If IlCey's Bedroom Wall Wrote Stories...

When They Made Up

Ceylin was wearing lingerie under her pajamas. She needed the night to end well and was tired of fighting. When Ilgaz went into the room and started taking off her top, she confirmed that they had the same thoughts once again. His actions not only seduced her body, but also confirmed that even if they approached situations differently, they almost always had the same end goal in mind. Every kiss on her neck left a trail of heat on her skin and she felt them in her whole body, especially between her legs.

It was insane how much Ilgaz could turn her on with only a couple words and a couple kisses. She would feel at a disadvantage if she didn't know that she has the same effect on him. Actually, the same effect is an incorrect assumption, he has it even worse. A whiff of her scent, a look of her face, and even hearing her voice does things for his libido that not even any other completely naked woman would do to him.

When Ceylin kissed Ilgaz, he wasted no time and moved them to the bed. In between hungry kisses, one of his hands was caressing her torso, going from her collar bone to her abdomen with a tenderness that was driving her crazy. The other hand was playing with the elastic of her pajama pants.

"You have to let me know where you are at all times from now on, sevgilim" whispered Ilgaz to his wife while rubbing one of her nipples. He then started kissing her neck with little bites that rendered speechless. Ceylin was touching him anywhere she could while nodding. At that moment, she would say yes to anything he said as long as he kept kissing her.

"Put your hands in my pants already" said Ceylin, physically moving his arm lower and trying to guide his hand to the middle of her legs. Ilgaz was resisting her insistence, and fueled with the tension of their fight, they started basically wrestling each other while passionately looking in each other's eyes. The purpose was not to hurt each other, but a silent battle of wills that turned them on to no end at the same time. Ilgaz suddenly grabbed both of her hands and put them on top of her head with one of his hands and the other hand went to delicately grab her neck. He decided to win physically, but somehow also give in emotionally. They didn't have to talk about it in order for Ceylin to understand.

"I need you to tell me you will be safe first" whispered Ilgaz after grabbing her attention by tightening his hold on her neck. Ceylin was busy grinding against his erection and his slight chokehold made her stop on her tracks. He looked angry and turned on at the same time. Ceylin felt like she was a tinderbox and his hand around her neck was a spark that set everything on flames.

"I will be safe, my love" she managed to gasp out. Her pupils were so big that her normally green eyes looked black. She was desperate for anything he would give her, and she wasn't against doing anything for him to do whatever he needed to do to soothe the exponential desire she felt at the moment. Ilgaz took off her pants and her underwear came off with them. He was looking at her body with such reverence that she almost started crying. This man loved her so much.

"Now let me say sorry" Ilgaz said while lowering his head to her abdominal area and leaving a trail of soft kisses.

"You don't have to" She said, trying to control the situation, but what they were doing at the moment was out of both of their control. Their love took the reins when they were this horny after an emotionally draining day. The urge to connect in any way they could and be intimate was almost feral after they fought. Ceylin always said sorry by handing over her body and Ilgaz always said sorry by taking care of it in a way that only he knew how.

"Are you sure?" he asked with a smirk. Ilgaz then proceeded to run his tongue from her opening to the top of her mound. Ceylin immediately grabbed onto his hair and moved her hips trying to put his mouth where she needed it. Ilgaz complied and softly kissed her clit, not giving her anything even close to the pressure she wanted.