Tell Me You Like It [R19]

Chapter 12.1: Epilogue

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 ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ: ꜱᴏᴠɪᴇᴇᴇ

“Open wider, put another finger in.”

“Ugh, ah…”

Anna took a deep breath and inserted her index finger and then her middle finger.

“Yes, like that…… good girl. Put it deeper. Right, more, more, more. Good.”

As she pushed deeper, she felt a bulge inside, and he urged her to push deeper until her fingers touched it.

“Can you feel it? That bulge inside.”

“Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm…”

“When I stick my cock in there, it stings, doesn’t it?”

She could barely speak through the moans, so Anna just nodded with a flushed face.

She was stripping naked in front of the camera and having sex with Luciano. At first, she was too embarrassed, but after two months of being apart, she was so hot she couldn’t resist.

They talked on the phone every day, sharing the details of their day and missing each other’s faces through the monitor. As the longing built, the conversation naturally turned to sex. It was a natural progression to talk about how much we wanted each other and how sweet each other’s bodies felt.

When Anna shyly refused his first request to show him her pussy, Luciano asked to watch him masturbate, if that was what it took. With the same big hands that used to squeeze her breasts hard enough to make them burst, he moved his cock up and down quickly, squeezing out his cum.

He whispered to himself that he missed the taste of Anna’s insides, how narrow and tight they were around him, the scent of her body and her pussy, and the taste of water. Even as he gripped his cock in his strong hand, he told himself that he missed Anna’s body so much that he knew he couldn’t match the pleasure it gave him.

For a man to say he liked sex with her better than masturbation, that her pussy tasted better than a hand like this, Anna felt an odd sense of satisfaction.

“Move your fingers around, imagining a cock in there.”

“Hmmm, well, it’s smaller than Luciano’s, so…… not so good.”

Anna bucked her hips, trying to get her fingers in deeper. He put two of them in, but they didn’t feel as good as his stiff, tightly packed inside her.

“I know…… then put one more finger in.”

He gently coaxed her to insert her ring finger. Sweating profusely, Anna did as she was told and stuck three fingers into the hole, including her ring finger. As she pushed deeper, her back twisted upward of its own accord.

“That’s good, Anna,” he said, “now you’re going to have to get it in and out fast, while I do it for you.”

Watching Anna masturbate, Luciano was also stroking his cock hard, from the bottom up.

“Anna, keep your left hand moving, too.”

He ordered her to move her left hand, which had stopped touching her clit, as well. With that, Anna used her left hand again to rub her swollen, red, protruding clit. This was an area she had often touched during sex with him. It felt good, but not as good as his touch.

Anna’s arms were thinner and less muscular than Luciano’s, and she wasn’t as skillful as he was. She sighed at the lack of fulfillment.

“How’s it feel, Anna? Is it soft? Is the flesh squeezing your fingers?”

“Is it hot? Is the fluid sticky like honey?”

“Oh, I can’t wait to suck it. Anna, I’m dying to drink the water from your hole, too, it’s been so long since I’ve sucked your bottom…”

He didn’t listen to Anna’s answer. In fact, it was impossible for her to answer. She was doing as he asked, her fingers sliding down to touch her clit, her entire attention focused downward, moaning and unable to speak properly.

“When I see you tomorrow, I’ll fill you up. I’ll fuck you in bed all day. I’ll make you feel like I’m carrying you every day, even when I’m not inside you.”

“L, like in Spain?”

“Yes. Didn’t you say then that it felt like having a cock in your vagina even when you were outside?”

Luciano drove her crazy with her shy confessions back home, especially when she told him she had gotten a secret pleasure from riding the little train in Toledo, and he insisted she never ride it again.

Pleasure is something you give, he said, and you shouldn’t feel it on a stupid little train.

When Anna was depressed because of the separation, he said his usual exaggerated and outlandish things. It made her laugh instead of being sad.

He was about to board a plane to Korea.

It had been two months since she had seen him. She thought about him a lot, even though they hadn’t spoken every day, and he appeared in her dreams.

“Heh, ugh……”

“Anna, you’re so sexy. Even moaning.”

The pace of his pumping was picking up as he gripped the thick pole and pumped harder, and watching him, Anna tried to speed up the pace of her fingers at her bottom. With her left hand, she rubbed her clit from side to side a little harder.

The walls of her vagina tightened as if they would break the incoming finger. She could feel the thick muscles of her contracting vagina against her fingers. Ever since she’d started masturbating, Anna could see why he liked penetration. Now she knew what he meant when he’d said that a penis would drive her crazy with its tightness.

One day, he had said, “If you had a penis, you would go crazy and thrust into you.”

But it wasn’t until she inserted her fingers into her own trembling heat, influenced by Luciano’s words, that she realized what he meant. That’s why she found men who struggled through long distances endearing and was grateful.

Her pussy juices dripped and glistened on her body hair and thighs.

“Anna, Bella!”

“Luciano……!”

The muscles in Anna’s inner thighs rippled and quivered. Cum spurted from Luciano’s glans, splattering everywhere. It wasn’t as intense a climax as it had been with him, but it was the kind of masturbation that could put out a raging fire.

“Anna. I have to leave for the airport. I’ll see you in a bit.”

With those words, the internet call ended. Normally, he’d whisper affectionate words after an orgasm, but today he seemed as urgent as time was of the essence.

