Page 89 of Pomegranates and Olive

I open my mouth and our tongues swirl in a passionate dance. He breaks the kiss and trails his lips over my ear, pushing his tongue inside. I nearly come apart as he whispers endearments in my ear. "You're so beautiful, Russo. I want you. I want you so much. I've wanted you from the first moment that I saw you. Only you."

I let out a groan at his words. “Oh my God, me too. Even when I hated you, I wanted you.”

My hips move of their own accord, my body yearning for him to move lower to taste me, to fill me.

He puts his hand on my hip. "Patience,askim.It will be worth the wait, I promise.”

He chuckles in my ear, moving lower to my shoulders, raining kisses over them until he finally makes it down to my breasts. He moans as he clamps onto my nipple, sucking it hard as his fingers trail lower. He rubs a thumb over my soaking wetmicio. The movement sends a jolt of electricity through me, then he slips one, two, three fingers inside me. My walls stretch around his knuckles with each thrust.

Oh God!

“Yes, Yilmaz. Feels so good.”

“I want you to touch yourself,askim. Make yourself come.”

I let my fingers find their way to mymicioand I slowly trace circles around my clit. I close my eyes and let every thought fade away. It’s just Deniz… and me… and our fingers. I come closer to that mystical place as he thrusts his fingers in and out, slowly at first, then he moves them in time with my undulating hips.

“Yilmaz. Please.”

“Shhh,askim. I want to watch you come.”

With Deniz’s eyes on me, and his fingers in me, I begin to move faster, until I feel that wave that, up until now, has never moved past this point… not with Luca anyway.

This isn’t just physical, it’s emotional as well. Whatever it was that had been holding me back for all these years was now ready for me to burst free. It’s a feeling so overwhelming that I hear myself cry out. “Yes, yes, yes!”

It hits me hard and I see stars (literally and figuratively) as I buck against his hand. Tears fall down my face and I am overwhelmed by all the feelings that wash over me. Wave after wave of love, of desire and relief, and… OH. MY. GOD… I am completely lost in all the feelings. I keep my fingers on my clit, rubbing to in time with Deniz’s thrusts to keep the feeling going. And it keeps going… and going. I realize I’m holding my breath, and as I exhale, my very first orgasm slowly dies down.

“That was… it was…!”

“Just the beginning!”

“I’m going to need a minute.”

“You’re going to need an hour by the time I’m done.”

He reaches for me but I slap his hands away and roll out of his reach. “Patience,askim.It will be worth the wait, I promise.”

He chuckles as I use his own words against him. “Fine. You have my absolute permission to have your way with me.”

He settles himself against the cushions and I take a moment to admire all the nakedness. My eyes flick towards his cock. He’s big and he’s as hard as a rock. The words “size 15 ding-dong” flash before my eyes as I decide precisely how I'm going to handle it (no pun intended).

I slowly slide down his body, stopping at his chest to show some love to his nipples. My fingers trace the elaborate swirls of his tattoo on his pecs as I latch on, sucking his nipple before giving his other nipple the same attention. Once they’re both rock hard, I pinch them lightly. Deniz moans.

I continue down his body, stopping to admire his defined abs. My fingers run lightly over each muscle. They jump and flex as I explore. I skim my lips across his defined V-cut and past his hips, raining kisses on his athletic thighs before kissing my way to his erection. I pause at his balls, sucking each one into my mouth, tasting the musky sac. Deniz groans.

Moaning and groaning.

His cock is really straining now, surely desperate to be in the heat of my mouth. I hover above his tip, just for a moment, before I flick my tongue over his head, tasting the salty goodness.

I look up at his face. He’s watching me, his eyes burning with desire. "Fuck me with your mouth, Russo."

I lick up and down his shaft, then clamp my lips around his head and suck lightly before thrusting down. I take him as far as I can, which isn’t close to all the way. He’s just so big. I wrap my fist around his base and move it in time with my mouth.

Grazing my teeth down his length then back to the head before taking him again, I suck deeply, my eyes not leaving his. His eyes blaze as he surrenders to the sensation. I let him control the speed of his thrusts into my mouth, and he lifts himself off the cushion, pushing deeper with each thrust, telling me how fast and how hard he likes it, until his breathing becomes shallow. He pulls out and I watch as his cock jerks, desperately wanting to return to the heat of my mouth. "Are you ready to swallow my come?"

The Catholic school girl in me is shocked by his suggestion but I nod and dive back down on his cock, the idea of him coming in my mouth turns me on more than I can ever imagine. He wraps his hands in my hair, holding my head in place as I take him, sucking deeply as he thrusts into my mouth until, with a final moan, his whole body shudders as the rush of hot liquid gushes down my throat.

Lifting me up to his face, he clamps his mouth on mine, tasting himself before flipping me onto my stomach.”

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