The Best Is Yet To Come

Sex On Fire

Sanem's ears perk up at the sound of birds chirping during the early morning hours. Why are there birds chirping in her room? She normally leaves the window open during the summer months, but she rarely hears birds chirping away in Athens. She turns over to bury her face in the blanket when she finds she can't move. It finally hits her. She's not back in her little house, but where she's meant to be. Her destiny is with the sleeping man next to her on the hammock.

After their first and second round on the air mattress, she couldn't get enough of him.  Sanem survived years of missing his touch, but after their unplanned tussle in the kitchen a few weeks back, her imagination has gone on overtime. She imagined all the places she wishes he'll take her and make her see the rainbow. In a moment of sleepy pillow talk, Sanem mentioned the list to Can, and what did her husband do? He picked her up, wrapped her legs around his waist, and carried her over to the hammock.

Sanem remembers the way her legs clenched around Can's waist and she wrapped her arms around his neck for dear life. It really wasn't necessary because Can's arms tightened around her as if she's the most precious thing in his life. It's a stark contrast to his strong, assured gait. She knows he wants to experience what she wants and he will do whatever he can to make her happy. The thought spiked her libido through the roof.

Sanem sucked hard on her husband's neck. From the sound of Can's hiss, she sucked a little too hard. She looked down and saw her handiwork and smiled. Good luck trying to cover that up, Divit. The thought of leaving her mark on her man sent waves of lust down to her velvet lounge. Sanem kissed and tongued her masterpiece with reverence. Can held onto her tighter and made a run towards the hammock.

Can stopped next to the hammock and set her down softly. She knew he was confused. After all, this is her fantasy. She softly nudged him and bless his heart, he understood her completely. Her gorgeous hubby plopped himself down on the hammock and lay down. Sanem watched his abs contract with every breath he took and a light bulb lit in her head. She hitched her left leg over the hammock and sat on Can's legs. She slowly traced the curves of his abs with the blunt end of her nails. He shivered under her touch and she felt drunk from the power it gave her.

Her tongue soon replaced her nails and Can bucked underneath her. From her vantage point, she could see him licking his lips. Sanem trailed her tongue over the contours of her husband's perfectly chiseled stomach, and from the way Can fisted her hair, she knew her darling love would unleash the caveman soon. She needed to step up her game before Can got his way again.

Without any kind of warning, Sanem licked Can's hard-on from base to tip. Her husband's husky moans went straight to her core and she felt something in her come to life. She swirled her tongue around his engorged head and proceeded to devour his dick like it was her favorite lollipop. Her lover was beside himself. She could feel him trying to fight against what his body wanted. All the times they've made love, he's always been respectful and loving. Even when he's rough, he's still gentle. It's sweet but last night she was craving the rough Turk. She wanted him to lose control and she knew exactly how to do it.

Sanem once read in a magazine that all men love oral sex. Her husband is no different. No matter how much Can Divit tries to hide his excitement whenever she tries to perform some form of fellatio on him, he can't hide the little glint in his eyes. He loves oral sex but he loves her more. All he cares about is her pleasure, but it all changed last night. Nothing could stop her from getting a reaction out of him. She clamped her mouth on her husband's penis and sucked hard. Can's hands automatically went to her head and pushed it down. His natural instinct gave her the confidence to push the boundaries a little more.

Sanem unlocked her jaw a little more and sucked a little harder. Every time her head descended further down, she could feel his member get a little harder in her mouth. The hands tangled in her hair squeezed a little harder. She experimentally pumped the velvet stick a little harder when she slid back up. The slightly salty taste in her mouth indicated he was close. Sanem sucked harder and moved her hand faster. She could feel Can trying to lift her head out of his crotch, but she didn't care. She wanted what she wanted,  and she'd do it. It was too late to back out. She'd gotten a taste of him and she wanted the full buffet. Sanem moaned on his dick and she felt Can shoot his shot in her mouth. She swallowed and licked every single drop she could get out of him.

Can looked wrecked. You did that, her inner voice screamed while dancing. She can't help but agree, but she's now all hot and bothered. From the look of Can's softening member, she's going to have to take care of this herself. Can must've realized what was happening as well. He sits up and roughly kisses her. The taste of his essence along with the taste of his lips is making her burn. She shamelessly sits on Can's lap and rubs her wetness over his ramrod. The only thing she cares about is getting her rocks off.

She should've known better than to underestimate her man. Once Can put his head into something, he'd make it happen. His turn around time was astonishing. Sanem could feel his dick on her entrance and with one thrust up, he was filling her to the hilt. She rode him slow at first. The soft sway of the hammock gives her enough momentum to raise herself up and down. Their slow dance leads to more aggressive coupling. In no time, she was seeing stars and collapsed on Can's chest. It took her a minute to get her heartbeat down. Can chuckled. She knew he was feeling pretty good about himself and she told him so. They traded kisses and loving caresses until they fell asleep.
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Sanem stares at the gorgeous man sleeping next to her. She eyes the way his chest rises and falls softly. She reaches out her hand and tenderly traces the features of his face. For years, she'd imagined this scenario. When life became too hard, she would transport herself back to their honeymoon. Her hand travels down to the planes of his chest to his tattoo. She remembers how her tongue traced the dark outline. The combined taste of sweat and salt is something of an aphrodisiac to her.

"If you wanted another round, you definitely have my attention." Sanem's eyes snap higher to meet Can's twinkling eyes. She knows the smile she gives him is full of love. Can moves a stray hair away from her forehead and runs his hand down to the side of her face. Sanem can't help but stare at his mouth. He has such a beautiful mouth. It will be more beautiful if that mouth is attached to her lips and other parts of her. It's at the tip of her tongue to mention it to him when the shrill ringing of a phone interrupts their little cocoon.

Sanem tries to hide her face in Can's chest and not leave their little love fest. She knows who is on the other line. Well, two guesses as to who it is and their last names are Divit. She gets off the hammock and hunts for her cell phone. Her darling daughter is looking for her father. Sanem hands over the phone to her laughing husband. Of course his princess would look for him.

Her poor parents. She knows how bossy Violet can be. Nothing will ever deter that little girl especially when it's something she desperately wants. And right now, she wants her father to come and pick her up. Orion is probably just nodding his head and watching his twin make demands. So much for her lazy morning with Can.

After Can gets off the phone with the kids, she makes her way back to the hammock and lies back down to cuddle. "Five more minutes?" he says. It takes her back to the first time he says those words. She knew five minutes will never be enough. It was true then and it's true now. Five more minutes. They can have another five more.