25. Nina #2
“Partially, yes, but it’s also part of my culture to help out. It took me too long to implement boundaries with everyone asking for more. But over the years, the pressure somehow morphed into me being terrified to fail since so many people were relying on me.”
“And that fear never stopped, did it?”
He glances at me. “I don’t know. When I’m with you, I feel like I’m the person I used to be before work and providing for my family became my entire focus.”
A gentle breeze ruffles his dark hair,and he’s staring at me like I’m the only thing holding his world together. His chest rises and falls with everything he doesn’t say, all of it reflected in the weight of his gaze.
There’s a raw intensity to him, like we’re standing on the edge of something, one breath away from free fall.
My heart pounds in my chest as realization hits like a soft, inevitable wave.
When I’m around him, it’s like the weight I carry slips away the second he’s near me.
He makes me happy, in the kind of way that sneaks up on you slowly, until you can’t remember what life felt like without it.
I love him.
I’ve been falling in love with him for a long time, during every interaction we’ve had, piece by piece.
It’s the way he looks at me,like I’m the only person in the world.
The way he supports my dreams and encourages me to be myself.
The way he always shows up,no matter what.
I’ve never had that, and I never expected to find that kind of love with him.
And for the first time, I’m not afraid to admit that.
I turn to face him fully. The sunlight bathes his face in a soft glow,highlighting the strong lines of his jaw and the gentle curve of his lips.
“I…” I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry. Taking a deep breath, I say, “I…”
“I love you, Nina Martin. ”
I laugh and swat at his arm. “And I love you too, Evren Kaya, even if you just took away my grand moment.”
He chuckles and then claims my mouth like a promise he’s been aching to make. His hands wind into my hair and he deepens the kiss, our tongues dancing in a rhythm only we know. I lift up onto my tippy-toes, needing more contact between us. It’s not enough, not nearly enough.
“I need you,” I say.
“Me, too.” He lifts me into his arms, my legs going around his waist. “We need to take this inside to avoid any prying eyes.”
He somehow manages to walk us into the house only for the housekeeper to say something in Turkish. Evren responds, walks us back outside, and gives me a pained look.
“She still needs a few more minutes,” he says.
I groan.
“Need to cool off?” he asks smugly.
Still wrapped around him, his gaze shifts to the pool and back to me. Something mischievous and playful enters his eyes.
“Don’t you dare,” I warn.
His grin widens and then he runs, literally runs, and jumps into the pool with me.
There’s a heartbeat of weightlessness, like the air itself is holding us, and then the shock of water surrounds me—cool, crashing, and chaotic.
He lifts me above the surface in the next instant, still holding on to me tightly.
“If you wanted to see me wet,” I sputter, “all you had to do was ask.”
“Or.” His smirk is filthy as he runs a finger over my soaking slit. “Maybe I should’ve just checked instead.”
I grip his shoulders and grind over his finger, looking for any kind of relief to this need burning through me.
“Don’t tease,” I say, snaking my hand into his bathing suit and gripping his dick. “I need you.”
“Fuck,” he says, laying his head on my shoulder. “I didn’t think this through.”
I huff out a laugh and then swallow a moan as he slips a finger into me.
“I’ll never get tired of seeing the ecstasy on your face while my fingers are buried deep inside you.” He adds a second finger and pumps them in and out a few times. “That’s my good girl, taking my fingers so well while anyone could see us. Can you take another?”
My breath stutters out of me, and I nod. He adds a third and says, “Should I carry you through the house with my fingers buried inside you?”
“Yes, and you’re not allowed to remove them until your dick replaces them.”
He chuckles and sucks on my neck. “Now that, I can do.” He fiddles with his swim trunks and then says, “I can’t wait any longer. I don’t care if the housekeeper is steps away, I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name. ”
He pulls my hips over his hard dick and presses my back into the side wall. He removes his fingers from me and nudges my entrance, rubbing his dick up and down my slit before teasing me, entering me slowly. He captures my moan of pleasure with a kiss.
Holy shit, has anything ever felt this good?
He slowly pulls out and then gradually enters me, as if we have all the time in the world.
As if the housekeeper isn’t inside and could see us, or anyone else for that matter.
It’s so fucking hot that he doesn’t care anymore, that he’s so lost in his need for me that he can’t wait a single second longer.
And I’m right there with him.
His gaze is on me the entire time, and it’s intense, intimate, to stare at someone while they’re moving inside me.
I normally avoid eye contact during sex, but not with Evren.
I don’t mind that he sees me, all of me.
It’s scary to open myself up fully, but this entire time he’s always seen the real me, the person I try to hide from the world.
“Do you know,” he says, “how fucking sexy you are? I have no self-control when it comes to you.”
“Good,” I say, closing my eyes, equal parts enjoying and hating this slow pace.
“Eyes on me while I fuck you.”
I snap my eyes open and meet his gaze yet again. “Please,” I beg, pinching my nipples through my top. I’m so worked up, my body so overheated that I need to come.
“Ah, ah, ah.” He bats my hands away. “These perfect tits belong to me. ”
“But I need?—”
“Me,” he says, sliding a hand under my ass and gripping one of my tits in his hand and pulling down my top to suck on the other.
“Oh fuck,” I say, pushing my chest into him, chasing the pleasure coursing through me.
He snaps his hips faster. “Tell me who’s going to make you come. Say my name or I’ll stop.”
“Y-you…Evren.”
“Yes, and don’t forget it. You definitely deserve tocome for that.” His words combined with the way he slams into me almost roughly while rubbing my clit sends me straight into orgasmic bliss.
Spasming around his dick, I grind against him, wringing out every moment of pleasure that I can. Flushed and tingling, I squeeze my inner muscles, needing him to come. His eyes widen and I grin, reaching down to grab his ass. His pace stutters and becomes uneven before he groans out his release.
“How?” He places his forehead against mine. “How is it possible to feel this?” He places my hand over his heart, pounding as fast as my own. “Every single time.”
I place my other hand over his heart and say, “It’s because we’re meant to be.”
“I like the sound of that.”