Love. Regret.
Desire.
“When I saw it, I turned to you and kissed you,” she said. “Your arms came around me and the kiss turned passionate. I took your hand and led you here, to the bedroom.”
His eyes glittered. “And how did we come to be sitting here, like this?”
“I was so touched and excited by your romantic gesture...”—she stroked his cheek, overwhelmed by the gnawing desire to have been there that night for real—“that I was desperate to be naked in your arms, so I unzipped my dress. Slowly, so you could hear the sound of the zipper rasping.” She covered her breasts with her arm. “But I ensured I held it in place so it wouldn’t slip away.”
He smiled. “And why did you do that?”
“Because I wanted to tease you. I lowered it slowly, watching your eyes darken as I revealed more and more of my breasts.”
“And I watched, my breath held, longing to see your glorious body.”
She pressed her arm against her breasts enough to make them swell upward, then she slowly lowered it down... watching his gaze lock on her round mounds...anticipation glowing in his eyes.
He sucked in a deep breath as she exposed the tops of the aureoles, then continued downwards. When her nipples came into view, his eyes were like hot embers as they focused on the hard beads.
“Then I dropped it to the floor and stood before you, in only my tiny panties.”
“I had to hold myself back from sweeping you into my arms and onto the bed. I tossed my jacket and shirt aside, then unbuttoned my pants.”
“I took in the sight of your magnificent chest and longed to see what you hid beneath your pants. I didn’t want you to go too fast, so I took your hand and drew it away, then unfastened your belt and slid it slowly from the loops. After I tossed it aside, I pulled down the zipper, then let your pants fall to the floor.”
She ran her hand down his sculpted stomach. “I reached inside and...” She gasped and widened her eyes as she stroked his rising cock. “I couldn’t believe how big you are.” She wrapped her fingers firmly around him. “I’d never seen anyone so big before.” She leaned forward and nuzzled his neck. “I’d never felt a cock so big inside me before.”
She started to lower her face to his cock, but he tucked his fingers under her chin and guided her face upward again. His lips brushed hers.
“Not this time, my love.”
He tipped her back onto the bed, then cradled her face in his hands and kissed her. A passionate sweep of his tongue left her quivering for more as he drew back.
“It’s my turn.”
He kissed her inner thighs and the heat quivering through her at their verbal foreplay ignited into a searing flame.
He gazed up at her. “I’m going to show you how much I cherish you.”
His hands glided up and down her thighs, his thumbs stroking the tender flesh in small circles. His lips danced over her skin, moving closer to her intimate flesh. Anticipation fluttered through her.
When his lips brushed her folds, she gasped. “Oh, God, that feels so good.”
It wasn’t just the physical sensations. His deep desire for her glowed in his eyes, augmenting everything about this experience.
He covered her with his mouth, his tongue lapping at her petals, then...
Her fingers curled around his head, tangling in his thick, wavy hair as he pressed his tongue inside her. He surged into her several times, leaving her whimpering. Then he found her clit. His tongue glided over it, gently at first—swirling and caressing in light laps. Shivers of delight filled her with building need and she pulled him tighter to her.
His fingers glided through her slick folds, then slipped inside. He stroked her inner channel as he toyed with her clit. She arched, moaning at the exquisite pleasure. His fingers pumped and she squeezed them. Arched to his hand. Blissful sensations rising as his attentions drove her closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh, yes, Yasin.”
His dark gaze watched her, his mouth buried in her flesh, as she moved against him. He suckled her clit and she gasped, coherent thought fleeing.
His fingers moved insistently inside her, the pleasure building... building...
Until it exploded in an exhilarating blast of pure ecstasy.
She moaned, long and loud, riding the wave of sheer bliss.
When she finally collapsed against the bed, he prowled upward, his eyes twinkling and a satisfied smile on his face.
His mouth merged with hers and she opened to him, loving the feel of his tongue surging deep, then caressing hers. Her arms glided around his neck and she pulled him tighter.
Oh, God, how had she ever been able to walk away from him?
When he drew back, his brown eyes soft and filled with love, she stroked his cheek, needing to be closer to him.
She could feel his cock, thick and heavy on her belly.
