This is a +18 compilation of EdSer short tales mostly based on the song Positions by Ariana Grande. It may contain mature content, but nothing too explicit.
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"You're jealous, right?" She leaned in with her best smug face just to provoke him. She had to confess: she loved seeing him completely, madly jealous of her. And every time, the little devil inside of her made sure to take the most of the situation. She loved watching him itch in anger, frustration, desire. She loved watching him suffer with just the bare thought of another man getting close to her, his possessiveness screaming to be let out and claim to the world she was only his. "Yes, I'm jealous. Very." Every cell of her body shivered. His intense gaze at her and the raspy voice that just confessed to her that he is not simply jealous, he is very jealous. He can't and he won't hide it. He's mad at her for giving attention to another man, for letting another man touch her when he should've been the only one touching her. He was that selfish when it came to her. "What will happen now? You're jealous of me too." He sees a spark in her eyes when he says that. He was indirectly daring her. Daring her to make a move, daring her to do something about them, daring her to admit she was jealous of him. He wondered if she'll ever admit it. Admit that she can't stand another woman getting close to him, touching him, flirting with him, because only she could do that. "Yes, I'm jealous of you too". She said it looking into his eyes. She couldn't stand it anymore. She was burning for him. She had to let him know he was of no one else but hers. She's been tortured all day with his cold and distant behavior, talking about being friends and forgetting the past when all she wanted to do was dive into him until she lost all her senses. And now, after her finally saying out loud and with all the words that she was jealous of him, all he did was smirk. That motherfucker simply smirked at her. "Are you gonna do something about it, Serkan bey?" She wanted him, she was practically giving herself to him and she was waiting for him to come and get her. She was lusting for him, and she was damn sure he was lusting for her as well, the tension building up as neither of them dared to break the eye contact. Their bodies were catching fire, about to combust and they hadn't even touched each other yet. That staring game felt like ages, but it was actually seconds. One second, they were on an impasse. On the next second, he was grabbing her and throwing her against the bookshelf with an urge he's never felt before. An urge that has been building up on him for weeks now. And he felt the same urge on her, as he ended any remaining distance between them. Her lips partly open and heavy breathing showed she was so sensitive to even his slightesst touch. And he would make the most of it. He wouldn't be nice to her, not after what she's done to him. But before anything else, he needed to make one thing clear for her. — Because you're mine. He whispered in her ear, and then he buried his face on her neck and let his lips touch her skin. His beard was rubbing against her cheek, making her quiver. His beard on her skin was certainly one of her weakest spots, and he seemed to know that. He sealed their lips in a gentle, slow kiss that made her let out a low moan of disappointment and frustration. That was all she's gonna get? She was desperate for more, and he knew that when she leaned her chest foward in an attempt to glue their lips back together again. But instead, he tortured her with a liplock. And then another. And a bite on her lower lip, making her almost lose the rest of her strength. She wanted to get in control, so she made a move towards him ready to grab his face for a decent kiss, but was quickly restrained by both his hands. In a precise and brutal grip, he pushed both her hands away from him. He wouldn't let her touch him just yet. His hands wandered all the way from her chest and collarbone to her lower back, slightly pushing down her dress from her shoulder. He kissed the now exposed skin and his lips went to her neck again. She was so vulnerable to him, he watched as she slightly arched back with her eyes closed. Her hands tightened the grip on his arm as he intensified the kiss, soon moving up to her lips, this time in a more passionate and hungry kiss. He feels her hands reach his jacket and he helps her take it off in a frenetic move. He grabs her waist and abruptly turns her to face the forniture as she gasps, feeling his entire body on her back and his heavy breathing on her neck. She feels his hand touching her thigh from the bottom up, stopping in the warm spot in between. He slid two fingers inside of her as she arched back and let out an involuntary moan. He leaned closer to her, and whispered on her ear, as he kept touching her sensitive spot in slow motion: — No one can touch you but me. She was completely given to desire. She no longer had control over herself and her knees were trembling, about to lose the rest of strength that was keeping her on her two feet. Somehow, she managed to turn back to him and that's when they both lost it. They found each other's lips in a wild, desperate kiss full of desire and need, and all the other feelings they have been suppressing inside of themselves for a while now. Stopping just to catch their breath or to take off each other's clothes, they kept kissing in a ferocious way hitting any and every object that stood on their way. On the last stop, she had to take his shirt off. She tried, she truly did, but her fingers were not moving accordingly so she simply ripped it all off. He could buy a new one, anyway. They parted the kiss, still hungry for each other, just to take his shirt and tank top off so she could