Another drabble, just to take our minds off of sadness and jealousy and take us back to the Serkan who is addicted to Eda and makes Eda's blood boil...in a good way. ;)
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"Serkan! Serkan, I have to get ready."
He's behind me, his body pressed against me, kissing my neck. His hands are running up and down my arms. Even as I scold him for distracting me, I can't hide my smile as I crane my neck to the side to give him easier access.
I'm in my bra and panties in front of the mirror, trying to do my makeup. I'm holding my blending brush in my hand.
He's naked and wet, just out of the shower. He's towel-dried his hair, and it stands in wet spikes on the top of his head. He smells incredible. I close my eyes and inhale his dizzying scent.
He smiles knowingly at my reflection in the mirror and lifts his head only long enough to carefully gather my hair in one hand and sweep it over my opposite shoulder, out of his way.
"We've already been gone too long." My voice is unconvincing, even to my own ears. "Haven't you had enough of me yet?" I smiled at him.
We snuck away for lunch, because all morning in the office we couldn't stay away from each other. We kept trying to find ways to bump into each other. He'd call me into his office for silly reasons and I'd find myself pinned against the shelves with Serkan's mouth on mine, his hands all over my body. I must have taken five cups of coffee to him so I could see his face, so I could hug him and bury my nose in his chest and just smell him.
Needless to say, when we got home, the only thing we consumed was each other.
He smiles back at me. "I can't ever get enough of you, Eda." He kisses my shoulder and I shiver. "It's impossible. You make me go out of my head." He traces his nose along my shoulder and opens his mouth to suck on the tender skin of my neck.
I whimper. "You know what you do to me, Serkan." I raise my hand to my face and press the backs of my fingers against my hot cheek. He's still kissing my neck, his soft lips a balm to my overheated skin. "But you're not being fair. I have this important meeting with Idil Hanım and you know I can't be late--we can't be late."
His arms come around me, his right hand resting on my hip, his left splayed out on my stomach, the tips of his fingers skimming the top of my panties. I read his intent in his face and my pulse quickens, visibly jumping at the base of my throat.
"I promise I'll be quick, Eda." He meets my eyes in the mirror and they're that glowing honey-gold color they get when he's aroused. The way he wants me makes me desperate for him. "I just..." His fingers work their way into my panties and down my stomach and I clutch his forearm. He speaks into my ear, his voice a low rumble that makes my core clench with need. "I just want to touch you. I just want to make you come for me. Right here, so you can see how beautiful you are...why I'm so addicted to you."
The brush I'd been holding drops to the counter with a faint clatter.
"Serkan." I speak his name, but it's little more than a breath. There's nothing else for me to say, because his hand is already between my legs, his fingers moving over my slick, sensitive flesh. I lean back, letting him bear my weight, and my head falls against his shoulder. He kisses my cheek with so much tenderness that I feel like my heart is going to burst with how much I love him. I'm overwhelmed with emotion; A lump forms in my throat. I swallow it and kiss him back, blinking back the tears that suddenly spring to my eyes. I reach up to thread my fingers through his damp hair and scratch my nails over his scalp as his fingers continue their slow torment between my legs.
His body is hard behind mine and I push back against him without thinking, my body seeking him out. He groans into my ear, his fingers tighten their grip on my hip. "I love the way your body responds to mine. You're so beautiful. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, Eda."
His touch becomes less gentle, more purposeful. His middle finger slides into me, and his palm slides over me with every thrust of his finger into my body. I moan loudly. He's touching all the right places. I feel the tension building in my body and I know soon it'll be too tight to hold. He can't stop; he can't stop now. "Serkan. Serkan, please." I close my eyes tightly and pull his hair. He kisses my shoulder. My blood sizzles in my veins; I feel like my skin is steaming.
"You're all I think about. When I'm with you, I have to touch you. When I'm not with you, I feel like I can't breathe. What have you done to me?"
I pull his head to mine and kiss him in answer, giving him all my emotion, all my wanting, and he kisses me back with just as much passion, our teeth clashing and tongues tangling. I feel like I'm melting into him, merging into him. His hand comes up to squeeze my breast and he pinches my nipple through my bra, sending a jolt of electricity through me. His hand moves fast and hard against me.
He takes his lips from mine and I gasp for air. My chest heaves with every breath. "I'm so close." I whine, impatient now for the release I know is coming. I look at his face in the mirror; he's watching me. His brow is furrowed with effort; he's determined to make me fall apart.
"I know, nefesim, aşkım." He smooths my hair away from my face. "Come for me." He turns my face toward his and kisses my eyelids. "Open your eyes and look at yourself. Look at us."
I do, and what I see takes my breath away. We are art: Entwined limbs, heated skin, tousled hair, swollen lips, eyes full of love and lust. The tension that's been winding within me can't wind any tighter and suddenly it's released, and it spins out of control and I feel like my heart stops beating. I hold my breath, my mouth is open but I can't make a sound.
Serkan turns me in his arms and holds me against him, stroking my hair and my back. He kisses the top of my head. "I love you so much." He says the words into my hair, and the warmth of his breath seems to travel from the top of my head all through my body, relaxing me.
I smile up at him and hold his face in my hands. His eyes are so soft; I drown in them. "You love me like crazy, Serkan Bolat?"
He gives me his adorable lopsided smile. "Like crazy, Eda Yıldız."
