“Shh.”
She shut her mouth.
Leaving her spread and bare to him, Ehmet dropped to his knees on the rug, no longer staring deeply into her eyes. Hevva could feel the burn of his gaze roving her body. Shoving her shift up over her hips, he lowered his head, and his agile tongue found her slick center.
Ehmet enveloped her with his hot mouth and began to suck as he rolled his tongue over her. She lifted into him, leaning back with her palms pressed into the mattress. Hevva nearly lay down but wanted to watch him. And, he hadn’t told her she could...yet.
Her breath hitched as she flew closer and closer to the sun. And assuddenly as he’d started, Ehmet backed off and blew a soft shiver of air where his tongue had been moments before.
“No,” she cried out. It earned her a low rumbling chuckle that pushed the heat she craved back against her pulsing center. “Please?”
“Please, what?” His lips brushed against her charged skin as he whispered the question.
“Please, Ehmet.”
He shook his head, nuzzling his nose against her in a way that had her bucking toward his face again. With a firm hand pressing her mound, he stilled her movements, and she whined.
“Please, Ehmet,what?”he spoke against her flesh.
“Please, Ehmet, make me come.”
And he did. His hot tongue flicked against her, teasing lightly before lapping her slowly and firmly. Hevva’s arms gave out, and she found herself flat on her back. He hooked her thighs up over his shoulders and continued to devour her, winding her up, making her desperate.
Then Ehmet pulled away.
She popped up on her elbows and pierced him with a silent stare that said, “What the fates do you think you’re doing?”
He blew another steady stream of air over her fiery need and looked up at her. His eyes were black pools of desire. “Stand up.”
She stood before him, knees ready to buckle from the thrill of it all.
“Take off your shift.”
Crossing her arms, she grabbed at her silks and pulled them up and over her head. At the point when she couldn’t see a thing, when her arms were tangled above her head, he surprised her by swirling one of her nipples with his hot tongue.
She shrieked with glee.
He did it again.
Hevva tore her chemise free and tossed it onto the floor. Her eyes dropped down the length of Ehmet, soaking him in. From his wide angular face, jaw shadowed with the day’s growth, down over his marble-sculpted abs to where his erection bobbed at her, a glistening drop of desire waiting atop the head. His trousers were gone. Her eyes sparked, and before hecould stop her, her finger darted out to swipe at his tip.
He moaned when she popped her flavored finger into her mouth to lick him off. Ehmet’s hand came up and grabbed her wrist. “I didn’t say you could do that,” he growled, tightening his hold, but not painfully so.
She gave him her most petulant glare.
“Get on the bed.”
Hevva scrambled backward, coming to rest with her head atop the pillows. Loose strands of her former updo sprawled across the silken pillowcases.
“Open.” Ehmet urged apart her closed knees and made himself comfortable between her legs once more. Then he flicked her center with his tongue.
Again, she climbed back up that treacherous peak and stood wavering on the edge. Hevva tipped her hips up, pressing herself against him everywhere, seeking more pressure. His tongue laved against her soft skin, hands coming beneath her to raise her arse off the bed. Then he stopped.
She screamed out in frustration as he blew another torturous stream of cool air against her hot need. But it did not last, and he dipped to meet her center again.
“Come for me,” he spoke against her.
She obeyed.
