Can I take your order, ma'am?

Dinner Is Served.

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Clicking my heels on the marble floor, I made my way to the conference room for my final meeting of the day while my brain hangs on the the last 5% of battery power. I take out my phone and send a quick message to Kerem, "it's your turn to make dinner tonight ;)"

"It'll be a messy one, Miyy! ;))" came his reply in lightening speed.

The usual board meeting was coffee, cookies and refreshments yet today, it was served with a little electricity in the air which came along with the game I just started with a one liner text message. I mentally giggled to myself while trying to keep a straight face in front of my colleagues. My brain kept going as if it were on some olympics track training for a marathon and I use that energy to pitch in ideas in the meeting while a portion of my brain wanders into the world of dreams. Just thinking of what Kerem will serve for dinner made me clench my thighs under the desk.

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My clothes pooled down around my ankles as I stripped off my clothes and stepped under the tap. I closed my eyes and let the water seep through my pores, relieving me off all my stress.  

I could hear his footsteps getting closer as I stood under the hot, steamy shower. Man, I needed this after a long day of running from construction site to construction site, meeting after meeting. I could feel the day's tension just wither away but my muscles still felt tense for some reason. I could really do with a massage right now.

"Do you need a hand?" - I jumped at Kerem's voice as it reverberated in my ears.

I was somehow so lost in my thoughts, I didn't even realise when he got so close.

He moves closer until his front touches my bare back and that's when I realise he's completely naked! Oh, shit! He's in the shower, Hande. He'll obviously be naked! He snakes his arms and gently cups my breasts, giving them a firm but gentle squeeze. I felt my heart thump against my ribcage ready to explode. He really did have magic in his hands.

I could hear his deep, raspy breaths even though the water was running. He slides his hands down my the sides of my waist and to the front again as he reaches my cunt but he stops right there, without doing anything! A soft moan escapes my lips as I wait with bated breath and I could literally feel his smirk against my shoulder as he slowly pulls  away, tracing his hands back to my shoulders. What a tease!

He slowly turns me around and although he still had that sexy smirk on his face, his eyes were hooded with lust and longing. He leaned in and kissed me ever so gently, then again with fervour and greed - it was so indescribably graceful and erotic at the same time. I couldn't hold back and kissed him with just as much passion and heat. Oh how much I needed this, how much I longed for him to be with me, in me, next to me, however he wanted me!

I pushed myself into him just to feel the hardness of his cock on my pulsating heat but he pulled away with a grin on his face

"Hey, hey, hey calm down! Don't be so impatient!"

I don't know how he did what he did but that turned me on so much I could feel my pussy vibrate from all that tension. It's as if it was responding to his voice.

I stood there flustered and about to lose my mind if he didn't fuck me senseless on this bathroom floor right this very minute! I defied him and pulled him into a hot, fiery kiss as I rushed my hands between us to grip his hard rod. Oh fuck! The feeling of his magnificent cock throbbing under my dainty hands made me feel so glorious. I mean, I did that to him! Hande Erçel elicited this reaction from Kerem Bürsin! I started teasing his balls, groping his shaft and kissing his neck – right behind his ear.

He moaned as I stroked him, the warm water streaming down on him adding to the sensations. He was interminably wet; his hair was soaked, showing off his natural waves; his personal fluids covering my hand with desire.

I could feel his fingers slide between my labia, still moist and now dripping from his touch. He slid his fingers together, slowly, without penetration, just feeling the rhythm of each other's movements. Another  moan escaped me, my body aching for him to continue deeper, harder. Just when I couldn't stand his teases any longer, he got on his knees and pushed me against the wall with his face bearing into my genitals.

"I want to do the dirtiest things with you, Miyy. I want your taste in my mouth, your love in my veins. I want your soft skin against mine and warm eyes to gaze at me only. I want to love every inch of you ... every centimetre and every scar you've tortured yourself with. I want to taste every pore of your body as if I can drink your love through your pores." — this man had a way with words, he had the power to excite me in places I didn't think possible. He'd be singing the alphabet backwards and that'll get my juices flowing like a waterfall.

The water didn't distract him from pleasuring me. The water gave him an extra little challenge, and caused him to breathe deeply through his mouth, while inhaling my scent and exhaling, even more, warmth against my clitoris. His licks got harder and deeper. He was enjoying being this close to me, hearing my sighs, feeling my quiver, causing my legs to tremble.

Pushed against the wall, he had access to my every need. He considerately inserted a finger and then slowly inserted a second finger, causing me to gasp in pleasure.

He didn't let me cum – not just yet. First, he needed to be inside of me. To feel me shudder and tremble over him. To feel my vagina squeeze his penis in explosive orgasms.

"Can you take it?" He asked

"Because I have to have you."

It's not like it's the first time but, that's Kerem for you - even when his dick was about to explode, he'd still ask me. FUCK WHAT A TURN ON THAT WAS!

"Mhmm!"

And that was it. That's all he needed to unleash his inner beast. He cupped my ass as he lifted me to straddle him, positioning his cock on my hot and wet entrance. I got anxious at first thinking of how we're gonna fuck in the shower - what if we slip and fall on the wet tiles? I don't want Kerem to end up at the hospital with a broken dick! Wait, is that even a possibility?

I came to my senses as he entered me in one, swift movement occupying every corner in me. His hard, muscular thighs supported both us as I rode him to the throes of passion.

His thrusts were deep and focused and he held onto my hips as I shook. Slipping an arm around my thigh, he made sure that my needs were being catered to – he wanted me to cum first. His pruned fingers made small, gentle circles around my clitoris. It was just what I needed to send me over the edge.

"Oh Handemiyy ... !" His voice was barely a whisper as he tried to contain himself. I loved the way my name dripped down his luscious lips like honey.

I gripped onto the tiles, trying not to slip as a wave of pleasure washed over me. My screams echoed through the bathroom as my vagina thrust and squeezed and let go of all inhibitions. My soaking hair covering my face, i gasped for air once my body stopped shaking.

I turned to face Kerem, who had a smile plastered on his face, eyes sparkling in awe of my orgasm.

"Dinner is served, Mrs. B!" He said with a grin that shone through his green eyes.

I couldn't help but grab his hard cock in my hands: "now it's your turn".

He could barely contain himself, and after a few strokes, he spurted all over my stomach, letting his semen drip all the way into my pubic hair.
I quietly washed his cum off of my body and watched it disappear down the drain. Shutting off the water, I turned to him and exclaimed with a megawatt smile: "a visit to matchbox fitness won't be needed after that workout!"