Until the End

Atychiphobia-Part 1

Atychiphobia=(n.)fear of failure; fear of not being good enough

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Ada's POV

Bora starts to wash my hair carefully as if it was the most precious piece of art. While his hands trail down my body touching every inch of my naked skin, I sense him kneeling behind me. His hands gently touch my leg, starting from the bottom and slowly going up, burning every inch of skin. Reaching my inner thighs, and coming dangerously closer to my sweet spot. He repeats the same action on the other leg and a sudden urge of feeling his hands there takes control of me.

'I'm going to faint soon if he keeps doing this.'

To my disappointment, his hands find their place on my belly. While he was getting up from his knees, his hands were going up too, touching everything on their way. Bora leans forward but instead of doing what I thought he'll do, he grabs the shower and starts cleaning away the foam from my hair and body.

'So you want to play with fire, Bora bey? Two can play this game too. Watch and learn!' I think and I start taking action.

I turn around to face him and decide to pay him back. With gentle moves, I start caressing his upper body. My small hands are moving circulatory down his chest letting white foam behind. I can tell he is enjoying this situation but he doesn't know what is waiting for him. I get on my tiptoes and start washing his curly hair. He closes his eyes at the sensation and I know how much he enjoys this but I also know that with the right moves, this innocent hair washing will develop a certain desire in him.

A few moves later I can hear him breathing faster and I know I'm on the good way. I approach his face while smiling and I leave a quick kiss near his ear, going down his neck, slowly. A few breaths escape his mouth, and when my hands go down and down, he opens his eyes.

I am there on my knees, in front of him, looking up at his hazel eyes. My hands touch his leg from bottom to top, reaching his tights getting very close to his crotch, just like he did. The only difference is that I look back at him. His eyes twinkle with excitement and holding on to his sight, I touch him, his eyes closing immediately. I stay there a few more seconds touching gently until I feel that he is about to take the things to the next level.

Right then, I stand up, kiss his chest and head towards the glass door.

"What are you doing?" Bora hardly manages to ask, looking terribly annoyed.

"I finished my shower so I'll leave." I say, looking at him.

He doesn't respond back, just stays there dumbfounded. I put on my bathrobe and turned my sight to him again.

"Enjoy your shower, Bora bey!" I wink and go towards the door.

"Right, you can go, Ada hanim, but we'll finish what we started or my name isn't Bora Doğrusöz!"

'Yeah, right!' I mentally say, deciding to ignore him and exit the bathroom.

A few moments later my handsome husband enters the bedroom with a playful smile all over his face.

"What are you doing with those?" I ask, pointing out my last night's clothes.

"Trashing them away, what do you think?" He says, going towards the trash bin.

"Bora! You can't do that! These are my clothes!"

"Watch me!" He says, looking at the pants. "Well, these pants really suited you so I suppose you can keep them, and the blazer too. But this bra is going directly to the trash."