Versace on the Floor

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Barış fumbled with the house key, trying to fit it in the lock. He was trying to get the door open, but he was distracted by the gorgeous and handsy little brunette who was clinging to his back.

Zeynep stood on her tiptoes behind him, her arms around him, her small hands fisting the front of his shirt. She nibbled on his ear, her warm lips and wet tongue giving him a preview of what waited for him if he could ever get the damn door open. He was so hard he swore he could cut glass with his dick. Zeynep was trouble when she was in the mood, but what sweet trouble she was.

They'd left the office party celebrating his latest win early because she couldn't keep her hands off of him and he was having a hard time disguising the problem in his pants. He loved it when she couldn't get enough of him--which was almost all the time. Since they made love for the first time, they were both insatiable, but her enthusiasm for him was an unexpected and very happy surprise.

"Hurry, aşkım," she breathed into his ear, making him shiver with arousal. "Sevgilim. Canım. Hayatım. Birtanem benim." She punctuated each endearment with a kiss on his neck. "I need you." One of her hands slid down his stomach to stroke the bulge straining against the front of his pants. He groaned loudly as the key finally slid into the lock.

"Ah, Zeynep, ah." He took one of her hands in his and brought it to his lips. "You're going to kill me." He turned the knob and shoved the door open, then he turned in her arms to face her. She grinned at him before she pulled his face down to hers and kissed him, hot and sweet and wet, making him moan. He bent down a little to wrap his arms around her and pick her up off her feet, and he walked backwards into the house, carrying her with him, their mouths locked together. He sucked on her plump bottom lip and then bit it softly, drawing his teeth over it before releasing it. "Close the door, bebeğim," he mumbled into her mouth. Without taking her lips from his, she reached behind her and slammed the door shut.

Barış flinched at the sound. "Shh, Zeynep. We don't want to wake everyone." It was quite late, and he hoped Savaş and his uncle were asleep so that he could ravish Zeynep uninterrupted. They'd almost been caught several times by various members of the household, but so far they'd been lucky.

"Barış," she said into his mouth, "why can't I stop wanting you?" She asked the question sincerely; her desire for him was a constant ache inside of her, and sometimes she could barely make it through the day.

He set her down on her feet and held her head in his hands, his fingers tangled in her hair, and he kissed her forehead. He traced her cheek with the bridge of his nose and whispered in her ear. "Do you want to stop wanting me?" He pressed his lips to the shell of her ear and she felt it between her legs.

She bit her lip and shook her head. "No, but I've turned into a maniac." She laughed. "All I want is you, all the time."

He smiled at her, his blue eyes sparkling at her. "Me too, Zeynep." He kissed her cheek soundly, his lips sinking into her. "Mmm. I could eat you up."

She arched her eyebrow at him. "Hmm. Don't tease me, Barış Bey." Her fingers carded through his short hair and she hugged him, rubbing her cheek against his.

"I promise it will happen, Zeynep Hanım," he rasped into her ear. He ran his hands down her back and palmed her full, curvy bottom.  She whimpered into his neck, opening her mouth and sucking the tender flesh just beneath his beard into her mouth.

"Let's go upstairs before I take you up against the door."

She giggled, giddy with happiness, and he winked at her and took her hand to lead her up the stairs to his bedroom. He closed and locked the door behind them, and when he turned around, her hands immediately went to his belt buckle, her need for him becoming more and more urgent.

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