She let out a gasping sort of laugh as he captured her in a kiss once more.
“Do I rip it off?” he growled into her mouth.
“No. Not this one,” she replied with a frown against his skin. Ehmet’s heart thundered beneath her palm. “It’s too new.”
“Turn around then.” The command was punctuated with a peck, and he set to work deftly unfastening the tiny pearl buttons that ran the length of her back.
How Ehmet managed the task with those large fingers of his, she wasn’t certain. Perhaps it was Berim, and he had smaller hands. She couldn’t say she’d noticed any difference though. In no time, he was peelingaway the silks from Hevva’s body, sliding the gossamer sleeves down her slender arms, and pushing the concoction off of her hips with aswish.
“This is much better than the first time.” He chuckled to himself as he reached out and rubbed her bottom through her thin silken shift, squeezing her with both of his big palms. “I couldn’t touch you then, only look.”
She yelped and turned around to face him. Hevva considered chastising Ehmet for teasing her about the incident in the solar, but got sidetracked by the pressing need to get that blasted shirt off his beautiful body. “I think I might have to agree. So,somuch better.”
She divested him of his top as he kicked off his shoes and turned his attention to her pert breasts. He tweaked first one nipple, then the other, before his hands found other activities, like sliding over the silk of her chemise and down around her hips. The action had her shivering in delight, and a wetness settled between her legs.
Ehmet captured her with a kiss as she ran her fingertips down the planes of his chest, and then, he was walking her backward.
When Hevva’s knees bumped the mattress, he urged her to sit with a tilt of his head and a firm kiss.
She obeyed.
“Pull up your dress.”
Deciding to follow his command, she tugged at the smooth fabric, working it up her thighs, higher and higher, until he could see her if he were to look. But his gaze remained locked on her face. Those shadowy forest eyes called to her, pulling her in. With palms pressed flat on the mattress, she began to rise, her lips seeking him once more.
“No, Hevva. Sit down.”
She sat.
His tongue darted out as he studied her body, roving, taking in every morsel of her. “Do you like when I tell you what to do?”
She nodded, eyes blown wide as her lips parted with a burst of air.
“Say it.” The command accompanied a widened stance.
“Yes.”
“Yes, who?”
She had to choose. Heat flooded her cheeks as her heart raced, headed for the hills. Shehadto choose. “Yes, Ehmet.”
He growled a response while tearing at the fastenings of his trousers, making her giddy with need. When his large shaft sprung free and he fisted it in his palm, she thought she might come without a single bit of friction. Then Ehmet began to work himself, and Hevva felt more evidence of her arousal seeping out between her legs.
He saw it too. “You’re so wet for me.”
She hummed her ascent, and looked up at him, silently begging him to do what he would to her. She needed him. Disastrously.
The way he kept pumping his hard length while staring at her, his eyes deep with desire, it was enough to make her scream.
She let out a squeal of frustration when he took another step away from her.What is this torture?
“Spread your legs for me,” he commanded.
She did.
With one fist still working his shaft, he reached down, and dipped the tip of his finger into her, tantalizingly trailing it up and down her lips. She wriggled her bottom on the bed, trying to push into him harder. But he would not have it. When he pulled away, the digit shimmered wet in the light of the candles. Boring into her eyes, he popped his finger into his mouth and sucked it clean.
“Please?” she whimpered.
