen’s gaze. The corners of his mouth twisted cruelly in her eyes. As the candy moved from her sternum to the side, it forcefully pressed down on her nipple.
“Ah…!”
There were clear marks around her nipples.
Tap, tap.
As the candy lightly tapped around them, Sarin recoiled and covered her chest with her hands.
“Get rid of it.”
Owen calmly ordered without lifting a finger. Placing the candy back onto the remnants of her saliva, he seemed satisfied with the sight of her sucking on it.
Gently, he spoke again, observing her shriveling under the unfamiliar sensation.
“Lee Sarin.”
There was a certain power in Owen’s voice as he called her name. She couldn’t resist him. The stickiness from the candy marks he had just licked was left on his palm. Slowly removing his hand and standing straight, his eyes expressed satisfaction.
“Yes…”
Her face flushed with confusion, but her repeated responses were charming. Now, with both their saliva dried up, the candy above Sarin’s nipple fell off with a soft pop, sending a jolt of tension through her abdomen as the sticky residue slowly dripped down.
Her breathing became rough. She was embarrassed that Owen knew about her changes. Despite knowing there was nothing she could hide from him, she still wanted to conceal it.
The wetness below only intensified her feelings.
As the sticky candy began to descend, Sarin finally closed her eyes. The boiling intensity of his gaze ultimately landed on her face.
It was difficult to withstand the gaze they exchanged. As the candy passed her navel and gradually descended, she swallowed hard.
“Spread your legs. It’ll be difficult to remove if it sticks too much.”
He said from the point where her scheme began.
“Please…”
She shook her head. Owen chuckled, then lifted Sarin up and placed her on top of the dresser. Suddenly, she seemed a head taller just standing there.
“This should make it easier to spread, right?”
He asked, tapping the tightly closed thighs with the candy.
“What are you trying to do?”
“I just wanted to check something real quick.”
What exactly did he want to check with a candy? This wouldn’t end until she spread her legs. Realizing this, Sarin reluctantly parted her legs, hoping his check would be over soon.
“Ah… Th-there, umm…”
