2. Lather, Rinse… and try not to slip!
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LATHER, RINSE… AND TRY NOT TO SLIP!
The four of us lay in bed together for a few minutes of family togetherness before Aydin scoops up Ayda and playfully shoos Emine back to her room. “Come on, let’s go get you dressed, and give Ginger a little peace and quiet to get ready.”
Emine groans, dragging her feet towards the door.
“Move it, ask?m , or there’ll be no presents for you.”
Emine snorts, giving him a sly grin. “Sure, Baba. I already know you bought me a present. Ginny told me.”
Aydin shoots me a surprised look. “She did?”
I shrug, grinning back. “Emmy can be really persuasive.”
Aydin chuckles as he follows his daughter back to her room. “Yes, I know!”
With the kids occupied, I make a beeline for the shower, relishing the thought of a few moments of peace. I close my eyes, letting out a deep sigh as the steam begins to fill the room. The shower is my refuge—a brief escape from the whirlwind of parenthood, giving me a few precious moments to gather my thoughts and brace myself for the day ahead.
Just as I’m beginning to relax, the bathroom door creaks open, and I hear the unmistakable sound of Aydin’s footsteps. A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. Moments later, the glass door slides open, and Aydin steps in, naked and, more importantly, child-free.
I can’t help but take a moment to admire my beautiful husband. His broad shoulders still carry the strength that first drew me to him, but there’s a softness around his midsection now, a gentle reminder of our time together. A few strands of silver mix with the dark hair on his chest, and there are faint lines around his eyes, definitely a combination of lack of sleep, and the sheer joy of surviving another day with me and my family.
“Hey,” he murmurs, his voice low and tender. He steps closer, the water now running over both of us, and kisses me softly. It’s a gentle, lingering kiss that makes my toes curl and my heart flutter.
“Where’s Ayda?”
His hands trail down my back, sending shivers down my spine despite the warmth of the water. “She and Emmy are playing in Emmy’s room. I thought we could use some alone time.”
“Oh, really?” I tease, wrapping my arms around his neck. “What’s the occasion?”
“I just wanted to give you your Christmas present.”
I raise an eyebrow. “In the shower?”
Aydin chuckles, a deep, rich sound that reverberates through me. “Not exactly.” He reaches out to the small shelf where our shower essentials are kept. From behind a bottle of shampoo, he produces a small, neatly wrapped package. The wrapping is slightly damp, and I laugh softly, taking the package from him. “You hid my present in the shower?”
“I figured it was the one place that Emmy wouldn’t find it.”
I carefully unwrap the package, peeling away the wet paper to reveal a delicate velvet box. I open it slowly, my breath catching as I see what's inside. Nestled in the velvet is a necklace, a simple yet elegant piece with a small cluster of diamonds that shimmer softly, catching the faint glints of moisture in the steamy bathroom.
“It’s beautiful.”
He smiles, taking the necklace from the box and fastening it around my neck. His fingers brush against my skin, sending another wave of shivers through me. “Just like you.”
I wrap my arms around him, resting my head against his chest as the water continues to pour down around us. “Thank you,” I say softly. “This is the best Christmas present I could ask for.”
“I’ve got something else for you as well.”
“Oh?”
He kisses me again, his tongue slipping into my mouth, teasing and tasting. I moan lightly, well aware that I’m going to love this present even more. His hands glide over my body with the familiarity of someone who knows every inch of me. He grabs the loofah, and a playful smile spreads across his face as he begins to lather it up.
With deliberate slowness, he starts soaping my breasts, the rough texture of the loofah combined with the smoothness of the soap sending shivers through me. His touch is both gentle and firm, the kind of touch that makes me forget the world outside the steamy shower.
“Happy Christmas to me.”
Aydin’s hands continue their journey, soaping every inch of me with careful attention. His eyes are locked on mine, and I can’t help but moan softly in anticipation.
He drops the loofah, letting it fall to the shower floor with a soft splash. His hands return to my body, now free of any barriers. He cups my breasts, his thumbs tracing gentle circles around each of my nipples. The steam around us thickens, cocooning us in our own private world as he bends down and takes my nipple between his lips and sucks, my head falling back and a shuddering moan escaping me. He keeps suckling gently, as his fingers continue to trail down my stomach, finally reaching their destination. He pauses for a moment, his eyes never leaving mine, as if asking for permission. I nod slightly, my breath coming in shallow gasps.
Aydin’s fingers slip inside me, his thumb circling my nub, and I can barely breath. I close my eyes, losing myself in his fingers. He knows every inch of my body and bends his finger slightly finding my secret spot with ease. I jerk against him, thrusting hard, needing more. My hands glide over his chest, and the soft contours of his stomach, lingering for a moment before moving lower, finally finding their way to his cock. Wrapping my fingers around his length, I begin to stroke him slowly, savouring the feel of him in my hand.
“God, I need you, Green Eyes.”
With a swift, fluid motion, he lifts me slightly, pressing me against the cool tiles of the shower wall. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, positioning him at my entrance.
Aydin pauses, his lips brushing mine in a tender kiss, as he moves with a deliberate thrust, filling me completely. His hands grip my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh with just the right amount of pressure as he pumps in and out. I cling to him, the slippery heat of the shower making every movement more urgent, more intense. My fingers dig into his back, nails scratching lightly as I cling to him, not just for balance but because my body is coiled, ready to come.
With one final, deep thrust, the waves of ecstasy crash over me, each one more powerful than the last, lifting me higher and higher. The world fades away, leaving only the sensation of pure bliss and the feeling of Aydin deep inside me, anchoring me to this moment.
As our orgasm subsides, our bodies finally relax, and we both collapse against the shower wall, breathing heavily. Aydin’s legs buckle, and he almost drops me, both of us sliding down the shower wall in a fit of giggles. He manages to catch himself just in time, but we’re left in a tangled heap, laughing uncontrollably.
“I’m not as young as I think I am.”
I groan softly as I stand, pulling Aydin up beside me. We both wobble slightly, nearly slipping on the wet tiles. “Me either.”
From next door, I hear Ayda’s happy squeal. “I think we’d better get moving.”
Aydin kisses me again, then chuckles. “And I’d better let you finally have your shower.”
I roll my eyes playfully. “Honestly I think I’d rather stay right here than deal with the drama out there.”
“Today is going to be perfect, Grinch, I promise.”
I shoo him out of the shower as I grab the shampoo. “Don’t make promises that you can’t keep.”