The Wedding Night...

Seizing the moment...

It was a long ride from the company to the Sabiha Gökçen Airport. It took them over 40 minutes to get there. They arrived just in time, as the last call to board the flight was being made. Dilan did not know where they were going until Baran rushed her. "Dilan, let's go!" She said, stopping in the middle of the hallway. "We are going to Mardin?" He pointed out. "No, if we don't hurry." She took his hand, and they reached the gate just at the last minute. Baran handed their identifications to the airline employee. "Mr. and Mrs. Karabey, we were about to close the doors. You are the last passengers. Have a nice flight!" Baran didn't comment; he nodded, and they walked through the hall leading to the aircraft. Entering the airplane, Dilan noticed it was almost empty. Their seats were on the first road—just them in that area. There were more people, a few rods back, and some scattered in the back. This was a 23:10 flight. Dilan guessed that was the reason. "Baran, how long is this flight?" Dilan had lived in Mardin as a child. She didn't remember much and had no idea of the distance. "Is a two-hour flight." So they would arrive past midnight. She settled in her seat. She had been tired before, and the run to the gate didn't help. She was going to use the two hours to get a good rest. As the plane took off, she closed her eyes and leaned on Baran. "Dilan..." He called for her. "Huh!" She didn't have the strength to make words anymore. "You are going to sleep?" Wasn't it obvious? "Uhumm!" He didn't say anything, but she could tell by his posture that he didn't like her answer. He didn't embrace her. He just remained as he was.

Dilan lifted her head in his direction. "Did you want to talk?" she inquired. "No, you should sleep." She was about to do that, but something about his tone told her he didn't really mean it. She sat straight and thought about what could have caused his reaction. Everything was well before they arrived. They even kissed, and... She blushed. Like feeling the heat coming from her cheeks, he glanced at her. Then he turned and narrowed his eyes on her now pink cheeks. His face changed; he looked pleased, and the hints of a smile were visible on the edge of his mouth. The belt sign went off, so she stood. "Where are you going?" Her husband asked while he grabbed her wrist. "To the bathroom." She said shyly. He frowned, then bit his bottom lip. A spark ignited in his eyes. She needed to get away. She was thankful she had a skirt, not pants, or it would show. He let go of her. She went past him to the cubicle. Going in, she turned to close the door when Baran squeezed in. "Baran! What are you doing?" She whispered, afraid they would be heard. He didn't say anything. Instead, he grabbed her arms and moved her against the lavabo area. He then bent so his lips were at the same level as hers, and as he took possession of her lips, his hand slid from her knees and up her skirt until he reached her. The pleasure she felt took her by surprise. She tried to hold on to something, but nothing around would help. So she held on to his shoulders. With his free hand, he pushed the top of the toilet seat down and lifted her leg to rest on top of it. Dilan knew what he was about to do. A part of her kept worrying about someone outside noticing their absence. That part was rapidly silenced when Baran deepened the kiss. Dilan didn't care about anything from that moment on.

For a moment, Baran was scared he would lose his opportunity, but when she told him she was going to the bathroom, he knew that was his chance. The space was small, so he had to be creative. Not only that, they had to be fast if they didn't want to be discovered. Both conditions were intoxicating ingredients. His heart was about to leave his chest, and he knew Dilan was the same. Once he had her positioned, he unzipped his pants rapidly and flexed his knees to be at the perfect level. He didn't hesitate to enter her. He kissed her hard to drown their moans as he went in and out of her. There was no better therapy for him than his wife. Nothing made him live the moment more than being in her company, just the two of them, especially when he was inside her. It was a sensory shock to his body. The softness and sweetness of her lips. Her warm breath mixed with his. The luscious juice between her legs. The fact that he knew that only he could make it come to the surface. And to top it all, the way she was holding on to him. When her nails dug in, it encouraged his movements and intensified their pleasure. Baran was an addict, and the name of his drug was Dilan. He left her lips and lashed on her neck with his tongue. He felt her walls closing on him. She took his hand to her mouth and bit on his finger. He hissed at the pain, but he enjoyed it. That pushed him closer to climax, and he knew she was getting there as well. His strokes became more powerful, going deeper and deeper, and it was what they both needed to go over the edge. His senses were now blocked. All he could hear was their joined heavy breathing, still high on adrenaline. It took them a few seconds to compose their clothes again. He kissed her gently and whispered. "I'll go out first." After a couple of minutes, a mortified yet glowing Dilan followed.