Rules of Engagement- A CanEm AU

Chapter 10. Look At Me (M)

Previously

"I'm going to make love to you now, Sanem", he said, voice heavy with passion and promise.

Her eyes flashed with desire, "Biliyorum"

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P.S : This chapter is rated M (Mature)

Can carried her into his bedroom and lay her down gently, then he straightened, stood still, and stared at her for a beat. She looked luminous in the dimmed light, and a little shy, and maybe just a little bit apprehensive; and a part of him that wondered if he was doing the right thing.

Perhaps she sensed his trepidation, because she reached out her hand - willing him to take it.

He interlaced his fingers with hers - he did not have the power to resist.

She scooted, making room for him on the bed, and they lay on their sides facing each other. He held her face between his large, surprisingly gentle hands, and ran his thumb slowly over her lips. Emboldened, and perhaps to prove to him that she was ready, she opened her mouth, took his thumb in, and sucked. That drew a sharp hiss from him.

He pulled her to him so their mouths were aligned and barely touching. Their noses grazed. He brought his lips closer till there was just a hair's breadth between them, then he waited - his breath fanning her lips. When he finally touched his lips to hers, she let out a soft moan. It was all the encouragement he needed. He sucked on her lips, devouring them, and coaxed her mouth open. He slipped his tongue in, and it swept the inside of her mouth before tangling with hers, and she whimpered in response. He held her round, firm bottom and pulled her flush against him, and she gasped at the sudden feel of his hardness against her body.

She tugged at his pants, wanting to get closer still, wanting to feel his skin against hers. His urgency matched her own, and he unhooked his pants and pulled it off in one quick motion, taking his boxers with it. She ran a hand under his shirt, reveling in the feel of the muscles on his back. He reached for the zipper of her dress, looking her in the eye, seeking permission before he pulled. She nodded, and an instant later the dress joined his pants on the floor. She tugged sharply at his shirt, fisting it in her palm, and it met the same fate.

She realized that he was naked, and that she was covered only by a barely-there lacy bra, and her underwear. She crossed her arms awkwardly across her body, feeling suddenly shy under his intense gaze. Starting at her shoulder he ran a finger up the length of her arm until his fingers wrapped around her wrists. He gently uncrossed them, pulling them down and away from her body. "You're beautiful, Sanem. Even more beautiful than I imagined", he said reverently.

He kissed her on the lips, "I've dreamed of kissing you here". He kissed the hollow of her neck - "And here...". His lips moved down her neck to kiss the inviting curve of her breasts- "here...", then further down to valley between them - "And here...". He lips drifted lower still, stopping to kiss her belly button, "And here....". His lips slid further down her body. Her toes curled in anticipation and she drew a sharp intake of breath when he reached her panties. He ran his tongue along the edge, "And here.....".

She grabbed at his head, her fingers twisting in his hair, wanting him to stop...yet desperate for him to go on. He smiled against her body, and slid down further till his mouth was at her core, he kissed her through her underwear, "And here...", she bucked against his mouth and cried out "Caaan, stop, lutfen".

His slid up her body till their mouths were aligned again, "Ah canim, I knew you would come alive under me", he groaned, before taking her lips possessively. Sanem arched into him, every part of her being wanted to touch, and be touched.
He pulled at her bra strap and her breasts popped out of its restrains. He covered her right breast with his mouth and sucked deeply. He swirled his tongue around her nipple and felt it harden. He let it go with a pop and blew gently on it and she let out a long "aaah", her head thrashing from side to side at the electric jolt of his cold breath on her warm, wet breast. She felt a deep ache between her legs, and, as if in response, he pulled her panties down and cupped her core. She arched against his palm, her leg lifting of its own accord and wrapping around his thigh, giving him more access. He ran his fingers across her clit, his desire reaching a fever pitch as he felt her wet and ready in his hand.