The First Goal

Tender beginnings

Amel

We arrived at Baris' apartment, and just as I was catching my breath from the car ride, he swept me up into his arms again, carrying me through the doorway. 

I couldn't help but laugh, slightly breathless from the surprise. He brought me to his room and set me down gently. His eyes met mine, full of intensity and warmth.

"You sure you want this, sunshine?" he asked, his voice softer, almost hesitant, as if holding himself back. His eyes searched mine, and I saw that familiar spark mixed with patience.

"Yes," I replied, feeling my cheeks warm. I let the dress slip from my shoulders, revealing the pink lace set I'd chosen without a second thought but now felt completely conscious of. 

His gaze lingered on me, admiration clear in his expression.

"You know," he said with a grin, "I think I like every color on you." He guided me to lie down on the bed, his touch gentle but firm, and started undoing his own shirt. 

When he settled beside me, his hand found my cheek, drawing me closer as his lips brushed over mine, soft at first, then deeper as his hands moved to explore my skin.

He whispered, "Look what you do to me... I feel like a teenager around you," a little smirk playing on his lips as he met my eyes again, and I felt a rush of excitement and ease.

I gasped as his hand brushed lower, his movements sending small sparks through me, his touch both tender and thrilling. "Baris..." I murmured, breathless.

"I love when you say my name like that," he replied, his voice deep and warm. "Tell me what you want, baby." His eyes sparkled mischievously, waiting.

I could barely think straight. "Just... keep going," I mumbled, words almost failing me, the closeness making it hard to form a single thought.

But he wouldn't let up. "No, no," he teased. "I want to hear you say it, guzelim."

Heat flooded my cheeks, but finally, I whispered "I..want you to.. fuck me", a little embarrassed but entirely under his spell.

"There you go, good girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?" he said, a satisfied grin breaking over his face. He brought me closer, his hands moving over my back, guiding me deeper into his embrace. 

Every touch, every look, reassured me and made me feel safe and exhilarated all at once.

"You're just so perfect, baby," he murmured, his eyes locked on me with an intensity that made my heart race. As he slowly pulled down his boxers, my breath caught in my throat. 

I stared at him, wide-eyed, feeling a mix of excitement and a flicker of concern. He was impressively built, and a rush of apprehension washed over me. Would it really fit?

He noticed the shift in my expression, his own gaze darkening as he read my worry. "B-Baris... will it hurt?" I asked hesitantly. 

I had sex one time before in my life with my ex; it lasted only a few seconds, and he decided to cheat on me the very next day, so I could basically count it as zero. 

He cupped my face gently, his thumb brushing over my cheek. "I would do nothing to hurt you, güzelim," he reassured me, the sincerity in his voice calming my nerves. 

"We'll make it fit." He pressed a soft kiss to my temple, grounding me.

As he stroked himself a few times, my eyes were drawn to the sight—he looked so good, hard and ready, the sheer size of him both thrilling and daunting. 

He leaned in closer, his warmth on me, and I felt him resting against my lower belly, kissing me tenderly to ease the nervousness swirling within me. 

With every kiss, he filled me with a sense of safety and desire, as if he could sense my hesitation and was determined to dispel it.

For a moment, he paused. "Baby, if you're not ready, we don't have to..." His voice softened, and he looked at me with genuine concern.

I met his eyes and nodded. "I'm ready, Baris." My voice was steady, full of anticipation.

Taking his time, he let me adjust, his every movement considerate, and when he finally looked down at me, his gaze was filled with an emotion I couldn't quite name but felt deeply. "Is this okay?" he asked, pausing to search my face.

"Yes," I whispered, and he gave a sigh of relief, his forehead resting against mine as he moved with patience, making sure I was comfortable with each step. 

There was a reverence in his eyes, and it was as if every gentle press of his hands and lips told me, You're safe here.

As we found a rhythm together, he whispered words in Turkish. I clung to him, feeling more connected than ever, each shared breath drawing us closer. 

As he moved with a deep, steady rhythm, Baris leaned close, his voice a low whisper against my ear. "If you keep making those soft sounds, baby," he murmured, a hint of roughness in his tone, "I don't think I'll be able to hold back." 

His hands gripped my hips firmly, his touch grounding and intense, each movement drawing us closer. His words came as a gentle tease but were laced with sincerity, revealing the effect I had on him as his restraint wavered.

The tenderness in his touch and the depth of his gaze told me this moment meant just as much to him as it did to me.

"You like that, don't you, güzelim?" he groaned, his breath warm against my skin as he lost himself in the moment. "You feel so good wrapped around me." 

The way he spoke made my heart race, and I could barely muster a breathy "hmhm" in response, completely captivated by the sensations coursing through me. 

I was slipping into a blissful haze, overwhelmed by the intensity of our connection.

He kissed me softly, a contrast to the heat building between us. 

Then, with a sudden but gentle movement, he withdrew, turning me around to face the soft pillows. "I like this position," he said, his voice thick with desire as he adjusted me, my hips raised invitingly. 

He pushed back inside with purpose, and I gasped at the sudden rush of pleasure, his thrusts firm and commanding, sending waves of ecstasy through me.

With each powerful thrust, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us entwined in this intimate dance, every movement igniting the air around us with heat and passion.

When we finally reached that peak together, the world around us faded. It felt like fireworks had ignited, not only in my body but in my heart. 

I nestled into his arms afterward, feeling a profound sense of warmth and safety, as if this was exactly where I was meant to be. 

Baris kissed my temple, pulling me close, and in that quiet, shared silence, I knew I'd found something special, something rare, in him.