Turkish Delights Series (15 page)

“No. Not yet. Lie back. I’m not finished.”

The power of his voice nearly made her come. She loved Turkish accents. His was no exception, low, lilting, gravelly, and somehow, suddenly, familiar. But she obeyed him and left the blindfold in place.

His hands traveled her torso, kneading, stretching, cupping one breast then the other. She felt lips on her nipples, and she arched into them, resisting the urge to grasp his head to hold him in place. Her shoulders got attention next, and she groaned as months of tension were released under the man’s expert touch. The amazing sensuality combined with expert technique blew her mind, and the sensations were enough to nearly make her cry.

The man sat next to her hip and took her hand, shoving his thumbs deeply into her palm. Lips captured each finger, and sucked, one at a time, ending with her thumb. She felt him drape the now enervated hand across his lap as he ran his thumbs down her biceps.

The silk he must be wearing was sorely stretched by a huge erection, hot against her palm. He moved slightly, encouraging her. She stroked his thickness, her breathing ragged at the thought of having him inside her. The man must be hung like a…she moaned as he leaned over, his lips on the nipple on her opposite side. Sliding her palm down, she cupped his balls and heard him grunt, deep in this throat, making her thighs slick all over again in anticipation. She arched up. But he removed his lips, plucked her hand from his lap and switched sides.

He settled himself on her left, and repeated the amazing process there. When she found her arm draped across his lap once again, she smiled when her fingertips found wetness at the end of his shaft. She stroked his incredible cock once more, diving inside the slit of his shorts to get at the soft, velvety flesh. When she tried to remove the scented blindfold again, he kept a hand over hers, stopping her. Any protest was drowned in a dizzying kiss as he slanted soft lips over hers, swiping at the inside of her mouth with a demanding tongue. She plunged her hands into his thick hair, meeting his tongue with hers. The sensation of such a deep kiss while still blindfolded, made her enervated body jangle with erotic tension.

At that moment, she knew it was him. It had to be. It was as if she’d been kissing him forever The connection she felt to him was that deep. She shivered in anticipation. But it was over as quickly as it began when he gave her lower lip a quick bite and sat up, moving around the room, confusing her and making her whimper with unmet need. When the silken cover slipped all the way off, she made no move to hide her body She kept the blindfold over her eyes, however, willing to play the game a bit longer.

He ignored her another few minutes, but she could hear his breathing, labored, like hers as she stretched like a cat in a window, allowing the relaxation his hands had provided to ooze through her bones, muscles and sinew. She had never felt so good, or so horny, in her entire life.

“Are we done?” she whispered into the room.

“Not if you don’t want to be.” He had to be near her feet. She was aware of her complete exposure to him as his hands moved up her legs again. Her body was on fire, everywhere he touched her, making her want more. She gasped as he climbed up between her legs, his tongue drawing a wet line up one leg then the other, finally reaching the rock hard nub of her clit. He flicked at it, sucked it in, his moans of satisfaction making Elle’s flesh pucker and her hips buck and lift toward his face. She reached down and grasped his hair, fisting her hands in it, keeping him right where she needed him.

“Dear God,” she cried out as he slipped a finger inside her soaked walls, reaching up, high, under her pubic bone, finding her G-spot so quickly she wondered if he hadn’t been there before. “Ah, yes!” The orgasm gripped her, spun her around, made her see stars as her pussy clenched his fingers and gushed once again. She could practically smell his passion as it overtook the massage oil essence of the room.

“I don’t know how this happened, Emre, but I am going to die if you don’t get your cock inside me in the next five seconds.” She finally slipped the eye cover off and gazed into the young man’s eyes, staring at her from between her legs. “Please, fuck me.” Her voice was a mere whisper.

“Oh, my darling, I will.” Her heart sang in response. He stood and reached into a small bowl near the table. He stared straight into her eyes as he ripped the condom packet open with his teeth. She watched him roll the latex down his thick shaft.

“Hurry,” she demanded. “Stop teasing me.” Somehow she’d known it was he from the beginning, but remained in denial until the moment he’d touched his lips to hers. He crawled up her body, planting kisses everywhere, sucked each nipple into his mouth, his cock pressed against her as he recaptured her lips.

