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Lost & Found: Found Myself In You

A/N: Heller dear readers, this is a special tale that comes from the continuation of the chapter 29 of my other fanfiction work called 'Lost & Found' (that you can find on this profile too). But do not worry, you can read this tale without reading the story/chapter cause it won't compromise your understanding. Also, this may not be too explicit (it's written in a more melodramatic/romantic way), but I still found it better appropriate to post it here instead of attaching to the other story.

➳ Lost & Found:
Found Myself In You

"𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺
𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥"
— 𝐴𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑎 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒, 𝑁𝑒𝑒𝑑y

Serkan grabbed her face with both his hands, intensifying the kiss even more. He was famished, just like she was. It's been so long and Eda was needy, she missed his touch, she missed his body and the thousands of sensations he made her feel. She couldn't believe he was right there in her arms again after so long, as eager to explore her body as she was to feel him between her fingers again. Her hands moved around his chest covered by the social shirt he was wearing, stopping on his arms for a moment. He lowered one of his hands back to her waist pulling her closer, as if there was any way to glue their bodies together more than they already were glued. They could feel every corner of each other's bodies screaming for touch, for attention. Eda's hands wandered on his chest again, this time unbuttoning his shirt a little. Then her hands went to all the extension of his neck and then to his chest to unbutton more of his shirt. Her hands kept going back and forth, caressing, pulling him closer, letting him know she wanted more, she needed more. She needed him. He parted their kiss just to resume it all again on her neck giving gentle, torturing slow kisses there, then going lower to her collarbone. His hands wandered on her waist and tummy, finding its way to beyond the fabric of her blouse. Her eyes were closed and she refrained from thinking about anything at all, simply letting herself enjoy the touches she so eagerly missed. After a long moment of feeling loved and desired, her hands go back into motion to finish the buttons of his shirt, this time the impatience taking over her senses. As he helps her get rid of the fabric covering his chest, she whines his name. "Serkan...", she tries to control herself and not be too affected by the kisses he was still giving all over her upper body. "The door, lock the door", she hardly finished her sentence. It felt too much effort, she didn't want to talk, she didn't want his hands to leave her body, but the door wasn't locked and her aunt and friend were downstairs. After locking, he turns back to her asking her if they should continue doing what they were doing in her aunt's house, but she shushes him before he finishes. She couldn't wait any longer, not when he's already given her a taste. She pulls him for a kiss and lets her hands wander around his naked chest, her sensual touch exciting him even more. "Eda, what if they interrupt us?", he asks, in between kisses. She reluctantly pauses the kiss to answer him. "They won't, stop talking Serkan", her hands on his nape pulling him back to her. "Eda," he says, between kisses. She just murmurs something, not being able to concentrate in anything but the burning desire growing inside of her. "Are you sure?", he asks, but sees she's barely listening. He stops. "Eda, I don't want to do this if you're not sure. I told you where I stand, I need to know where you stand." She huffs, angry that just now when she needs him to not be gentle, he decides to be. "Serkan", she exclaims. "Shut up and kiss me", she pulls him for a delicious hot kiss, pulling his lower lip, sucking his upper lip, practically eating his mouth. Just as he's about to deepen the entanglement of their tongues, she part their lips. "You got your answer?", she asks, grinning. God and his lower body knows he did. He starts by taking off her blouse and leaving a trail of kisses through the whole extension of her bare skin. He stops and stares at her, her torso covered with nothing but her lace bra, for a moment. "Ne?", she asks with a smile. "You're so gorgeous", he says, running his lips through her covered breasts. He, then, shifts his focus back to her. His peri kızı. God, he missed her so much. He just wanted to look at her, to admire every little detail of that pretty face, of her body, of her touch, memorize all of them and never ever forget it again. How could he forget such thing? It was his paradise. Eda Yildiz was his Heaven, his Sin, and he belonged to her. To only her. No one else ever made him feel this way, and not just sexually. "I missed you so much," Eda whispers and soon her lips are covered with his own again. "I didn't know I could miss something this much," he parts the kiss, then continue. "All the cropped images in my head make no justice to what it feels like in reality", he confesses. "I almost forgot what your touch felt like, it's been so long", she caresses his hair. "You'll remember everything, all the details, all the feelings, in no time", her reassuring tone calms his heart that suddenly withered with the thought of never remembering the memories of them Eda so dearly cherished. "But worry not, I will make you remember my touch how many times you might