Wake up and spend the day together

You wake up the next morning to see Sunny propped up on one arm and looking down at you lovingly. "Morning, my love,” she says, shifting her shoulder so the bedspread falls down to her midriff and exposes her full, pouting breasts.

"Morning," you reply. She leans down to kiss you, and you put your hands on her waist. Her skin is soft and warm to the touch, even more exquisite than you remember. Her lips are gentle and sweet as honey. She tastes of wine and stale cigarettes, an odd combination that somehow works perfectly together. Her tongue softly probes yours as it dances along its ridges and contours. The subtle creases of her torso feel like paradise under your eager hands.

"Hey, John," Sunny says, "Before you get too into this..." she giggles. “I need you to do something for me."

"Yeah, what is it? You know I'd do anything for you."

She gently pushes you away and sits up to lean against the headboard. "I'm kind of sore from yesterday... could we just spend time together today?"

You smile as her request, then nod. "Yeah, of course. We can do that. Sorry if I was too..."

"Thanks, baby," she smiles. "I'm going to have a shower, if you don't mind. And don't worry, last night was... phenomenal. I just need some time to, uh, recover." She giggles. "I bet you're kind of sore too."

"A little," you admit.

"Well, don't worry about it. We can just spend some quiet time together today... and we can go at your own pace."

Sunny heads off to shower and you like back in bed. You love this girl more than words can say. Sure, you've only been together for a week, but you can honestly say you've never loved anyone like this before.

Your balls are kind of sore from the amount of times Sunny milked you yesterday, so you resolve to take it easy today. You decide that when she's done in the bathroom you'll have a shower then take her out for breakfast. You also decide that if she wants to spend a day in then you'll stay in with her and see what happens.

You hear the shower turn off, and a few minutes later she comes walking out in a bathrobe. She smiles at you contentedly. "I'm just going to go put on some clean clothes," she says. "I'll be back soon, John." With that, she enters her walk-in wardrobe and shuts the door.

You head into the bathroom and take a quick shower. After you're done, you walk into the bedroom and find that Sunny is nowhere to be seen. You call out to her, but there is no response.

You walk out into the kitchen and still no sign of her.

"Sunny?" you call out.

No answer.

You check the balcony and find her sitting in one of her old wicker chairs, smoking a cigarette and texting on her phone.

"Hey there," you say.

"Hey, John," she replies, not looking up from her phone. "Sorry, I didn't hear you."

"That's fine," you tell her. "Are you okay?"

She looks at you and smiles. "I can't stop thinking about last night. It was just... I've never had an experience like that before. You're amazing."

You blush and smile.

"I was worried," you admit. "I thought you'd left, or that I'd done something wrong."

"No, no!" she says, quickly standing and putting her phone down. "I just came out here to reflect a bit and... well, come down a bit. I guess I'm still a bit dizzy from... you know."

"From?"

"You fucking my brains out," she giggles.

"That was the goal," you joke.

"It was?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. "I thought the goal was to make me feel good?"

"I mean, that too."

"Baby, I feel so incredibly good right now, even if walking hurts a bit. Last night was... I just can't find the words. It was perfect."

You walk over and hug her.

"Sunny..." you say, before being interrupted by your phone.

"Ignore it," she smiles, putting her arms around your neck. "Kiss me."

You lean in and kiss her, but the phone keeps ringing.

You pull it out of your pocket and throw it off the balcony.

"I'll get a new one," you say, to her shocked expression, "Why don't we go out for breakfast?"

"You dork. I'd love that," she smiles.

You both change into fancier clothes, then head out to find some breakfast.

"You realise," says Sunny, as you leave the apartment. "We don't actually have to go anywhere. We can just order delivery."

"What kind of cheap date do you take me for?" you ask, pretending to be offended.

"I dunno," she smiles. "You tell me."

"Shut up," you reply, smiling.

"Oh, I'd love to, John," she says, running her hand over your chest.

You look at her and smile. "We both need rest," you remind her. "Especially you."

"Oh, I'll be getting a whole lot of that for what I want to do later," she says, winking.

You step out onto the street. "So, where are we going?" she asks.

"There's a great little kimbap place a few blocks away," you reply.

The two of you walk together, chatting and smiling.

After a leisurely breakfast, you walk hand in hand along the banks of the Han, chatting idly and enjoying each other's company. The day passes like this, with you doing a few touristy things and taking it easy. You enjoy a light pasta lunch and then a hearty seollungtang for dinner, getting to know each other the whole day.

Eventually, you find yourself sat in Sunny's apartment again, the evening sunlight streaming through the windows.

"I just want to spend every minute with you," she admits, leaning against you.

There's definitely something here. Something good. You just wish you could be this happy forever...

And then you realise there's no reason you can't be.

"Sunny... Can I tell you a secret?" you ask.

"Of course," she smiles.

You lean in and kiss her, taking her hand in yours.

"I utterly adore you," you sigh into her neck.

She looks at you, her eyes widening.

"What was that?" she asks.

"You heard."

"No, I mean..." she starts, before stopping, "Do you mean it? You really feel that way? After a week?"

"I can't explain it. I just... when I'm with you, I feel so happy. I don't want that to end. I never want that to end. I want us to be together forever, and I know that's a lot to say after a week, but..."

"I feel the same way," she admits, tears in her eyes, "John... to me you are a..." she smiles slyly, "A physical necessity."

You laugh. “1984 reference, nice. I feel the same. So, now what?"

She smiles.

"Hold me," she says. "Don't let go."

"Never."

You hold her tight, her firm breasts pressing against your chest, her heart beating against yours.

"Hey, John?" she says.

"Sunny?"

"What are you doing for the next... oh, six hours?"

You laugh.

"I think you know."

"Is it me?" She asks flirtatiously, pouting at you.