* part two of the previous chapter *
He wakes up with a sense of someone's lips trailing his neck. He slept on the couch that night again, not because Ayse wanted him to, on the contrary, she was the one insisting that he should sleep on the same bed with her.
The problem was that he couldn't trust himself around her, especially now that he got a taste of her, quite literally. She left the house after Riza called using Gonca as a cover as to where she spent the night. After a lot of conversations and debates they finally allowed her to come back to him.
He was feeling so content when seeing her twirling around his room tiding up the mess he created the past days. He was just sitting there, in his beloved couch smiling like an idiot.
She's in a new pair of PJs that are extremely short and thin for winter. Yes the shirt is long-sleeved and long but underneath that there's a short that's really short.
"My life you will get cold if you sleep like this."
"I'll be fine, I'll have you warming me up. Won't you come?" she asks as she settles in.
"Nope." He gulps and takes a deep breath. I'm fine here."
"But..."
"It's been a long day my love. Tomorrow, ok?" He says and he tries to sleep without thinking about her gorgeous legs.
Which brings us back to the present. He's dreaming of her again. Something definitely pg 18 when he feels her lips on his neck. Soft, open and wet kisses all over the column of his neck going lower and lower, making his blood pressure rise. He opens his eyes slowly only to close them moments later when her lips touch his pulse and her teeth scrap his skin.
"Good morning." Her voice husky, like she has just woken up.
"Good morning." He says and a moan escapes his lips.
She's on the top of him, since the couch can't fit them both otherwise, so every move she makes causes the type of friction that drives him insane. His hands are now on her hips pulling her closer, his fingers digging in the soft flesh of her ass. Normally he would be more restrained, more pent up but hey she's the one who decide to wake him up with neck kisses so...
"Do I get to ask what did I do to deserve that treatment?" He asks almost breathless when she leads her hand under his shirt touching his bare skin. His hands are flexing over her butt and with one sharp move he pulls her higher.
Ayşe leaves out a sigh when she's face to face with him but she continues tracing his chest with her fingers.
"Do I need a reason? Aren't you my husband?" Her lips impossible close to his, her voice a sexy whisper.
"I'm not complaining my love, on the contrary, I just didn't expect..." her hand is going lower and lower until she's almost ready to dive inside his underwear "oh oh Ayşe wait." He says breathless yet again. How does she do it? He's the experienced one, she's not even novice and here he is trying to stop her. How the tables have turned...
"Why? It's not like you don't like this..." She says as she feels his erection growing under her hand.
"The opposite! You have to stop. Please don't stop." He says hissing.
