Taylor didn't have much time to think about Jung-Su leaving, all she could think about was when and where they would have sex next. One hit of him and she was addicted, he was her oxygen, her food, her sleep and her water. She was convinced that as long as he was in her, touching her in some capacity she could survive without all the other necessities of life.
Jung-Su could go for hours which made Taylor a firm believer in all the food in Korea aimed at men claiming to increase stamina. Before it had been utter bullshit but now she didn't doubt any of it! She couldn't pick her favourite position. She had always liked doggie style but for some reason it was her least favourite with him. Not because it didn't feel good because it certainly did but perhaps because she couldn't see him. She liked to see herself reflected back in his eyes, as if she was in him just as much as he was in her. She had never been a huge fan of missionary because the weight of her partner always made her feel like she was suffocating but with Jung-Su she dragged him down harder onto her.
After two days they had christened every surface of Taylor's apartment. The couch, the bathroom floor and shower, the kitchen counter and floor, her bedroom floor, bed, wall and armchair, they had even managed to get away with a quickie in the communal laundry room.
On their second night of their desperate marathon Jung-Su breathlessly asked Taylor to come back with him before driving home one last thrust sending them over the edge. He rolled off her and they both remained silent, Taylor deep in thought about the question and Jung-Su silently praying that she'd say yes. After 20 minutes Taylor rolled over to face him.
"Is that what you really want? Or is that something he wants," she said as she slid her hand down his abdomen
Jung-Su laughed as he grabbed her hand and held it between his, "I think it's safe to say the feeling is mutual," he said releasing her hand and wrapping his arms around her body pulling her close. "I already knew that I loved being with you without sex as I do believe yesterday was our first time..." He stopped and looked up thoughtfully. "Unless you got me drunk once and took advantage of me, but that doesn't seem like your style!"
Taylor laughed at this and tucked her head into his chest. "I never did but god did I want you to take advantage of me!"
"Would you consider it? Coming with me I mean. I know I'm asking a lot and you love your teaching job here and your family is here and all your frie..."
Taylor didn't let him finish. She found his lips with hers and drank in his questions, answering him the most intimate way she knew how. She could feel him smile and found him hardening again with her hand. Jung-Su rolled her onto her back, smiling into her lips. Taylor wrapped her legs around him and guided him into her greedy sex.
There was no rushed session, no desperation to their love making this time. Jung-Su was slow and steady as he kissed Taylors neck dragging his lips up to her chin and across her jaw line and up to her eyelids and eventually back down to her lips. They rode a slow wave together building to the peak and then crashing through the surface and holding each other in a way that only those who never want to let go do. When Jung-Su began to roll off Taylor she clung tighter with all her limbs urging him to stay put inside her. He looked at her and again brought his lips to hers tenderly kissing her. When they finally parted they fell asleep for hours.