Elle put her hands on his shoulders as he loomed over her, his dark eyes liquid pools of pure lust. She ran a finger across his swollen mouth, and tears formed behind her eyes. He was so beautiful, so amazing, this was one night she’d forever hold in her heart without regret. He propped strong arms on either side of her head, and she ran her hands down his biceps, wanting to memorize every inch of his mocha-tinted body. She leaned up and flicked his dark nipple with her tongue, making him shudder. Running her hands down his chest, tracing the line of his abs with a fingertip, then grasping his throbbing shaft. He gasped with delight at her touch.

She wrapped her legs around his torso and smiled when he ground his thick shaft against her, thrusting the thick head against her clit, shifting his hips so he glided down along the length of her slit. His eyes never once left hers. The intensity of his gaze went beyond the physical connection they were about to make. Her pussy pulsed as her body flushed in pre-orgasmic bliss.

“Elle,” her young lover whispered as he leaned down to lick the sweat pooled between her breasts. “Sevgilim, I have never wanted a woman like I want you. I….” He groaned as she shifted her hips and he slipped inside her, like coming home. He moved his hips, slowly, pulling all the way out of her body then going in deep. She raised her hips, putting one knee against his damp chest, needing him deeper.

Their breathing combined, fast, urgent, and he claimed her lips again. This time he was rough, needy and she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him, loving his tongue as it jammed inside her, sweeping the inside of her mouth like he owned it. The orgasm roared up from the soles of her feet, sweeping her away, and she gripped her lover’s strong body with hers and let it take her, moaning his name into his mouth, gripping his hair with both hands.

Emre pulled away from her lips, propped himself on his hands again and glided into her, pulling her from one orgasm straight into another with a tilt of his hips. She clutched his ass, loving the sweat-slicked feel of his skin under hers. He locked eyes with her again, and her soul melted into his gaze.

They rocked together, moving in a rhythm as old as time, as the arabesque music joined them, spinning out an urgent melody, coaxing the couple to climax. Emre stopped, suddenly, his jaw clenched in an effort to hold back. She smiled, and flexed her body, gripping his amazing thickness with her pussy, once, twice, again. He groaned. She did it once more, raised her hips, taking his length deep.

“Evet! Ahhhh, yes! Elle, my God!” He yelled as he released inside her, the delicious sensation of being claimed by a man she had desired for months making her shiver and grip his ass, holding him close. He leaned down, made love to her lips with his, his tongue caressing and gentle, as his hips continued to buck and thrust into her.

Their breathing slowed, but she continued to kiss him, couldn’t get enough of his lips. Moving to one side so he could fall down next to her, she smiled lazily when he propped up on one elbow and traced her wet cheeks with a fingertip.

“Tears, my love?” He leaned in and licked them before kissing her, letting her taste the salt.

“Oh, sorry.” She looked away, suddenly embarrassed by the strength of her reaction.

He pulled her face back to his. “Don’t be,” he said, his soft voice husky with his own emotion. “I just don’t ever want to make you unhappy.”

She took his hand and kissed it, held it to her face, loving the warmth spreading from his skin to hers. “Thank you,” she said. “This was…incredible.”

He smiled and rolled over to stand beside the table. “We are not even close to done,” He touched a button on the wall near the light switch and tossed her the silk cover. The barely-dressed women reappeared with covered silver trays, a bottle of wine and two glasses.

Chapter Five

Emre cut a small piece of the rich, delicate lamb chop and fed it to the beautiful woman dressed only in a towel across from him. He watched as her lips closed around the meat, loving the line of her jaw as she chewed and her throat as she swallowed. His cock stirred to life again. She grinned and pressed an olive against his lips. He sucked it in, chewed and swallowed before taking a sip of the red wine he’d ordered especially from Italy.

They were seated at a small, linen-draped table for two on the balcony of a top floor suite of the Kempeski. She leaned back in her chair and took a drink from her glass. The candlelight flickered in her green eyes, making them sparkle. Emre’s heart clenched at the sight of her. How in the hell could he ever leave her, now that he’d had her and it had been the most incredible moment of his life? He sighed, and cut another piece.