Luciano was scheduled to arrive just as she was leaving work. When she told him it was the Lunar New Year holiday in Korea, he said he’d taken the time off to use it. Anna wanted to go to Italy, too, but she didn’t have enough money. Most of all, Luciano wanted to come to Korea.

Perhaps he was concerned about Anna’s pocketbook. He didn’t show it, but she could tell. Back in Korea, he refused to give her his account number or PayPal.

She jumped to conclusions, thinking he wanted to be a man who dated a woman to get money from him. She was so angry that she couldn’t even mention her offer to cover half of their travel expenses anymore.

During the two months they were apart, Luciano would post once a week about going to a Korean restaurant in Rome, and post pictures of the food he ate there. Eating the food he and Anna ate together made him feel like he was in Seville.

Looking at the pictures he took and sent her, Anna laughed and felt sad at the same time.

She wondered what the distance was, she was sad that she couldn’t go with him, and she was happy that he seemed to miss her as much as she missed him.

After waking up at the crack of dawn for an early call with Luciano, Anna got up to wash up. It was a small studio apartment, but Luciano had already seen her room and bathroom over the video call, so he wouldn’t be surprised by its modest size if he came to visit.

Anna had been given a tour of his apartment by Luciano. He said he lived with his family, but as soon as he returned to Italy, he got his own apartment. It was bigger and nicer than her studio, and Anna knew he was better off than she was.

It was small, but he was supporting himself. Luciano never mentioned it; instead, he was only concerned with how Anna was doing, her health, and her mood, and focused on the fact that she was living alone without her family.

He worried about her being lonely and felt sorry for her.

The fear that she would become distant because of the distance was just an illusion.

It wasn’t a matter of distance. It was a matter of heart.

Many couples went on frequent dates nearby but break up quickly after an affair. Not every relationship had a happy ending.

It wasn’t until Anna returned to Korea that she felt Luciano’s feelings for her more clearly.

She knew he liked her very much when they were together, but now that they were apart, she was even more aware of how much he liked her. He called or messaged her every day, timed to coincide with Anna’s waking hours.

On the weekends, flowers were delivered to my house out of the blue. Luciano had ordered them himself from a florist in Seoul and had them delivered. He was in the mood to let her smell the flowers today.

The department store delivered bags, clothes, perfumes, and accessories. Watches, necklaces, earrings, and even bracelets. He was constantly sending Anna gifts.

The reasons varied.

Today because he missed her, tomorrow because he wanted to watch her wear this necklace on a video call, and the day after that because he wanted to see her walk around all day in the underwear and clothes he’d bought her. He said it made him feel better to see her wearing the things he’d bought her.

Anna couldn’t stop Luciano. She knew how disappointed he would be if she offered to return the delivery.

Besides, he had started learning Korean in Rome. He would use the Korean he learned during the week on the phone all weekend and make Anna laugh with his broken Korean.

One day, he told Anna in Korean that he had learned how to hold chopsticks.

“I’m good, fuck you.”

He pursed his lips a few times, struggling with the pronunciation, and then the shocking Korean sentence came out of his mouth. After listening in stunned silence, Anna grabbed her belly button and burst out laughing.

Luciano was puzzled by Anna’s reaction as she rolled around the room laughing so hard she was in tears. Then, when she explained, he blushed and felt embarrassed. It was a rare sight to see Luciano so embarrassed.

Afterward, he gritted his teeth and learned how to pronounce chopsticks. When he went to Korea, he practiced it dozens of times until it was perfect because he didn’t want to be embarrassed in a restaurant.

After meeting Anna, he started learning the language and eating its food, a country he had no interest in. One day, he asked for her home address, searched for her house on an internet map, and looked up pictures of the neighborhood where she lived.

He wanted to make sure her neighborhood was safe, and he cared about her safety even more than Anna.

Thanks to Luciano, Anna would not be lonely this Lunar New Year holiday.

 

Arriving at Incheon Airport, Anna checked the board at the departure gate. Her heart was pounding and her palms were sweaty at the thought of seeing Luciano again soon.

He sent a quick message to Anna to let her know that he had paid for Wi-Fi on the flight. Her heart leapt into her throat as she realized that now she could actually see him. Things were slow at work. The wait was getting shorter and shorter, which was bittersweet, but her anxiety was growing inversely.

She checked her makeup in the bathroom again and again. Unlike when she was traveling in Spain, where she was comfortable not wearing much on her face, Anna’s face was covered in tinted makeup. She didn’t pay attention to it when she went to work, but today was Luciano’s day, so she put extra effort into her makeup and outfit.

Then her cell phone rang. The caller was Luciano, calling from the Internet.

“Hello.”

Now when he talked to her, he said “Hello” in Korean instead of “Hello” in English. She thought the pronunciation was cute and liked it, and he always said it.

“Luciano, have you arrived?”

“Yep. We finally landed at the airport. I’m on my way out, just wait a little longer. I’ll just grab my luggage and be on my way.”

“Okay.”

Anna stomped her feet in joy. Each time the gate’s automatic doors opened, Anna’s head leaned further forward.

It felt like she was flying. Anna continued to wait excitedly for Luciano to pull the suitcase out. She couldn’t believe how slowly time was passing.

She was almost out of breath.

Finally, the glass doors of the departure gate opened and Luciano stepped out. Anna waved eagerly and shouted his name.

“Luciano!”