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Part II

"𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯' 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶
𝘊𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮"

The sun streaks are already passing through the curtains strong enough to wake Eda up. It was a cozy Saturday morning and she didn't wanna wake up, especially when her senses felt the embrace of her man behind her. They slept like that, cuddling. He was the bigger spoon and she was the little spoon, his arms were around her body as she was turned to the left side of the bed. She carefully moved until she could see him. He was angelic, his beard unshaven (her favorite), and his lips were slightly opening in the rhythm of his breath. She caressed his face with her hand, then his eyebrow, and gave him a kiss on the forehead. He was peacefully sleeping and she wouldn't wake him up. Eda was well aware it was a rough week at the office and Serkan was exhausted physically and mentally, so let him get some rest, she thought. Once again, she carefully moved his arm and her sheets to slowly get out of bed without disturbing his sleep. Somebody had to do breakfast.

Serkan felt the sun streaks hitting against his eyelids, and the first thing he thought was to close the curtains. But he's not feeling the warmth of the other body close to him anymore, and opened his eyes to find the space where Eda was supposed to be sleeping empty. He looked at the clock. 7am. What was she doing up 7am in a Saturday?
— Eda? – he called, thinking maybe she was in the bathroom.
Nope. He got up, and as he walked through the hallway, he smelled breakfast. He smiled. Of course she would be making breakfast. As he got to the kitchen, he simply leaned on the door jamb and stood there, appreciating her every move. She loved to cook. And he loved to watch her cooking. She was a master in the kitchen, she did everything so effortlessly. He watched her hands floating like a plume as she dropped the seasoning on the eggs in the frying pan. She was probably half sleepy and too concentrated in her food to pay attention to her surroundings, so he slowly walked to her and hugged her back.
— Günaydın, aşkım.
He said in her ear, in that raspy morning voice of his, and her body shivered.
— Günaydın, tatlım!
She looked at him and smiled.
— I didn't mean to wake you up now, you were tired – she says, worried, then turning her eyesight back to the scrambled eggs.
— Merak etme, you know I can't sleep if you're not in my arms.
— You're so cliche! – she laughs at him, and a dimple appears on her cheek.
He smiles back at her and pulls her head for a quick liplock.
He leans on the kitchen counter near the stove, as he watches her finish the dishes.
— Need help?
— I'm practically done, but can you grab the plates, lütfen?
He walks to the cabinet that stores the plates and handle her two of them. He hugs her from behind again, this time leaning his chin on her shoulder and staying there.
—  I miss you.
— I miss you too. We need to slow down the work schedule, aşkım.
— I'm talking about something else, Eda. I miss your body on mine.
— Is this talk for this early in the morning, Serkan? – she fakes indignation.
— I'm needy. I need you.
— Well, see? Another motivation for you to cut down some work. You won't have time for me – she says, provocative.
— Hmmm, really? I can always make time for you – he whispers on her ear in the same provocative tone.
In an attempt to cut the sudden rise of temperature in that kitchen, she gives him a kiss on the cheek and asks:
— Want to taste it? – she points at the sauce for the scrambled eggs.
— Tamam, gimme – he opens his mouth, like a child. She feeds him a little from the spoon.
— Amazing. As usual. You're gonna teach me how to cook like this someday.
— ASLA! Mardin secrets! – she laughs and gestures a "shh".
She finishes the eggs, and now all that's left is covering the pancakes she'd done earlier with the sauce. She would complete the task quickly and successfully if Serkan wasn't slowly running his lips through her neck and shoulder and giving little kisses. He couldn't help it, she was irresistible. Especially in the morning.
— Aşkım, I'm almost finishi...
Her sentence got lost midway as she felt his hands wandering around her body, making her skin burn with his sensual touch. His hands were everywhere, she felt them on her stomach, on her waist, on her thighs, between her thighs, on her arms, and all that adding to the feeling of his lips on her neck. It didn't take long until his hands found the way to beyond the fabric, caressing her naked skin under her pijama shirt. As quick as hands got there, they left to now explore what was under her pijama shorts. She had stopped working on the food at this point, she had no sanity to do that without breaking or burning something. One of his hands embraced her waist so tightly she thought it would leave a mark. But she soon understood why, as two of his fingers dove inside her most intimate part slowly moving in and out.
— Serkan...
— Mmm.. – his breath was heavy, just like hers. As she was about to continue whatever sentence she was trying to form, his fingers found her sensitive spot, and she arched her back.
— Serkan!
He didn't answer anything. His fingers started moving quicker, in and out of her intimacy as she completely leaned on him, losing all her body strength. She arched and opened her mouth, finding it hard to breathe. She was able to catch a glimpse of him, also breathless. She hadn't done anything to him yet, but she felt him hard. She excited him by simply feeling pleasure. His arm kept steady and tight on her waist, which she was grateful for cause that was the only thing holding her at this point. He slipped a third finger inside of her, and then she lost the rest of sanity she had left. She moaned, her nails finding his arms and scratching them, just to hold onto him as she felt one of the best orgasms of her life.
— Are you done?
He loosened his grip on her waist and got out of her. He took his fingers to his mouth and simply licked it, and that somehow turned her on.
— Dammit Serkan, the food is cold now!
— Do I look like I care about food now?
She rolled her eyes. He'd eat it or she'd shove them on her throat.
— I cooked. You'll eat it.
He found it entertaining to pick on her or simply give her a sarcastic answer, she always clapped back at him and he couldn't (and wouldn't) do nothing but obey.
He grabbed the scrambled eggs as she finished the pancakes she wasn't able to finish before, and then they sat down to eat.

