From london to Istanbul/Kenan Yildiz

making love Part 27

Kenan's POV

As our kiss deepened, the world around us seemed to fade away, leaving just Amelia and me in this perfect, intimate moment. The feel of her lips against mine, the warmth of her breath, the softness of her skin—all of it ignited something primal and tender within me. Every touch was electric, sending sparks through my entire body. I knew I wanted her more than anything I had ever wanted before, but I also knew I needed to take this slow, to make sure she felt safe and cherished.

I pulled back slightly, our breaths mingling in the small space between us, and whispered, "Amelia, I want you. I want all of you."

Her eyes locked onto mine, and in that moment, I could see the full depth of her feelings for me. Her hazel eyes, shimmering with trust and love, told me everything I needed to know. She nodded slightly, her voice steady yet filled with anticipation, "Yes, Kenan. I'm sure. I want this... I want you."

Hearing her say those words filled me with a surge of emotion—love, protectiveness, desire. I leaned in to kiss her again, this time slower, savoring every second, every sensation. My hands cradled her face, my fingers brushing lightly over her cheeks, committing every inch of her to memory. I wanted this moment to last forever.

I guided her gently to her feet, never breaking the kiss, and led her toward the bedroom. My hands stayed at her waist, steadying her, feeling the slight tremble in her body. I knew this was her first time, and I wanted to make it as perfect and meaningful as possible.

When we reached the bed, I paused, looking down at her. The soft glow of the candles cast a warm, golden light over her face, making her look ethereal, almost like a dream. I could hardly believe that this beautiful, incredible woman was here with me, trusting me with her heart and her body.

"Amelia," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion, "I'm going to take care of you. I promise."

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of love and anticipation. "I know you will."

I kissed her again, this time with more intensity, and slowly, gently lowered her onto the bed. My hands moved with care, tracing the curves of her body through the fabric of her clothes, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath. Each touch was tender, as if I was handling something incredibly precious—and she was.

As I undressed her, I did so slowly, savoring every moment, every inch of skin revealed. Her body was beautiful, and as I ran my hands over her, I could feel her trembling slightly, but there was no fear in her eyes—only trust and desire. I wanted to make her feel loved, to show her just how much she meant to me.

When she was finally bare before me, I paused, taking in the sight of her, committing it to memory. She was breathtaking, and the look in her eyes—the mix of vulnerability and anticipation—only made me fall for her even more.

I undressed myself quickly but with purpose, not wanting to break the moment but also wanting to join her in this intimate space. When I finally lay beside her, I could feel her body relax as she nestled closer to me, her skin warm against mine.

We took our time, exploring each other with gentle, lingering touches. My hands traced the contours of her body, learning every curve, every line. Her hands were on me too, tentative at first, but soon growing more confident as she explored me in return.

"Tell me if it is going to hurt,I will stop okay?"-I asked her

"Yeah,okay"-she said confidently

"Promise me,okay,love?"

"I promise,Kenancim,I promise..."-and she said that and pulled me into the kiss

When the moment came for us to finally come together, I moved slowly, watching her face, ensuring she was comfortable, that she was ready. I could feel her tense for a moment, and I paused, my eyes searching hers.

"Are you okay?" I asked softly, my voice filled with concern.

She nodded, giving me a small, reassuring smile. "I'm okay, Kenan. I trust you."

Those words were everything to me. I wanted this to be perfect for her, to be something she would always remember with happiness. As we moved together, I kept my movements slow and gentle, letting her body adjust, letting her feel every moment, every connection.

Her hands gripped my shoulders, her breath coming in soft gasps as she responded to me. I could feel her body relaxing, her tension melting away as she began to move with me, finding a rhythm that was perfect for both of us.

The sensation of being so close to her, of being one with her, was overwhelming. It wasn't just physical—it was something deeper, something that connected us on a level I had never experienced before. Every movement, every touch, was filled with love and tenderness, and I could feel her responding to me with the same intensity.

As we moved together, I could feel her body trembling beneath mine, her breaths quickening, and I knew she was close. I held her tighter, whispering words of love and encouragement, letting her know how much she meant to me, how much I wanted to make this perfect for her.

When we finally reached that peak together, it was like nothing I had ever experienced. It was pure, intense, and beautiful, something that transcended anything physical. We were connected in every way possible, our souls intertwining in a way that felt right, that felt like it was always meant to be.

Afterward, I held her close, our bodies still intertwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. I could feel her heart beating against my chest, and I knew mine was beating just as fast. I kissed her forehead softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"Amelia," I whispered, my voice filled with emotion, "I love you. More than anything."

She looked up at me, her eyes shining with tears, but she was smiling—a smile that was filled with happiness and love. "I love you too, Kenan. I've never felt like this before... you've made me so happy."

Hearing those words made my heart swell with happiness. I kissed her again, softly, gently, savoring the sweetness of the moment. We stayed like that for what felt like hours, wrapped in each other's arms, sharing quiet words, exchanging tender kisses, until eventually, we both drifted off to sleep, holding each other close.

It was a night I would never forget—a night that marked the beginning of something beautiful, something lasting, between us.