14. And boy I love that Mind of His
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AND BOY I LOVE THAT MIND OF HIS
As soon as could escape we return to our room and Deniz’s lips find mine. A soft gasp escapes my lips, and I feel a rush of heat spreading through every inch of my body. It’s a familiar sensation, yet it never fails to make my heart skip a beat. I melt into the kiss, savouring the taste of his love and the tenderness of his touch. His arms wrap around me, holding me close, as if he never wants to let me go.
“Get undressed,” he orders as he nuzzles my neck. “But leave those ‘fuck me’ boots on, they are driving me wild.”
Deniz watches as I slip the woollen dress over my head before I unclasp my bra and let it fall to the ground. “Fuck yes, you look sexy.”
With a grin, he hooks his fingers around the edge of my panties, sliding them down my legs with tantalising slowness. I step out of them, feeling that familiar surge of anticipation building within me.
His hands tighten around my hips, guiding his descent as his lips blaze a trail along my skin. With each touch, heat spreads through every inch of my body.
“I’m going to have my dessert now.” Deniz lowers me down to the bed. My breath catches as he spreads my legs, kneels before me and lifts my hips. “Ripe and wet and pink.”
I let out a blissful sigh as my pussy throbs.
He inhales deeply, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of my skin until he latches onto my culo . His teasing is a slow, deliberate form of torture, each provocative touch and whispered word makes me lose my mind. “You taste like heaven.”
My hips undulate against his mouth, wanting more. “Please, Yilmaz. I need you inside me.”
He finally gives me what I need, slipping two fingers through my folds, curling and twisting and caressing my G-spot in ways that make me gasp for breath, pushing me closer to the edge with every deliberate movement.
I grab the comforter and arch my back as he tugs on my culo, while fucking me with his fingers. He finds a rhythm, his lips sealing around me with just the right pressure, teasing and tasting, sending waves of heat rolling through my body. It’s a slow, intoxicating dance, building a delicious tension that coils tighter with every flick and swirl, until I’m on the edge, teetering, ready to fall into the bliss he’s so expertly creating.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“Well, I need to hear you scream.”
He continues to suck and lick, his tongue moving in tandem with the rhythm of his fingers, each touch sending electric jolts through my body. The world around me blurs, and it’s like the very ground beneath us starts to tremble, responding to the intensity of what he’s doing to me. The pressure is building, rising like a wave ready to crash, and as his pace quickens, the earth itself seems to pulse in time with the wild beating of my heart. “Fuckkk,”
That’s all I manage to say, but it’s all Deniz needs.
As soon as the word leave my lips, he’s inside me, our bodies merging in an urgent, overwhelming need. Each movement is a forceful, deliberate plunge, driving deep inside me. I curl my legs up and around him, resting my calves on his ass as he sets a relentless rhythm, his hips colliding with mine in a steady, rhythmic intensity, each motion pushing me closer to the edge. Then, with a final, shuddering drive, my orgasm erupts from within, cascading through me in waves, overwhelmed by the sheer power of my release.
Magnificent.
Earth-shattering.
Deniz Yilmaz.