“Yasin, make love to me.”
His eyes darkened.
“Your wish is my command, my love.”
Lily sighed as Yasin’s lips shifted from hers and glided downward, over her chin, then nuzzling her neck. Then he lifted his head and gazed at her breasts. The heat of it seared through her and her nipples puckered into tight buds. He laughed, then leaned in and took one in his mouth. She clung to his head, holding him tight to her. When he suckled, she sucked in a deep breath.
He moved his attention to her other breast, stroking it, then licking the tip. When he suckled that hard bud, she moaned softly, tingles rippling through every part of her.
His lips swooped down on her mouth again and her stomach flipped at the loving glow in his eyes.
Then she felt his hand move between their bodies, and he grasped his hard cock. His gaze held hers as he pressed the tip to her slickness.
“Is this what you want?” he asked as he stroked her sensitive flesh which his cockhead.
She gazed at him eagerly and stroked his face. “Yes, Yasin. Oh, please.”
He smiled, then pressed forward. His cockhead slipped deeper, pushing into her slick flesh as if finding its way home.
“I love the feel of you around me,” he murmured as he pushed deeper still, his gaze locked with hers. “So warm and velvety soft.”
His shaft pushed deep inside her, filling her. Stretching her wide.
“Do you like me inside you, my love?”
“Oh, yes, Yasin. So much.”
He laughed, a joyful sound, then surged all the way in.
She gasped, loving the feeling of being possessed by him. Fully. His cock so deep inside her... their bodies merged so tight... she felt that they were one.
They seemed to stay poised like that for an eternity. His thickness deep in her body. Her channel gripping him snugly.
Then he drew back. She clung to his broad shoulders, needing his support as her senses fluttered wildly.
Then he glided deep again.
“Oh, God, Yasin.” The words, barely audible, were filled with intense need.
He drew back and glided deep again. The sight of his smoldering eyes took her breath away.
“I love you, Yasin.” The words slipped out before she had time to filter them.
Immediately, his eyes darkened to almost black.
He drew back and filled her again... then again. Thrusting faster and faster until he was driving into her in rapid, strokes that kept her gasping for breath.
Her gaze locked on his dark, compelling one as he rode her in quick, short thrusts.
“Oh, God...”
His cock thrust deep and hard and she squeezed as he moved. He groaned, then she could feel him tense. As heat erupted from him, her whole world quivered, then burst in a shattering explosion of bliss. Ecstasy rippled through her and she clung to him, never wanting him to let her go.
Yasin watched Lily’s sleeping face in the moonlight shimmering through the window as she slept in his arms. She looked so peaceful. So happy.
So trusting.
Even after the hell she’d been put through here.
He lay like that for a long time, unable to find his own peace.
“Yasin?”
He gazed at her sleepy eyes and smiled, then brushed his lips against her temple.
“Go back to sleep,” he murmured.
She snuggled closer and he tightened his arms around her soft, warm body. She gazed at him, her eyes glowing, then her eyelids closed. Soon her breathing was deep and even again.
He stroked her hair, then held her head cupped to his chest.
She’d said she loved him, which had set his heart alight with joy. But it was a foreboding joy. One fraught with doubts.
He wanted to believe it. Desperately.
But she had been torn from her home and brought here against her will. Totally vulnerable. Finding herself with only him to rely on.
It could so easily be that she had misinterpreted that as love.
Yasin felt soft lips brush across his cheek, then flutter over his eyelids. Delicate hands cupped his face and he opened his eyes to see Lily gazing at him.
“Good morning,” she said, her lips turned up in a smile. “Did you sleep well?”
Her smile, as bright as the dazzling sunlight shining through the window, enchanted him.
“Not as well as you it seems.”
Her hand glided from his face to his chest... then lower...
“If you’d like to get some more sleep, I could amuse myself.”
Her fingers brushed over his cock and he began to harden immediately.
He laughed. “If you amuse yourself that way, I will definitely not be able to sleep.”
Her hand slipped away. “Of course. I understand.”
She rolled onto her back, and whether by design or accident, the sheet slipped lower on her chest, exposing her tightening nipples.