The Art of Love

Askim, I Keep your Heart in my Heart

The ocean breeze and the sound of seagulls slowly made there way into her consciousness. Sleep was still tugging at her but she felt too warm and unable to move. Her body felt heavy and she wondered for a moment why that would be. The softness of the bed and the feeling of calmness were pulling her back into a dreamy fog if not for the weight across her legs and abdomen. Slowly opening her eyes a little at a time she realized that dawn was breaking and the room was slowly filling with morning sunlight. She stretched an arm over her head but at not being able to do the same with the other, she frowned at the sudden feeling of heat along her back. Her eyes popped open and shifted to the side only to find the unmistakable body of Can Divit pushed up against her with an arm over her hip and across her belly and a leg in between the two of hers. She kept a lid on the gasp that nearly escaped her lips. The feeling was amazing and slightly worrisome. Suddenly she felt her body temperature quickly beginning to rise. "Can....Can" she tried to move him but instead he simply pulled her into him and held on tighter. "Well look what you've managed to do girl.....how will you get out of this one?". Sanem balked at the innuendo of her voice and shushed it quickly. She looked down at his large hand that was somewhere between her hips and her chest and groaned at the fluttering of her belly and heart. She was sure he would be able to feel it's pounding. Tentatively at first and lightly she touched his hand and felt the smooth texture of his skin and the heat that poured off it. She traced his long fingers and looked at the perfectly kept nails and wondered what this man did to look like he did. Good genes for sure but they were on steroids by the evidence of just how beautiful he was. She looked at the veins that ran chorded up his arm and touched it softly while relishing the moment that would soon end. The seagulls noisy chatter filled the morning air as he shifted, her eyes nearly popping out of her head at the feel of him behind and against her. His hips were aligned with hers and she could not mistake the feel of his arousal. She sucked in her breath praying that she could slip out of his hold before he woke up and put some space between them before she passed out from the feelings running rampant through her body. She felt his slow rhythmic breathing on her neck and the curiosity was too tempting too dismiss as she turned to look at him and was rewarded with the most gorgeous image of his profile. God in heaven he was beautiful. He stirred again and she turned quickly and closed her eyes determined to not let him know she was awake if he woke up. Perhaps he would get out of the bed first. She couldn't quite believe it, but there was no mistaking it. She was in his bed and he was in it too. "Allah Allah, Sanem, your playing with fire". His leg shifted and her whole body moved as he pushed against her once more leaving no doubt about what she had felt on her backside.

Can felt her hands on his and welcomed the light velvety touch on his skin. He realized she had been awake as her breathing had changed. He had been up at least a half hour before her but didn't want to wake her as he realized his arm was beneath her head. He grinned at just how much their bodies had intertwined in the night but felt not an ounce of guilt for it. There might never come a time where this happened again although he would do everything in his power to see that it did. He felt her turn and watch him for a moment and it gave him satisfaction knowing that she found him as desirable as he found her. She was more than that. As he shifted slightly he realized that he wasn't hiding that attraction not one little bit. He had a king size hard on and it was pressed right between her but cheeks. He wouldn't move now for the world but he didn't want to frighten her in any way. The feeling was indescribable and he wished that they could stay this way a little longer. The tensing of her body told him it was time to move and so he shifted and removed his leg from in between hers. He moved away from her and then shifted enough to make her aware that he had awoken. As she made no effort to stir he removed his arm from under her head and then arose from the bed and left the room. He needed a shower fast and walked into her room heading to the bathroom. As he did, her phone rang. He located her purse where he had left it the night before and pulled it out intent on taking it too her but instead looked at the text message that flashed across the screen. "Dearest Sanem.. there's been a change of plans. Looking forward to seeing you in Italy....ciao Bella, Yigit." He nearly broke the phone as his hand fisted at his side feeling the familiar anger rise to the surface. Yigit. He just couldn't understand how she had ended up working for him of all people. He was a miserable snake and anyone who was anyone in the business knew it. Of course Sanem wasn't in the business. She was a student learning the business and on the artistic side of it but she should have been better informed. Italy. She hadn't mentioned it, was she intending to stay or was it that she just didn't feel the need to inform him? It irked him but he had no say in her life. If only he could win her heart then there would be no need for Italy  and Yigit. For the moment he would leave it. She had had a horrible incident and he meant to take her mind off it. He hopped in the shower and hoped that she would be willing to start swimming lessons today.