Page 48 of My Turkish Fling
The words left my mouth hanging, and he kissed me, slowly and deliberately. Whatever I’d had in mind, it wasn’t this. I’d thought I could drive him over the edge, tease him until he snapped and fucked me against the wall, giving us both a moment of release, finally. But this man was after my heart, like he was preparing to not just have sex but… make love? Seriously? That hot cold feeling intensified, filling my chest. What did he mean he was ready? How was he going to keep me?
But as the kiss deepened, his tongue sweeping in to meet mine, I forgot my questions. And when his hand trailed down my belly, I forgot all the rest. He kissed my lips, then my ear and neck as that hand travelled further south. Brushing over my hip bone, he retreated, then made his way down again. My legs trembled from anticipation, and I fought the urge to push his fingers where I craved them. I knew he was teasing me, and it was working. I’d never been hungrier for more.
Lowering to snatch my nipple between his lips, he finally stroked across my pubic bone. Stars burst behind my eyelids, and I felt the surge of hot liquid inside me, rushing down to my core. A pulse of pleasure built up between my thighs, so sweet and perfect it pushed away everything else, not leaving behind a single intelligent thought. His fingers had finally arrived, teasing me lightly over the fabric. Diving between my pajama bottoms and panties, he drew circles through the soaked cotton, his touch as light as a gust of breath, and I arched my back, moaning from frustration.
“You like that?” I heard the smile in his voice, or maybe Iimagined it.
“Yes,” I gasped, moving in sync with his hand like we were dancing, enjoying the way my body responded to everything he did. “Don’t stop.”
As I pushed against his hand, he drew back, but only so much, gradually increasing the pressure as my hips moved up to beg for more. The fingers kept moving, slowly and deliberately, like he could go on forever. Somehow, I believed he could, and the thought relaxed me further, my head sinking deeper into the pillow, my body surrendering, cell by cell. I was finally leaving my head, entering the sweet oblivion. Without the rush. Without the expectations.
It was just me and him, and the night. And I was safe.
Emir rose to my eye level, kissing my cheek.
“You’re perfect, Janie. So perfect.”
My heart squeezed, sending dangerous signals all over my body. He wasn’t only turning me on and taking me over the edge. He was disarming me. There was no turning back. I’d crossed that bridge some time ago, and now I’d follow this path to its very end.
Emir leaned on his elbow, his eyes roaming my bare breasts, dark and glassy, unhurried. “In my fantasies, you were always naked,” he murmured. “But you look even better than I imagined. So sexy.”
Holding my gaze, he slipped his hand inside my panties, finally his skin on my skin, gasping as he discovered the pool of slick and wet that had already formed. His relentless teasing had transformed me. If my usual aroused state resembled a landscape of dewy grass, this was the wetlands. “Oh, Janie.”
He tugged the waistband a little lower, then over my buttocks.“This sweet ass…,” he panted into my ear. “Let me see you.”
Pulling my pajama bottoms and underwear down to my knees, then completely off, he lowered between my thighs, landing his tongue between my swollen folds. My pulse throbbed like a heavy drumbeat, drowning all other sounds. He pulled back, teasing and teasing, until I trembled all over. That light touch was so much better than any grinding I’d felt in the past, so careful and precise. Emir didn’t do anything sloppy, and I’d never appreciated it more.
I’d started this. I needed this. But how would I ever survive this? His thumb sunk inside me, and his tongue pressed once again on the nerve endings ruling my body. I felt the unstoppable force of orgasm gathering momentum. I cried out, tilting my pelvis at his face and grasping the crumpled sheets as involuntary dance moves took over. A wave after wave shook me, flooding my body with such intense pleasure I feared nothing would ever compare.
I took deep breaths, opening my eyes for a moment to confirm that yes, the ceiling was indeed spinning. As the pulsating settled into a breathable rhythm, I reached for him. Where was Emir? My hand landed on his arm, and I turned to face him, laying side by side just like we’d been earlier, eyeballing each other with nervous energy. Now, my eyelids dipped, and a dazed smile hung on my lips, every part of me relaxed, yet so alive.
“I lost touch with reality.”
It was an experience I’d cherish for the rest of my life. Dating was awkward. Everything was hard work. But these moments with Emir were easy and light.
I pushed him onto his back and stroked him, then took him intomy mouth, enjoying the momentary power shift. Emir was mine, and I’d make him come. I’d highjacked his bed. It was only fair. Except as I touched him, the need between my thighs bloomed again, hollow and demanding.
“I want you inside me,” I whispered.
He pulled me up to his chest and rolled me over.
I couldn’t even fight back for show as he pinned my wrists against the mattress and lay half of his weight on me, nuzzling his rock-hard erection between my legs. It slid along slick skin and the pulse of pleasure traveled up my spine felt like a heatwave. He moved against me, holding my gaze, and a wobbly moan rose from my mouth. Oh, God. I could come again right here.
His eyes darkened. “I don’t have a condom.”
I blinked, feeling stupid. It had been so long since I’d slept with anyone that I’d evidently lost my sex license.
“No, wait! There might be one in the drawer.” I pointed to my left and Emir reached for the nightstand.
Before he’d moved out, Shaun had moved into this room, taking the nightstand with him. I’d never thought I’d be grateful for anything he did, but here we were.
“Phew,” he said, pulling out a strip of condoms. “I was prepared to run through the house naked.”
“No, you weren’t!” Laugh bubbled in my chest.
“Anything for you Janie. Even my dignity.”
I stroked him and the smile turned into a hungry look.
