In celebration of Lisatober ;)
The sun struggled to break through the heavy, dark clouds that had gathered in the sky overnight. The muted morning light coming through the window in the attic room of the mountain house covered Serkan and Eda like a blanket, cocooning them in their own little world.
They lay on their sides, facing each other. Their hands were joined and rested on the bed between their chests. They watched their fingers dancing together, fascinated by how, as their fingers moved, they couldn't see where Eda ended and Serkan began.
"I wish we could stay here forever, Serkan. Can we?" Eda shivered suddenly and tugged at the covers to burrow underneath them, leaving Serkan exposed to the chilly November morning air.
Serkan pulled them back. "Hey, cover stealer!" He kissed her cheek and his lips pulled into a gentle smile. "Are you cold?"
She smiled back. "A little."
"I can keep you warm. Come here." He pulled her closer to him, and she snuggled into him, fitting herself into his embrace. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly against her body while Serkan stroked her hair.
A steady rain started falling outside, and the sound of it against the window was a lullaby.
"You're going to make me fall asleep again." Eda sighed contentedly and rubbed her cheek against his smooth bare chest before turning her face to press her lips against his skin.
Serkan chuckled. "We didn't get much sleep last night." Serkan looked down at her, his eyebrows raised. She blushed and hid her face in his chest, making him laugh again. "It's a lazy Sunday, Eda; we can stay in bed all day. There's nothing I'd like more."
"Really?" Her eyes were still closed and his hand continued to move over her hair, relaxing her. "You? Lazy? I didn't think you even knew the meaning of the word. No exercise? No work? You're just going to stay here in bed with me all day?" She tipped her head back so she could see him, and his feelings were written so clearly on his face, in his eyes. She could see his love for her, and it made her love him even more.
He brought his hand to her face and his thumb skimmed across her cheekbone. "Yes. I just want you all to myself today."
She covered his hand with hers and turned her face into his palm and kissed it. "I love you, Serkan Bolat."
"I love you, Eda Yıldız." He kissed her lips softly and she hummed. She'd never been so blissfully happy. "And...there are so many ways I can think of for us to get our exercise in while we're in bed." He winked at her.
"I think you're right." She hugged him again, pressing the full length of her body against his, feeling his erection against her stomach.
She caught sight of a guitar in the corner of the room, and her attention shifted. She pulled back excitedly. "Serkan! You have a guitar here?"
He slowly released a breath, urging his body to adjust to the sudden change of subject. He looked behind him to see what she was seeing. "Ah, yes. I haven't played that one for a little while."
"Will you play for me? Lütfen, Serkan. I love to watch you play. You play so beautifully." She held his face in both hands and looked at him with the pleading eyes he couldn't resist.
"Bakma bana öyle."
"And you're so sexy when you play..." She looked at him through her lashes and softly kissed the corner of his mouth.
He ducked his head and blushed. "Okay, okay. I'll play for you."
Her face broke into a wide smile and her eyes sparkled. She gave him loud kisses all over his face and he laughed. "You're the best boyfriend in the world, the most romantic robot."
He rolled his eyes at her, still smiling. "I know, I know." He disentangled himself from her and stood up.
He was completely naked...and gorgeous. She sat up cross-legged with the sheet tucked under her arms. Her eyes moved over his body in appreciation as he picked up his jeans from the floor and pulled them on. They sat low on his hips, accentuating the curve of his ass and the V that disappeared into the front of his jeans.
He leaned over to pick up the guitar and she moaned quietly. He looked over at her, saw the pure lust in her eyes, and smirked. This was going to be fun.
He sat on the edge of the bed, facing her. He strummed and made adjustments until the guitar was in tune, then he started playing.
She recognized the song--it was one of her favorites. He played the first verse, and when he got to the chorus, he started singing and she thought she would faint. His voice was rich and beautiful, and his eyes looked straight into her soul as he sang.
That may be all I'll need
In darkness, Eda's all I see
He smiled as he sang to her, and she covered her face with her hands, overwhelmed and giddy in love.
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave
Overcome with desire for her, he put the guitar down on the floor and crawled over her on the bed until she was lying back against the pillows.
Fingers trace your every outline
He leaned down and kissed her, whispering the words against her mouth. Her heart beat madly and her face was flaming. She swallowed hard as he sat up on his haunches and pulled the sheet down to bare her to him, his fingers lightly skating down her body, over her curves.
He uttered the next line in a gravelly voice that betrayed his barely-restrained need for her.
Paint a picture with my hands.
He gripped her hips, then smoothed his hands up her flat stomach to her breasts, where his fingers drew maddening patterns around her nipples, driving her crazy. Eda squirmed underneath him, arching her back to push her breasts more firmly into his hands.
She reached up and grabbed his face, pulling his mouth down to hers. They kissed like they were starving for each other. His tongue invaded her mouth, tasting every part of her, sucking on her tongue. He pushed her legs apart and she moaned in relief when he settled his hips against hers, grinding his hard cock against the wet heat between her legs.
"Eda." He was desperate for her. His hand cupped her sex, his fingers gliding through her wetness.
She reached between them and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down his hips. "Off." She couldn't form whole sentences anymore. She raised her legs, closing her thighs around his ribcage, and she pushed his pants down his legs with her feet. She got them down to his ankles and he kicked them the rest of the way off.
She took him in her hand, guiding him to where she needed him and he sunk into her, his eyes falling closed briefly. He opened his eyes to find her eyes taking in his face as if she were trying to memorize every detail. He kissed her forehead and her cheek as his hand reached down to pull her thigh further up his body, allowing him to sink deeper into her, eliciting a moan from both of them. She wrapped her arms and legs around him; he threaded his fingers through her hair, his hand cradling her head.
They started moving together, instinct taking over. Their bodies melded together; they held each other close, their eyes connected, their lips constantly seeking each other out.
Their love was quiet, the sound of the rain, their breaths and sighs and whispers filling the silence. They gently urged each other's pleasure, their mutual climax sneaking up on them. Serkan buried his face in her neck as he came, and she held onto him tightly, like a life preserver in rough waters.
When he recovered, he lifted his head and looked down at her. He moved her hair out of her face with his index finger. She reached up and caressed his face, her thumb tracing his lower lip. He kissed her thumb, and then leaned down to kiss her lips before he spoke into her ear.
And I never want to leave.
