Page 63 of Pomegranates and Olive

A cry escapes from me as he abandons my nipples and moves down my body, raining kisses across my belly, to my left hip where he sucks hard on my skin leaving a mark. "Do you want me to stop?"

My reply was more certain this time. "No."

"Good." He pulls down my lacy briefs, deliberately slowly like he’s opening a present, before rubbing his stubble against my inner thigh. He places his hands on my knees and parts them. I moan as he runs a finger over my silky folds.

My blue eyes meet his smoky greys; they’re burning with unmistakable desire. Deniz draws in a sharp breath, his husky voice seeping into my body like a shot of pure lust. "Nothing turns a man on more than seeing how wet his woman is, to see her dripping with desire for him. Your pussy is plump and so wet and ready for me to make love to you."

Listening to him talk like that sends bolts of electricity through my body. The smirk on his face is all I need to know that he’s enjoying every second of this as well.

I whimper as he lowers his mouth to my mound, flicking his tongue over my clit in feather-like strokes before slowly pushing it into my wet channel. I prop myself up on my elbows, so I can watch each torturously slow thrust of his tongue, deeper and deeper, building in momentum, and I then collapse back onto the cushions as I start to feel that familiar wave of pleasure form in my core. The build-up is amazing. My inner muscles clench and throb. All of me wants… no desperately craves… that release that has always alluded me. "Oh God, Yilmaz."

He pulls his face away from my pussy and gazes up at me, his face glistening from my juices. "The scent of your arousal is intoxicating… and when I taste you, I am tasting the sweetest honey. Nectar of a goddess."

I undulate my hips, desperate for him to tongue me again, but he plunges two fingers into my heat instead while rubbing my clit with his thumb. "You need to pay very close attention to what I'm about to say."

With his fingers slowly stroking me he could recite the alphabet backwards for all I cared. "Uh-huh."

"I want to be very clear about my intentions with you. I want you. I want to be inside you. Everywhere. I want to take you, everywhere… in your mouth and your pussy and your ass. And you will let me. You will beg me to make love to you."

He pushes his fingers back and forth, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing. Deeper and deeper until my entire body clenchs. And then his mouth is back on my clit sucking it hard until my nerve endings tingle. Something heavenly is building inside me. Something new. Something burning hot that needs to be released. He lifts his head up and stares at me, his steely eyes burning. "Do we understand each other?"

I’m past the point of knowing what he’s saying. I moan in reply. I just want his mouth back on me, licking me, probing me, and doing whatever the hell he wants to me.

"Answer me."

"Yes, Yilmaz. Yes!"

Suddenly there’s a knock at the door downstairs. A voice shouts in Turkish and Deniz tenses abruptly, his face darkening.

And then the feeling is over. Deniz’s fingers are no longer inside me, no longer taking me to the edge of heaven. Instead, he’s on his feet, gazing down at my nakedness like I’m an inconvenience to him. "Grab your stuff, we've gotta go."

My sexual frustration has reached a critical point. I'm pretty sure that if I don't have an orgasm soon my vagina is going to self-implode. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Don't argue with me."

"Don't tell me what to do." I huff and spread my legs wide, my fingers slowly travelling down to mymicio. "You promised to fuck me. I want you to fuck me!"

A chuckle escapes from his lips which he turns into a groan as he watches my fingers slip between my folds in the hope that he will return to what he clearly is very masterful at. "Please get up, Liv!"

In the blink of an eye I've gone from being brought to the brink of what might have been my very first orgasm to feeling quite ridiculous as I lay naked, my legs wide open, begging to be screwed by a man that I don't even particularly like.

"Wait a minute." I gasp. "You just called me Liv."

"It's your name."

"I know but... that's the first time you've called me by my name."

"Fine, Russo." He pulls me up onto my feet and slaps my bare ass. "Now get dressed. We really need to go."

I dress and stomp outside where Deniz is waiting by the motorcycle. He doesn't look at me as I climb on behind him. "Ready?"

I don't answer him and shrug as we take off towards Ginny's house. When we arrive, I climb off and wait for him to switch off the bike, but he stares straight ahead, revving up the engine. "You're not coming in?"

"Probably not the best idea."

"Why?"

He revs the motor in reply.

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