Bella's hands roamed up to his neck, her fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer, as if to make the moment last longer, to hold on to the sensation of him. Yunho deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against hers with slow, deliberate movements, testing her, coaxing her to respond. The heat between them intensified, like a spark waiting to ignite.
She could feel the beat of her heart echo in her chest, her body's response betraying her thoughts about Yunho as she felt herself overheating with a certain warmth pooling between her legs. The way Yunho moved made her feel like she was the only thing in the world that mattered. The tension between them, thick and heavy, both thrilling and terrifying, built with every second.
Pulling back just enough to breathe, Yunho looked down at her, his gaze steady but filled with something deeper, something that made her stomach flutter. "You've got a way of making me lose my focus," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "But I think I can manage."
Bella smirked, a flicker of confidence rising within her. "I don't know, Yunho… I think you might need a little more practice."
He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, but there was no mistaking the heat in his eyes. "Is that so?" he said, his voice dropping an octave. "Well then, I guess I'll just have to teach you too."
Before she could respond, he leaned down, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below her ear. Bella's breath caught as she felt the heat spread from her neck all the way down to her toes. Her body arched instinctively into him, a silent invitation and Yunho took it, his hands moving with a deliberate slowness that made every inch of her skin feel hypersensitive.
Her thoughts were a blur, a mix of anticipation and desire, but she couldn't help herself from letting out a soft sigh as his hands traced the curve of her waist. "Yunho…" she whispered, her voice barely audible, the weight of his name on her lips more intimate than anything else.
What she didn't dare let him know was how new this all was to her, how every touch, every closeness, every shift of his breath sent her heart stumbling. She tried to steady herself, tried to keep the uncertainty tucked away behind the warmth of her response. She started to move closer, hoping her confidence looked real, hoping he couldn't hear the unsteady rhythm of her heartbeat.
But Yunho knew. He drew back just a little, enough to catch her eyes, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from her cheek with gentle care. His smile was tender, softening the intensity simmering behind his gaze.
He pulled back slightly, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face as he gazed at her. His smile was tender, but the heat in his eyes hadn't wavered. "Shh," he said softly. "You're perfect just like this."
Yunho's kiss deepened once more and Bella melted into him, the world around them slipping away as his touch became more purposeful. His hands slid down her body with slow precision, taking in every curve, every inch of skin like he was mapping her, savouring the way she responded to him. Each touch, each movement felt like a promise, a thread pulling them closer.
Her breath hitched, not from fear this time but from the safety she felt in his voice.
His thumb brushed her cheekbone, slow and reassuring.
"Hey," he added quietly, leaning his forehead to hers. "We're in this together. You don't have to know everything. We will discover together. It's my first time too."
The words settled deep inside her, easing the tight knot of nerves she'd been trying to hide. She exhaled shakily, and when Yunho kissed her again, it was gentle, patient like he was giving her space to feel everything at her own pace.
Her breath was shallow as she reached for him, her hands wandering across his chest, tracing the hard lines of his muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt. His body was warm against hers and as she pulled him closer, she could feel the heat of him, the raw intensity of his presence. Her pulse quickened with each passing moment and she could hear the thrum of it in her ears, loud and insistent.
Yunho lifted his head slightly, eyes meeting hers. His gaze was deep, intense and searching, yet somehow deliberately slow. "You're so beautiful, Bella," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "And you make it so hard to be patient."
His fingers found the hem of her blouse, hesitating for a breath before slipping beneath the fabric. The soft rustle of cloth filled the quiet room as he eased it from her shoulders with each movement slow, deliberate, like he was unwrapping something precious. His touch lingered, tracing the line of her collarbone before the fabric gave way completely, falling from her skin with a whisper, pooling like silk water between them.
Bella's chest tightened at his words, something raw flickering deep within her. She'd never been the type to wear her emotions on her sleeve but with him, it felt impossible to hide. The way he looked at her, like she was everything, left her feeling vulnerable and exposed and yet, in that vulnerability, there was a strange strength.
"I don't know if I can be patient either," she whispered back, her voice barely a breath. "But I want to… I want to learn."
Yunho's smile was soft but there was a knowing look in his eyes. He was holding back, guiding her gently, giving her space to breathe, to feel without overwhelming her. "Patience is a part of it, Bella. Trusting each other, letting go without fear… that's the lesson."
His hands moved again, trailing up her sides and Bella shivered under his touch. There was no rush, no urgency in the way he touched her. It was as though he wanted to savour every second, to stretch the moment out until it felt infinite. It was both tender and thrilling, a slow burn that made her heart race even faster.
Her hands moved of their own accord, pushing his shirt off his shoulders, feeling the warmth of his skin as he leaned down to kiss her again, deeper this time, his tongue coaxing hers into a languid dance. His hands slid up her back, pushing her into him and Bella felt the heat of their bodies together, the friction of skin against skin sending a wave of electricity through her.
When he pulled back, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her pulse spike. "You're sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, like a question, a promise.
Bella's heart pounded in her chest as she met his gaze, her breath coming faster. She had never been one to dive in without thinking but with Yunho, it was different. It wasn't just about the moment. It was about trust, about connection. And in this moment, there was nothing she wanted more than to trust him completely.
"I'm sure," she replied, her voice firm despite the flutter in her chest.
He smiled, and there was a quiet pride in his expression as if she had passed some unspoken test. Slowly, he guided her to lie back against the pillows, his hands gentle but sure as he positioned himself beside her, his body hovering over hers.
And then, with a final lingering kiss on her lips, he whispered, "Let me know if you want to stop now, otherwise, I won't be stopping from this point on."
Yunho tugged his T-shirt over his head in one quick motion, as if the fabric itself was too warm, too confining for the heat building between them. The sudden rush of movement made Bella's breath catch, not out of fear, but from the intensity in his eyes when he looked at her again.
The words echoed in her mind, settling somewhere deep inside her as he began, each touch, each movement an invitation to let go completely. Yunho slowly kissed each inch of her body as he moved downwards. She closed her eyes, surrendering herself to the moment, to him.
As he licked the smooth skin below her belly button, Bella grew worried and confused. "Yunho..? Where…. ARGH!" Bella flinched as Yunho kissed her inner thighs, twirling lazy circles on her skin as she grew embarrassed by the sudden invasion.
"Do you trust me? My sweet, sweet Bella." Yunho asked again, savouring the taste of her skin as he nibbled her soft inner thighs.