They had talked random things during the short time they took to eat. When they finished, she collected their plates to wash them.
— Hayır!
She heard him say and pull her by the waist to him.
— Ama I need to do the dishes! You can wait, Serkan.
He simply nodded and pretended he didn't hear her protest as he glued his lips on hers for a fiery kiss. She tried to stop that, she truly did. But she had no strength. Or she simply didn't want to. To hell, the dishes on the sink! They started to move clumsily around the kitchen, stumbling on stools and counters as they kissed fiercely. They needed the bedroom, but they didn't want to stop the making out just to find the door out of the kitchen. He grabbed her waist and sat her on a counter, as the kiss automatically got hotter and hotter. She wrapped her legs on his waist, tightening it as strong as she could, until she felt every fiber of him pressed against her. Until she felt his erection pressed against her. Her hands were on his hair, pulling it to all sides in a desperate way to bring him to herself. It was not enough just the kissing anymore, they needed more. Her hands left his hair and stopped on his abs, his toned, delicious abs. First, her fingers tapped through his six packs under his black tank top. As soon as he felt it, every single cell of his body shivered. In a blink, she took his shirt off, managing to fully run both her hands through the whole extension of his chest and abs. Her hands kept alternating between his chest and hair, as both his hands tightened around her waist even more. And she tightened her legs on his waist even more. You wouldn't know where one started and the other ended anymore. They were practically one. But he wanted to feel her naked skin on his skin, so he took as little distance as he could, just enough to take her shirt off, and then glue their bodies back together. They weren't just kissing anymore, their lips were exploring every single part of each other's naked skins now. She started kissing, licking, biting. Then he was kissing, licking, biting. And kissing again. No, not kissing, but rather devouring each other. At one point, his mouth dropped from her lips to her chest, finding her hard nipples and sucking it out, making her lean back with both her hands on the table. And when he slightly bit it, she moaned. He kept alternating between them, sucking, running his tongue and biting. He would drive her insane. When he felt merciful, he finally stopped. She was breathless, but he didn't care. He pulled her to him and they started to make out again. From the waist to the top, they were naked. Feeling each other's skins. He felt her hard nipples pressed against his chest, and realized he didn't want to just tease her anymore. He wanted to give her pleasure, to take her to Heaven and Hell. As her legs were still on his waist, it was easy for him to carry her out of the kitchen to the bedroom. Getting there, he broke the kiss to sit her on the bed, but he barely blinked and she pulled him back on top of her. Soon they switched positions, and now she was on top. He got rid of her shorts, but not her panties. Not yet. She pushed him until he laid on the bed, grabbed his face and kissed him slowly but steady. She parted the kiss, as her lips started to run through his neck... and then chest... and then abs... never taking her eyes off him. As she gets to where she wanted, she runs her lips through his V line and her fingers reach his sweatpants waistband. But he was a pro on switching positions, so in the next second he grabbed her arms and made her go back up, as he sat with her on his lap, spreading her legs around his body once again. He pulled her for a soft, gentle kiss, before she reached his sweatpants again and successfully pulled it down just enough for him to get inside of her.

Now that their minds are not fogged by lust and hormones, Eda remembers she had dishes to do. And they barely ate the pancakes.
— Next time I'm not cooking – she says with a pout, pretending she's mad.
— Why cooking when I already have a meal right next to me? — he gives her a smirk and she slaps his arm.
— Say that again and the slap will be on your face!
She says laughing and he pushes her to his embrace.

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