The Wedding Night...

The photobook...

On their way upstairs, Dilan tried to change the subject. "I'm so happy, Baran. We are so lucky to have them all in our lives." Baran nodded in agreement as they entered the bathroom. "I can't wait to see the presents the babies received..." He silenced her with a kiss. "We can talk about that tomorrow. Right now, let's concentrate on us, Dilan." She blushed and her eyes shied away. "Where did we leave our conversation?..." One of his arms rested around her waist, while his free hand played very distractingly with her hair. "...Right, you were telling me I was sexy... You were about to say something else..." She pulled herself out of his hold and walked fast towards the bedroom. "I don't know what you are talking about." He hugged her from behind. "Let me remind you, then." Baran made her turn her head to the side and kissed her deeply. When Dilan thought she would run out of breath, he moved from her lips to her neck. Then he circled her slowly until he was in front of her. "Your breasts look particularly enticing in this dress," He said while cupping them with his hand. "I noticed you didn't wear a bra." He got closer and encaged her with his arms. Baran lowered the zipper of her dress without hurrying. His eyes never leaving hers as her dress gave way just enough to see her breasts. "So soft and pink," He said, caressing her chest with his fingertips just before his mouth had a taste of her nipples. His hands on her neck and waist kept her steady. "Mmm!" A moan escaped from her. He took a few steps back, and she pulled up her dress. Baran was about to take his jacket off, but Dilan stopped him. She put her hands around his neck. Her nails played with his hair, and his face showed just how affected he was by her. "My man is so charismatic..." Her hands traveled down his neck, under his suit jacket. "His hands are always so competent..."

Baran's lip parted. Dilan got closer, enough to kiss him. He leaned in, but she moved her face. She saw him smile while moving his head disapprovingly, with the corner of her eye. Dilan returned his stare as she held his hands. "These hands are delicate enough to design beautiful jewelry pieces, and strong enough to protect our family..." Dilan singled out his index finger and licked the side from the tip down. "These hands can command my body. They are so skillful and powerful that they break my will and awaken my deepest desires." His mouth seemed to be dry as his tongue traced his lips. She grabbed his chin, making him stop, and standing on her tiptoes, her tongue tasted him. "Mmm!" They exclaimed together. He held her tighter, big belly and all, and kissed her passionately, hungrily, and possessively. A kiss that let her know she had aroused him just as much as he had aroused her. She moved her hands around him in desperation to feel his skin and didn't stop until his clothes were removed. Dilan pulled back, still drunk with the kiss. Baran stood still. He was watching her watch him. Dilan's eyes wandered over his body. The beautiful contrast between his milky skin and the black hairs on his chest that descended in a path that ended close to his erection. She bit her lower lip at the sight. She wanted to have him in her mouth. She took off her dress, slowly. Baran monitored her every move from his position. Once naked, Dilan offered her hand to her husband, and they walked towards the edge of the bed. Dilan sat and spread her legs to make room for him. He was at the perfect height. She looked up and was met by his hypnotizing eyes. She encircled his dick with her hands and concentrated on the tip. Pink, soft, hot. Her tongue played around him. When she took him in her mouth and sucked, his head fell back while his hand on her head encouraged her. Further, faster. Her hand cupped his sack and massaged him attentively. Dilan could feel him grow in her mouth as he groaned repeatedly in response to her stimulation. She knew he was close. His eyes were shut. Both his hands fisted, holding her head, pulling slightly, but deliciously.

Baran didn't pull out as he came. He knew Dilan liked to taste him, and he loved to taste himself on her. He was enjoying his high when he felt her teeth pulling at the skin close to his member. "Dilan!" He said, grinding his teeth. "Sorry!" She pressed her lips together. She was not sorry at all. He bent down and kissed her messily until he could no longer taste himself in her. Then he was on his knees. He had every intention to return the favor. "On your back, Dilan." She complied, and her eyes sparkled with excitement. He pulled her legs up from the floor until her feet rested on the bed's platform. He kissed her inner thighs and bit the sensitive skin as payback from before. She whined at his stimulation. Her center was already glistening with her arousal. He played around with his fingers before he tasted her with his mouth. She was ready. It felt silky, slippery, and hot. He licked her from the bottom up, ending on her clit. She whimpered. He smiled to himself and reached for her hand. Dilan held onto him as he suck tentavely at her clit. "Mmm!" He lashed at her center several times before he entered her with his tongue. She gasped. Then he switched to his finger. "Ahh! A-aahh!" When Dilan's nails dug into Baran's hand, he knew he had found the spot. To amplified her pleasure, he sucked at her clit, this time with hard pulls that had her crying his name. "Baran!" She arched her back, and her feet rested on her heels. He could feel the pressure growing around his finger as it moved. He pulled it out and quickly quieted her protests when he entered her with two fingers. He was relentless until her legs began trembling around him. She tried to regain control by closing her legs, but he didn't let her. He spreaded kisses in and around her pussy. When he was sure she was satiated, he stopped and lay next to her. She turned to her side and pulled his face to her. She kissed him in rapture until they were both breathing heavily. "More." She demanded, and Baran was happy to abide.