Arise

Chapter 7: You Were Only Waiting

Bariş was sure he was dreaming. He must have fallen asleep in front of the fire after making love with Zeynep and now all his fantasies were coming true. First, he’d taken Zeynep in the shower and now she was standing half-naked in his bathroom, looking in the mirror and touching herself. Surely, this must all be a dream. No man could be so blessed, no woman so beautiful, no reality perfect. Desire this extreme couldn’t truly exist; he’d never survive it.

After their shared shower, he’d slipped on his favorite pair of baggy black sleep pants and headed to out to check a few emails while Zeynep readied for bed. When he came back to the bedroom, he passed by the bathroom and caught a glimpse of her that stopped him dead.

Zeynep stood in front of the mirror in a small white nightgown, brushing out her hair and smiling to herself. She was, in a word, luminous. There was a glow about her, a lightness he’d never seen before. A part of him hoped, in his most secret heart, that he was somehow a part of that tranquility. That being here, with him and sharing so much of themselves was feeding her spirit in a way that truly nourished her soul.

Unbeknownst to Zeynep, Bariş watched as she placed the brush on the counter and slowly began tracing her fingers over her skin. She started at her neck and he took note of the redness both there and around her mouth. Her fingers skimmed down to her chest and he held his breath as she revealed one breast, only to exam the small mark he’d left on the underside. He realized now she was exploring not only her body, but the places he’d been and marks he’d left on her. When she lifted her hem to touch the love bite Baris had left on her smooth mound, his dick came to full attention. MINE.

When she looked up and found him watching her, she stilled. Bariş knew what she saw in his eyes because he could see it staring back at him in hers. She was his. His woman. His lover. And he was hers. In every way.

Bariş braced both arms on the door frame, taking a deep breath, reining himself in. She didn’t need his lust right now; she needed his love. And he realized he wanted to care for her, more than he wanted anything else. Which was truly the most profound emotion pounding at him right now and the one he knew would always bring him to his knees when it came to Zeynep: He loved her.

Exhaling, he gathered his strength and came forward until he stood directly behind her in the mirror. Without looking away, he took the bottle of lotion she had set on the vanity and poured some into his hand. After massaging his palms together, he began to apply it to her skin. He took extra care to cover all the places his mouth had been and his beard had burned. Starting from her neck, he worked his way down, caressing the moisture into her pores, soothing and healing. When he reached her chest, she shrugged off her other strap so the nighty she wore ended up pooling at her feet, leaving her totally exposed to him.

Bariş closed his eyes and prayed. He prayed for patience and virtue because he knew if he prayed for strength, he would just throw her over his shoulder for the third time that night and all his noble intentions would go up in the flames currently running through his loins. Leaning into her, he buried his nose in her hair and inhaled. Zeynep choose that moment to press herself intimately against him; the cleft of her peachy bottom unerringly finding his hard length and rocking up and down against him.

He opened his eyes to find her gripping the sides of the counter as leverage and watching him as she moved. She was enjoying putting on this show and shameless in her confidence. He had never been more turned on his life. But tonight wasn’t about him. Bariş cupped her chest, massaging the lotion around her breasts, then moved down her stomach before sliding around her hips to her back. He reapplied the lotion and continued on his way, giving special attention to the dimples of her lower back, then up her spine and down her arms, lacing his fingers through hers and loosening her grip on the edge.