She stared at him, questions in her eyes. He put the morsel in his mouth.

“Why me, Emre?” She asked, running a finger around the edge of the wine glass.

He leaned in and grabbed her other hand. This is my chance. He couldn’t blow it. He took a deep breath. “I love you, Elle.” He stared into her eyes. Color rose in her cheeks, but he plowed on, unwilling to stop now. “Let me finish. I…I don’t see whatever age difference you are hung up on. I just see….” He ran a hand down her face. “You’re so stubborn you won’t believe me.” He sighed. She was as bad as his brother.

She stood and walked around to stand next to him. Emre pulled her close, wrapped his arms around her waist and laid his head against her stomach. The moment was perfect. He ran his hands up her legs to her ass, clutching her, smelling her passion. His cock hardened instantly. He stood, keeping his eyes locked on hers.

“Emre,” she said, “you have provided me with the most amazing night ever.”

He cradled her face in both hands. “I plan to be more than only one night for you.”

She blushed, tried to look away.

Her lips were too tempting. He leaned in for a taste. They were delicious. The trauma he’d left at home, his parents grieving over Tarkan as if he were already dead, his mother putting pressure on him to stay. His grandparents offering up the tuition money for the Vanderbilt MBA. And how he’d managed to find the love of his life just a few days before he left again, was beyond him. But she felt exactly right to him. Perfect.

“Elle.” He held her close. “I loved you the minute I laid eyes on you. Please stop fighting it. I know I have.”

He flinched when she pressed her hand on his rock-hard cock.

“I won’t fight it. But I will be realistic.”

Emre gasped as she yanked the towel down and dropped to her knees in front of him. Her hand was soft; the feel of her lips and tongue amazing. He pulled up on her hair, just enough. She moaned against his flesh, he felt her fingers dig into his ass as he shoved his hips forward into her mouth.

The sensation of her fingers against his balls, underneath, pressing up into his ass as she used exquisite suction on the tip of his cock, nearly made the top of his head come off. The fact that he wanted her, for much more than a blow job, for more than a hot, sweaty fuck caused him to groan in frustration as he grabbed her hair and shoved his cock further down her sweet throat.

“God,” he groaned, as his balls contracted in her palm. He smelled her sex, and he licked his lips, tasting her all over again. When she pressed a finger harder into his ass, teasing his prostate as her tongue roamed the edges around his head, he simply gave into it, let it happen.

Emre already knew his heart belonged to this woman. No need to hold back. The sweet suction and pressure against his most sensitive areas were the perfect storm. He grunted, shoved himself into her mouth one last time and came, shooting his load down her throat, grasping her hair and moaning. He tried to stay standing, but his knees buckled and he had to sit. The slight woman straddled his lap, kissed him, and he tasted the salty essence of his own fluid on her lips. She pulled away and looked into his eyes, down into his very soul.

“I think I love you, Emre. But how in the hell are we going to make this work?”

He put both hands on her face, held her still.

“I can’t live without you. I know this now. We’ll figure it out.” He was limp with emotion and post-orgasmic stupor. The extreme complexity of the last few days rolled over him, bowling him over with their reality. He looked up at the ceiling, away from her, unsure how to voice his own worry. Fear for his brother, for his and Elle’s future beyond this room, tightened in a band around his chest.

She stood and pulled him to his feet, guiding him back to the table. “Let’s finish this great meal,” she insisted, pushing him down on the chair. “And talk.”

***

Watching as the nearly perfect man across from her devoured the rest of his lamb, the delicate rice and olive oil side, and yogurt cucumber salad, Elle picked at her food, a sudden heaviness in her heart at the thought of the next few days.

The whole scene, realizing it was Emre touching her on the table, finally getting him where she wanted him, all of it, on the pretense of a blind date set up, was sinking in. She didn’t know whether to be angry at him or sad that this would be the first and last time for them to be together. She sipped her wine. Something bothered him too, she could tell. Directness always worked best in her business life, no need to be any other way now.

“Are you sorry you agreed to this?”