The Protector: Hakan & Nisan

Chapter 8

He ripped open her shirt, buttons flying everywhere. She helped him pull off her pants as quickly as possible. Her black lace bra and panties had him all but salivating as he finally tore his lips away to look at her underneath him on the bed, panting, eyes dilated, hands reaching out to him in desperation.

She was all his, whether either of them liked it or not. And, he finally admitted, he was all hers.

"You're so goddamn beautiful," he whispered, suddenly still, suddenly gentle, running the back of his hand down the side of her barely covered breast, her silky, naked torso, taking her all in with his hungry eyes but barely touching her. She wasn't like any of the others that came before. She was older, wiser, sexier. She was powerful and his body vibrated in response to her.

He slid the sides of her delicate panties down, slowly, carefully, over creamy, writhing hips. He all at once didn't want to rush this. He wanted to take his time with her and savor this feeling, this amazing flood of emotion so intense it eradicated all of the anguish of the moment before. It was such a sweet if overwhelming relief to feel this good. And so he planned to take his time with her.

But she had other plans. Suddenly her desire turned dark and greedy and she pushed him almost angrily off of her. He fell on his back beside her on the bed and then it was her turn to mount him, touch him, tease him.

She pulled his t-shirt hastily up over his head and sucked and nipped at his neck, bare chest, taut stomach, repeatedly pushing his hands away when he tried to touch her. When she licked and nipped him below his belly button, just under the ridge of his jeans, he moaned her name and attempted to reach out to her again.

She pinned both of his hands above his head then and looked down on him. "Don't move your hands until I say so." She was in charge now and he could only helplessly play whatever game she wanted to as she quickly slid her bra off and hovered over him, completely naked and glorious.

His heart was pounding in his ears as she unzipped his jeans and licked and bit at his sensitive skin she exposed between belly button and bulging penis.

He couldn't take it another second, bringing his hands down and pushing his jeans and boxer briefs down in one efficient move. "Can I touch you now?" he asked gruffly as she studied his rock hard penis with pleasure.

"Say please," she purred, the look in her eyes dark and dangerous. Then she surprised him again by grabbing onto his penis with one self-assured fist, making him jump.

"Please," was his instant, guttural groan. To his utter disappointment, she dropped his cock anyway, grabbing both of his hands in her own and bringing them up to cup her breasts, rubbing them roughly against her sensitive nipples in growing excitement and anticipation.

"Touch me down there," she ordered after only a minute, hungry and starving for more. "Now."

He gladly obliged, taking his fingers and gently inserting them inside of her, relishing how wet and ready she already was for him.

He moved his fingers back and forth and she rode up and down his capable, strong hand until she suddenly exploded mere moments later, surprising them both. She threw her head back and cried out as the ripples of pleasure overcame her entire body and consumed all of her senses. She hadn't had an orgasm like this in a very, very long time. Perhaps centuries.

She rode his hand another minute until the glorious waves subsided and then she looked down at him and smiled the most magnificent smile he'd ever seen. She was one satisfied, triumphant, fulfilled woman. His heart burst with more than desire in that moment and he slowly grinned back up at her. He could have died a happy man then, having pleased her, but she wasn't done with him just yet and thank God for it. He'd never felt so hard, so in need of release.

"Lover, " she huskily promised as she leaned down to French kiss him with her sweet tongue, "your turn."

She went quickly from his mouth to his penis, shocking his system once more as she took him fully into her mouth with one swift motion and started sucking and fisting him up and down hard with no build up. All the blood in his whole body seemed to rush straight to his groin and he felt light-headed and dizzy with the instantaneous mind-buzzing pleasure of it all. 

Then she suddenly eased up on his pulsing cock, tracing the upper ridge of its head with her tongue and suckling on its tip, her lips forming a rough suction that sometimes had her teeth scraping at the sensitive skin, making him groan and writhe with the pleasure-pain. For long minutes she alternated tracing the head of his cock with her tongue and sucking on its tip until he pleaded hoarsely, "Nisan." He needed more. Now.  Or he was going to lose his damn mind. He needed to be inside her, claiming, pounding, fucking...exploding.  The anticipation and agony were almost unbearable now.

But she pushed him further to the edge, taking him fully into her mouth again until he was touching the back of her throat, her lips and fist tighter, faster with each stroke up and down.  They both were moaning and he could feel the vibrations of her moans in his groin which only enhanced his pleasure. He was getting close and couldn't hold on much longer. "Nisan," he warned huskily, "I can't hold on much longer."  He wanted to be inside of her but he was fast losing all control.

Abruptly she pulled away, dropping his dick completely, leaving him  exposed, untouched. He looked up at her in shock, and something akin to pain. "Nisan?" he warned and begged simultaneously.

"Say please, my love," she demanded as she hovered over him, naked and glorious, punishing and primed. Her desire had turned dark again and her onyx eyes flashed with something that looked a lot like danger married to fury.  She seemed angry again, almost mocking him, but for what his buzzing mind could not quite comprehend. "Beg me not to stop."

"Please," he said hastily, easily, more than ready to beg in that moment of painful need. His voice was a rough whisper over rocky gravel. "Don't stop."

But it wasn't quite enough begging for her just yet. She was having way too much fun, lingering over him and staring down into his pained face.

"Say 'please fuck me, Nisan,'" she insisted, pushing him back when he tried to sit up and grab for her. 

He looked up at her in surprise then, studying her face. Was she angry with him, with them, for doing this? Why was she making him beg?  But there on the precipice of release, he didn't know and couldn't care. He needed this, needed her. He was desperate, with no pride, no instinct for self-preservation to speak of. "Please fuck me, Nisan," he begged quietly, gruffly, staring straight into her eyes.

And so she did. She took him in her hand and guided him into her wet and ready vagina. He closed his eyes in ecstasy and groaned. Finally, his ravaged mind thought. He was finally inside of her, where he yearned and needed to be for so long, much longer than he'd even acknowledged.   He was finally where he belonged.

They moved together in sync, like old lovers, slowly at first and then hurriedly as passion and lust began to build, like new lovers. He was getting close again and she could sense it. Suddenly she stopped again, pulling up and away from him so that he slid completely out of her and he thought he'd go mad. "Nisan!" he rasped angrily, grabbing at her raised hips. His eyes questioned. His whole body begged.

She raised her eyebrows at him and he knew what she wanted from him. "Nisan," he said quietly, gruffly, a man barely holding on to his already tenuous sanity, "please."

And then she rewarded him by taking him back inside of her once more and riding him hard up and down until he exploded inside of her with so much intensity he saw stars.  They both shouted in triumph, though the orgasm was just his this time.