Until the End

Atychiphobia-Part 1

"I saw the table in the living room..." I say looking down like a grounded kid.

"Oh...And?"

"I am sorry!"

"For what are you sorry, aşkim?" He asks, grabbing my face making me look up at him.

"For ruining your surprise..." I answer, a tear forming on my eye.

"No, you shouldn't be! And don't you dare cry! It was just a dinner, we can do it tonight"

"I know but you prepared everything, and I was drunk and I acted like a bitch the past few days. And..." But I can't finish what I have to say because my husband's lips crash mine in a passionate kiss, making me stop.

He tightens his grip on my waist while his tongue makes its way to my mouth, searching every inch like it was the first time. One of my hands finds its place around his neck while the other one is fixed in his curly hair.

I reposition myself in his lap, my legs being now on every side of his body. This movement allows me to bring him closer to me and without any warning I grab the hams of his T-shirt and with a quick move I toss it on the office floor.

I start caressing his chest still kissing him passionately and I sense him getting hard between my legs, which makes me smile over his lips.

"Did I ever tell you how much I like when you wear sweatpants at home?" I ask, teasing him.

His ears turn red in a matter of seconds knowing what I was talking about.

"I bet you like it but I know you like me more without any pants at all." He answers, and winks back at me.

My cheeks start burning and I lean forward to kiss him again. He meets me in the middle but this time the kiss is full of desire and things get out of control very quickly.

I get up from his lap and help him to take off his pants while his hands take off my underwear. I smile and lean forward to kiss him but he stops me.

"I think we need to equalise the situation, right?" He says, with a cocky smile all over his face.

"Hmhm, right..."

Bora takes the hams of the T-shirt in his hands and with a simple move I am naked. He looks at me like he sees me for the first time and that is making me feel self conscious and I get tense. My first reaction is to cover myself but he stops me by grabbing my hand and pulling me back to his lap.

We kiss a little longer, my hands messing up his hair while his hands are stimulating my clitoris massaging it gently.

My body begins to react shamelessly at his touch, wetness pouring down his hand. When I sense that I am more than ready for him, I stop the kiss, get up from his lap and reposition myself. I am going down on him, slowly, until our bodies are connected to each other.

He kisses me again letting me get used to the fact that he is in me but when he least expects I start moving.

I am in charge now, so I ride him like I never did before, kissing and biting every inch of his neck until I feel like I am ready to explode.

Stars appear in front of my eyes while my body is shaking in the same rhythm with his body. There on that office chair we melted again into each other's touch, into each other's body and I couldn't be more happier than now.

Bora rests his forehead on mine breathing heavily with his eyes closed and straws of hair falling down from the sweat. One of my hands removes the hair and my lips kiss his forehead.

"Seni çok seviyorum!" Bora says in a husky voice, leaving his head on my shoulder.

"Ben seni daha çok!" I respond back, putting my chin on the top of his head while my hand caresses his back.