the gift of control

part three.

Feraye was mortified she attacked Ateş in her sleep, but she ached for that denied orgasm. In her dreams, Ateş was pushing her to the brink and then holding her there before she could reach her climax. Her dream must have leaked into reality because she awoke to herself riding Ateş' cock through their clothing. She felt that being so close to his scent was the main culprit.

"Oh God," she bemoaned. "I truly didn't mean to–I just–"

"Feraye, Feraye, stop, don't worry, I said we're okay," Ateş spoke in a hoarse voice. God, she could hear the sex in his voice, it rasped in the darkness, whispering obscene unspoken promises to her.

Feraye clenched her thighs as she felt herself get more wet.

God,she was so wet, her panties couldn't even hold it all, she could feel her arousal on her inner thighs.

She wanted Ateş for so long, but she had no idea how to broach the subject with him. How do you tell your husband you married in name only that you had fallen in love with his kindness and courage and wanted a real marriage? How do you tell him that you ached for him?

When was the first time she imagined Ateş starting and ending a conversation with a kiss? When was the first time she wanted more than protection and a friendship from him?

"I will just head to the washroom." Ateş' voice pulled her out of her thoughts. She felt the bed shift as he made a move to rise from the bed. She knew the moment he left, she would chicken out.

"Wait," she said one word with such shaky confidence, and then turned on the lamp a moment later. Feraye needed to see him when they spoke, to see if he wanted her the same way she wanted him, if he yearned for a deeper connection.

She made the mistake once of assuming everything and then nothing was what it seemed.

Feraye looked over to her husband and saw him try to scramble to cover his body with the duvet, but he was too late.

Feraye saw his desire for her. It was evident in the hardened thickness of his cock that was gone from her eyes in a split second with a bed cover.

"Sorry," he looked anywhere but at her.

She felt like she was losing him before she even had him.

"No, please don't apologize, I should be the one sorry. I–" she took a deep breath and continued. "I had a dream of you and I. We were being," she paused and then said, "we were being intimate in my dream. It wasn't my first dream."

Ateş groaned and closed his eyes tightly.

"Do," he cleared his throat and tried again. "Do these dreams make you uncomfortable?" Still, his eyes were closed as if he dreaded her answer.

Did he truly want her too? Was he hoping she would say no?

Feraye smiled, took a fortifying gulp of air and proudly said, "no."

He released a breath and slowly turned towards her. His eyes looked like they were lighting a fire within himself. Even throughout childhood, Feraye thought his name always matched him, he was a fire that consumed.

They were both sitting up on the bed by now and he reached over to graze his thumb over her left cheek.

"You're blushing, ay ışığı," he said to her with a smile. He continued to caress her face, tracing her eyebrows and then her lips.

Feraye gasped.

He pulled back.

"No, don't stop," Feraye reached over and grabbed his lowering hand, bringing it back to her face. He traced her bottom lip and then her cupid's bow.