When Hevva was nothing but a puddle of spent desire Ehmet pushed himself up, supporting his body with one arm as he dropped a kiss to her breasts, her neck, and then her mouth. Her flavor was on him, sweet and salty.
“I want to taste you,” she murmured.
His responding groan was low, sending a new wave of shivers to her core, winding her up again in ways she hadn’t even thought possible.
“Will you take me in your mouth?”
She nodded, hair sliding against the pillows.
In a flurry of movement, he was up over the top of her, straddling her chest with his heavy shaft swaying above her face. Hevva couldn’t help but smirk at Ehmet as she pulsed from the sight of him.
With one hand she cupped his balls, and with the other, she fisted hislength and pulled it down toward her. Her tongue shot out, tracing a circle around the underside of his tip. He shuddered against her with a low moan that increased her confidence tenfold.
Hevva popped him into her mouth, exploring the ridge that ran the length of him and the textured underside of his broad head. Another bead of release salted her tongue, and she mumbled a “thank you for the sample,” which set his balls tightening.
“Gods, Hevva. I will not last,” Ehmet bit out as he began to pump into her mouth. She accepted the length of him, allowing him to press his enormous manhood deep into her throat. Hevva hummed through the reflex until it passed, then she squeezed his sack and grabbed onto his arse as she took him in again and again. He wasmuchlarger than her former lover Gamil, and any irrelevant men in the interim. She’d certainly never donethiswith any of them, but Berim— Ehmet made it enjoyable.
He tightened up beneath her, movements growing jerky as his need rose to unfathomable heights. “Please?” he begged, his huge palms pressed against the wall above her as he thrust into her mouth.
She pushed him out long enough to earn a questioning look.
“Come now, Ehmet,” she intoned, before pulling him back in, and bringing him to release.
He saturated her tongue with threads of hot stickiness as he throbbed beneath her touch.
When at last his movements stilled, she gave him another long lick from base to tip. Then she shoved him off her.
Ehmet landed on his bum on the bed, and Hevva pushed up to sit, giggling at the confused look on his face. When his mind flared up again, he growled and lunged, tackling her in a tangle of kisses and wandering hands.
They lay there for a long while, in that unused guest room, waiting for their heartbeats to slow and their thoughts to become coherent again. The candles around them flickered wildly.
“When did that happen?” She pointed at the flames.
He chuckled, pressing a trail of kisses down her neck before he answered, “Quite a while ago. If I’m not focused and in control, the illusionwill dissipate.”
“I made you lose focus?”
“More than once.”
She smiled into his kiss.
Eventually, they pulled themselves from the rumpled bed and set about locating clothes to get dressed.
“Hevva.”
She snapped her head to look at him, caught off guard by the seriousness in his tone.
“Ehmet?” She approached.
He took both of her hands in his and stared into her eyes for a long moment. “Marry me, Hevva?”
She dropped her chin as her brows rose. “What?”
“Marry me?”
Her limbs turned to ice as she stood there, blinking.
“Hev—”