feel his naked chest. His hands, that were on her waist, suddenly got up to her dress and pushed it down in way that was no longer decent to be shown in public. He just didn't rip her dress off because it was a very hard and consistent fabic, which she silently cursed for. He moved his hands to her ass and made her wrap her legs around his waist, as he lifted her up and pinned her against the wall. They glued their bodies even closer, and she could feel his hard erection pressed against her crotch making her more excited. They parted another delicious kiss looking for air, and found each other's eyes for a bare moment. He looked at her, flustered, her hair messed up, and he thought of how pretty she looked at that time. It all felt like a dream. She was a dream, his most beautiful dream. With her legs still wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck, they resumed their kiss, this time a little slower, as he tightened his grip around her to start moving around the bedroom. It was a bit challenging, but they finally found the bed. He laid her gently on the mattress as he got on top of her, and then broke the kiss. — Eda... – he calls, finding her eyes – Are you sure? He takes a streak of her from her face and caresses her cheek. — Evet. She says, softly, as she leans on one elbow and uses the other hand to push him for a kiss. Soon they're making out again, things getting more intense every second, their hands were everywhere. Her hands were on his hair pulling him closer, on his back scratching him, on his arms feeling his muscles flexed as he stood on top of her without putting all his weight on her body. And his hands were all up on her too, going from her hips to her legs, then down to her ass and grabbing. Her tiny dress somehow got shorter, and he didn't see the need of it covering her body anymore. It was barely covering her body, actually. But before he could think of taking her dress off, she inverted the positions and she was on top of him. She smiled. That mischievous, but at the same time adorable smile. A dimple appeared on her cheek and he couldn't help but smile with her. As her position was favorable, it was her time to give back the kisses he gave her. She parted the kiss on his lips just to start kissing everywhere else, and every time her lips touched his bare skin he felt his entire body tremble. He gets up, remembering his vengeful thoughts earlier, and pushes her to sit on his lap as her legs are spread around him again. He instantly pulls her head for another kiss, devouring each other's mouths so intense she arches back gasping for air. He undresses her, as her hands look for his waistline to unbutton his pants. He grabs her and throws her in bed, making her face him as she lays on both elbows and has her legs open. He sees her panting for a brief moment, right before he gets in the middle of her legs and pushes her head for another steamy yet gentle kiss. He holds her face with one hand as he alternates between her lips and her neck, the other hand being on her ass leaving bruises because of the tightness he was squeezing it. She couldn't help but let out silent moans and pray her elbows had strength enough to keep supporting her body. She watched confused as he parted the kiss and took some distance, just for him to grab her legs and pull her even closer. He was still in the middle of her legs, but this time his erection was rubbing on her panties, and her legs were spread even more open, making their bodies somehow fit perfectly on each other. He pulled his erection out and she leaned back to give him total view of where his hand was going with that. As soon as she feels him inside of her, she bites her lip in an attempt to cover another moan. He leans forward, being on top of her, one hand holding her waist and the other serving as support. At first, he goes slow... he knew she didn't like it slow. Especially today that she was about to combust. — Serkan... He hears his name on her mouth in a low moan. She sees him smirking and knows he's doing it to punish her. She let out another involuntary moan, this time becoming impatient with the slowness. — Serkan... quicker. She was almost out of breath, all because of that torture. Her insides were writhing in desire, his slow movements making it worse for her to get to where she wanted. Her orgasm. But he didn't increase the pace at all. He just smirked. Again. — Hayır. She was about to protest, but he silenced her "why" with a kiss, as slow as his penetration. He bit her lower lip, sucked her lip, and all she could do is arch her back and moan. That sexy moan just made it all worse for him. He couldn't keep this slow pace anymore, he's tortured her enough. She felt him increase the speed and said: — Ufff, thank God! — Not God, thank me. He winked at her and she laughed, as he started to fuck her harder and rougher, having both of them moaning on each other's ears for the next 5 minutes. And then some more.
— I swear, this was the last! I can't take it! — You need more exercising, Serkan bey! She provokes, making him laugh, and he pulls her to lay on top of him, and kisses her forehead. — You exhausted all my energies I use for work out, Eda hanim. — But it's not even 4 in the morning yet, I'm still not satisfied. — Ne? Hayır... — Yes, please. – she makes that face he can't say no. But somehow he says. — Eda, I'm serious. He pulls her off his lap him and she watches him lay comfortably in bed to sleep, in disbelief. Her little devil gives her the best idea and she crawls on top of him. — Eda, go to sleep! He says as he open his eyes, but quickly closes it again. Seeing that wasn't enough, she resorted to plan B. Well, it indeed was plan B. For the blowjob she was about to give him. He should've known already: when it comes to Eda Yildiz, it is only yes or evet.