need", she smiles and he takes her in his arms for a slow, passionate kiss. They have gotten to a moment that just feeling each other's skin wasn't enough, they needed more. They were yearning in passion, and its flame seemed to only grow by the passing minute. He reaches to her pants' waistline and, before unzipping and taking it off, his hand dive to her intimacy where he can touch her right, just like she deserved. Her moan just prove him he's doing the right way, he still got his tricks and he would very much like to remind her of it all. "Can I still give you the pleasure you missed?", he whispers in her ear. She moans and nods almost imperceptibly. "Remember that night in my bedroom? Against the bookshelf," he recalls the delicious flashes in his mind as his fingers runs in circles on her most sensitive spot. Her moans get louder and he's sadly obligated to tell her to shush and contain herself. "And that night at the summer house, your ecstatic face engraved in my memory as we made love repeatedly," his raspy voice in her ear was doing more to her than she remembered. His fingers were going in and out of her and she felt she could burst at any second. She let out a low moan calling his name. The fingers of his free hand found the clasp of her bra and he easily took it off and tossed it somewhere in the room. He, then, started to play with her nipple, as the other hand kept busy. She bites her lip, suppressing another loud moan. "I promise I will make it up to you for all the nights you were alone", he says in her ear, his lips running on her earlobe. "I need you, Serkan," she says between heavy breaths. "Inside me", she completes in case she hadn't make herself clear. When she says that, he really doesn't want to make her wait any longer. Neither can he, the volume in his pants denouncing his current state. His hands work together to get rid of her jeans, and when it does she starts unbuttoning his own. Soon enough, all the pieces that were once covering their bodies are now scattered on her bedroom floor. He lays her on the bed and gets on top, leaning in one hand to not let his weight fall on her. She certainly had felt his erection rubbing on her ass, but when he entered inside her was when she truly realized how hard he was. So why was he going so slow? Was he scared to hurt her? He should've known he's done worse. He should've known she liked worse, rough. Her waist was moving back and forth, trying to satisfy her own needs. He realized her desperation, because he suddenly fastened up his thrusts for quicker and harder as his fingers circled her clitoris in a way to add more pleasure to his girl. She lets out a loud moan and he rushes to cover her mouth with his free hand, Eda putting her own over his to muffle the sound. Her face was an incredibly adorable "oops" now, and both giggle knowing most certainly the women downstairs had heard what they were doing upstairs. He gives a kiss on her forehead and they switch positions as she gets on top of him and he lays his back on the bed. She rides him and thrusts her own waist desperately, having him bury his dick deeper inside of her. They're both looking at each other, not breaking eye contact for a second. When she feels they're close to exploding in pleasure, she slows down and leans to take his lips on a hot entanglement of tongues. They moan on each other's mouth between kisses, as they reach their apex. She lays her head on his chest and they stay like that for a brief moment, until he sits on the bed. She's still on his lap, her hair messed up and her lips swollen. He just stares at her, the most beautiful view he's ever seen. His hand runs through her face, taking a hairstrand and putting it back on its place. He locks their lips again in a short, soft and gentle kiss, and then places another kiss on her forehead. "I love you," he says. "You already told me," she smiles as she caresses his face, her dimple showing. He loved her dimple. "And now that I realized that and said it out loud, I will keep telling you that every single day of my life". She flashes the most beautiful smile he's ever seen, and he cannot help but smile with her. "I love you", she says it back and glue their foreheads together. They stay like that with their eyes closed for another moment, until he motions to move out of bed. "Hayir", she puts both her legs on his waist, stopping him from moving. "Eda..." his tone is reprehensive but he's smiling, as if he couldn't believe she still wanted more of him. She makes the most adorable face he's ever seen, her big brown eyes even wider and her dimple showing in a childish smile. His arms wrap around her waist and he quickly shifts their positions back to him on top, this time grabbing both her wrists and restraining them. He runs his lips from her neck to her belly, occasionally leaving little kisses along the way. When he gets to her lower belly, she feels her body tremble with his kisses. But the motherfucker is a whole tease, so when he's about to get there he moves his head back up. After a long moment of torturing kisses on her skin, he pulls her for a soft liplock and position himself between her thighs. She holds onto him, her arms wrapped around his neck and her hands on his back, as he thrusts in and out several times, until they're out of breath and completely satisfied this time.

"I think they solved whatever their issue was," Melo says giggling in between sips of her tea. Ayfer spits the tea she was drinking at the moment. "Melo!", her reprehension tone overshadowed by her wide smile.