Unscripted love

18. Pleasure

Can

I have just slammed my bedroom door with my foot.

All the way from the upstairs terrace we kept this precious connection.

The looks that stick together, the bodies that rub against each other, the sealed lips.

In the darkness of my room, just a moment of calm before the storm takes us away. There is no longer any question of looking for any resistance. It is beyond our strength. My whole body is on fire and I can see in Demet's eyes that the blaze is also consuming her.

I desire her so much.

For a moment she backed away without taking her eyes off me. She grabs the tie of her swimming costume and the thin blanket of fabric soon reaches the ground. I miss a heartbeat. I abandon her gaze and contemplate her perfect body, at once slim and voluptuous, athletic and graceful.

I come closer, hungry, delicately weighing the curvature of a breast, grabbing her mouth, squeezing her waist with my left arm. With suppleness, she bends to my assault, letting out little sighs of pleasure.

Her hands are already busy freeing me from my bathing trunks.

Naked one against the other, I grab her pretty apples and lift her off the ground, she is clutching my waist. My tongue is everywhere, in her mouth, playing with her earlobe, leaving wet streaks from her neck to her collarbone.

If paradise exists I think I have found the entrance to the Garden of Eden...

Demet

Between two breaths, I can make out his big, intense, deep, mysterious chocolate brown eyes. I feel like I'm flying just above the ground, a billion butterflies ready to leap from the hollow of my belly.

I am exploring unknown territory, I have never felt such pressure in my body. My hands are everywhere, pressing his scalp, clinging to his neck, looking for unexplored places. Everything in him is a call to love. He is both gentle and at the same time he exudes something wild, animal.

I don't recognize myself. I'm not a prude, no. But usually I am much more reserved with men...I haven't had many partners and especially for the first time I feel so different...as if it awakens new, unknown and above all uncontrollable sensations.

My whole body is asking for it, an urgent need, an incomprehensible impulse for me.

He tilted me on the bed and overhung me, stepping back for a moment to catch my attention, perhaps to be sure, to have my approval. We have become perfectly accustomed to the half-light and I can see his gaze without any problem. He caresses my nose with his own, puts chaste kisses on my lips, bringing down the tension between the two of us.

But when his head goes lower, when his mouth timidly encircles the areola of my breast, letting his tongue slide over my most sensitive part, my body becomes more and more tense, violent desire awakens and I take a strong breath, throwing my head on the side of the pillow, biting my lower lip. He brings the same torment to his twin and I pronounce his name in a sigh...

He too lets out deep sighs as his bold mouth has taken the path to another wild territory, my belly, which he kisses, licks up to my hips and bites tenderly. A gentle torture.

I feel like a ball of fire ready to implode.

But his mouth isn't finished yet. I feel his warm breath close to my sex. His tongue gently touches the most reactive part of my body. It barely touches me, taking the time to taste me, waiting for my reaction.