“I guess you’ll have to use your mouth.”
“And you yours.” He bent his face to kiss her on the corner of her lips.
Snaking her fingers through his thick hair, Hevva tugged him to her. She angled his head to her liking and gave him a searing kiss that put to bed all those weeks and weeks of confused longing and heartache.
Nose to nose, they gazed into each other’s eyes.
“I love you,” they murmured at the same time, before bursting into giddy laughter.
Giggling into each other’s mouths, they tangled again, rolling across the bed until Hevva wound up on top. She pushed her palm against Ehmet’s chest as she straddled him with her knees pressed into the mattress on either side of his hips. Lifted up as she was, he had perfect access to her center. He swiped her from back to front with the tip of his finger. Then, as though he couldn’t help it, with the entire palm of his hand. She mewed. He drew back, studying her.
She put her weight down, pressing her center against his length, and Ehmet let out a feral growl.
Hevva rocked her body, the friction eliciting a cry of ecstasy. Spears of pleasure pierced her, emanating out from her most sensitive spot and twisting through her every fiber. Angling her hips, she ground against him in slow gyrating circles.
“Stop that,” he commanded. “I will finish before we’ve even begun.”
She threw her head back and laughed, rocking against him again.
In response, he engulfed her waist with his free hand. Letting loose a guttural groan laced with desire, Ehmet swiftly rolled her onto her back.
Over top again, he gazed down into her eyes. All vestiges of green had vanished from his own as deep desire consumed his irises. “Please?” He cocked his head in question as the tip of his erection pressed against her swollen sex.
Hevva nodded at her husband before tugging him down for a kiss. “I am so happy that we saved this for now.”
“Have you done this before?”
She dipped her chin.
He growled.
“It wasn’t all that good.” Sir Gamil had nothing on Ehmet. She hadn’teven loved him, not really. “What about you?”
He nodded and she grumbled in response. “It wasn’t good, either.” He laughed.
“Let’s never speak ofthatagain.”
“Agreed.” He captured her mouth with his own as his straining erection nudged against her, seeking home.
“Please,” she whimpered, wiggling each time his hot flesh teased her sensitive nerves. With her free hand she groped him, kneading his chest before sliding around to grip his arse. “Please? Ineedyou.”
He lowered himself atop her, using his knees and the forearm that was bound to her to keep some of his weight off as he fisted his length and guided himself to Hevva’s entrance. Ehmet pushed in the tiniest bit, before pulling away again.
“No!”
He chuckled and pressed the broad head of his shaft against her, slicking it up through her wetness to apply pressure to her clitoris.
“Please, Ehmet?” She writhed against him, begging for more.
“Hevva.” He bent, breathing her name into her mouth as his length found her entrance again, and he pushed his tip into her sopping core.
“Ehmet,” she gasped against him as she accepted his girth. She was grateful, so very grateful he paused for a moment for her to expand to accommodate him. She’d done this before, yes, but it was a very long time ago. Plus, Gamil hadnothingon Ehmet. Her newly relaxed muscles remembered what was happening, tensing around him as she pulsed, needy.
He moaned, tightening his grasp on their interwoven hands. “Ready?” Ehmet murmured against her lips as his body shuddered from restraint.
With their entwined hands taut above her head, she did all that she could think of in the moment and clawed at his bottom, yanking him into her in one fell swoop. He groaned as she cried out, her pulsing walls contracting wildly around his length.
“Hevva,” he ground out again. Then he was moving, pressure and strength thrusting in and out of her slowly, deliberately, languidly.
