Mine

Chapter Ten

Heaven isn't too far away...

Miray doesn't register what he's about to do at first. She's suddenly shy, which is ridiculous considering they've already slept together, but they haven't done this. No one has ever done this to her. She's heard about it, seen it on screen but... Kubilay has offered to but she's never been able to feel free enough to let him try. She doesn't mind doing it to him but it's not the first thing on her list of favourite ways to make love to her husband. She quickly shuts the door in her mind on that train of thought. She cannot let thoughts of her husband intrude here. This place, here, with Boran is sacred to her.

That means this is too, she tells herself and she gives herself up to his mouth with a moan. His mouth is between her legs, gentle over the fabric of her panties, nuzzling, testing before he hooks his fingers into the fabric and starts to pull down. She bites her lip, telling herself she wants this, she wants this with him. He slips a finger between her folds, parting them. She's already wet and her breathing is shaky as she watches him.

He looks up at her as if he can sense her trepidation. She sees a beat of surprise flicker behind his eyes. "If you want me to stop, just say the word."

She nods. "It's okay."

Boran smiles and returns to his task. His lips move along the soft skin of her inner thighs first. His cheeks are slightly stubbled and the hair tickles her skin. Miray fights the urge to squirm and takes a deep breath. The breath catches on a sob when she feels the tip of his tongue test her folds.

He knows, she thinks. He knows she's never done this before. His tenderness brings fresh tears to her eyes and she rapidly blinks them back before he can see. The sun hits him there against his hair and his back, making his brown curls almost a reddish gold, giving him the softened appearance of an angel. Miray slides her fingers into his air and his tongue sweeps along her folds now with a little more pressure, making her belly tighten with sweet tension.

Boran's finger follows the path of his tongue and Miray whimpers needfully. He alternates, stroking, licking and every so often he eases a finger inside of her, adding more and more pressure each time.

"God..." Miray moans as the climb in her belly builds and builds. Her nervousness is gone, replaced with a hunger for release so intense that it shocks her. Her fingers in his hair tighten but if she's hurting him he gives no indication. Boran is intent on his purpose.

She had no idea it would be like this, this powerful. She should have known that with him, it could be no other way. Her body is his to master, like an instrument he has learned how to play. Miray wants to bear down and take more of his delicious torment. He nudges her to spread her legs wider and then takes one of her legs into his strong warm hand and drapes it over his bare shoulder. Miray arches against the wall as her body opens more fully to him and his mouth hits a new angle against her core. He tells her to brace herself and then takes her other leg and drapes it over his other shoulder. The only thing keeping her upright now is Boran and the wall she's leaning against.

She grips his head but the worry she's going to fall quickly dissipates because now Boran steps up his assault. His tongue moves quicker, his fingers deeper and he alternates to sucking the bundle of nerves at her core and fucking her with one finger, then two.

She bites her lip, stifling the urge to scream as her orgasm hovers on the edges of her nerves. Boran stops only for a second, Miray glares down at him and he chuckles at the look.

"I only want to say you don't have to be quiet here. Scream, my Miray, scream your pleasure as loud as you want," he says as he thrusts his fingers inside of her. "Because I mean to make you scream here again and again."

The determined glint is his eyes is almost her undoing before he bends back down to show her the truth of his words. His hands are on the tops of her thighs, holding her securely on his shoulders as his mouth worships her. It feels like a blissful eternity as he feasts on her, but is in reality only a few minutes when like a lightning bolt, she comes. She comes with a shocked scream of his name. With the exception of the first time he pushed himself into her, Miray has never come this quickly. Her body bows forward as the orgasm slams into her and she digs her nails into Boran's shoulders as the world around her ceases to exist except for the warm, devastating mouth between her legs.

His lips are gentle now and after he slowly eases her legs back down, Boran moves back and looks up at her with a sweet, almost proud expression on his face. "Enjoyed that, did we?" he asks with a grin.

She's still unable to speak, her body still popping with little aftershocks. The blissful fog is starting to dissipate and Miray thinks that she wants to do the exact same thing to him. When he gets to his feet again. She reaches for the buckle of the belt on the pants he's still wearing. He leans over her and nuzzles her neck before whispering in her ear. "Turn around, my Miray."

Miray looks at him with a beat of confusion. "You don't want me to do the same to-"

He smiles. "Not this time. I don't think I could handle your beautiful mouth on me just yet, though...God, I've dreamt of this mouth. Not yet. Turn around."

She hears his zipper coming down, hears the rustling of clothes, the sound of tearing foil and then the pleasurable heat of his body against her back. He splays his fingers open against her stomach and nuzzles her shoulder from behind. Miray arches back against his chest and tilts her neck. Boran slides his mouth along her skin while his hands come up to cup her breasts. She bites her lip as his warm hands cup her skin. . His fingers move over her nipples and instantly they tighten in response. Her entire body responds to him, like a flower to the sun. She opens to him, moves towards him. She can never get close enough. She always wants more of him, to gorge herself on him. Miray's love of him is the most obscenely selfish thing she's ever done, but it's too strong for her to care. It's stronger than she can resist.

He inches inside of her ever so slowly this time and Miray falls back against with a moan as the thought caresses the edges of her mind to tangle with the shiver of pleasure. This man owns me. He absolutely owns me, body, heart and soul and he will own me until the day I die. Miray covers his hands on her breasts with her own and links her fingers with his.

"I love you," he groans into her hair. Boran brings their entwined hands forward to brace them both against the wall and begins to move inside of her. "God, I fucking love you..."

Miray turns her head to find his mouth. "I love you too," she sighs before meeting his lips. His tongue meets her as they find their rhythm and it's too good, too perfect and within minutes, she's coming again and he's following soon after.