Stay with me

Chapter 57 - Trust

Sinan stopped her again. He grabbed her forearm with his fingers, looked imploringly into her eye, and asked:

- Maybe let's go to me? Let's talk. I'll cook for dinner. Alp recently gave me a bottle of good wine...

Seda shook her head and removed his hand from her forearm.

- No. I do not want. I need to think.

She walked around him and headed for her car.

Sinan cursed and pressed his hand hard to the back of his head. What for? Well, why did he go with Sude yesterday to dinner? Why does he always go along with this madwoman and complicate his life?

***

Omer and Defne were preparing dinner. The fish was browning on the grill. Vegetables sizzled in the pan. The juicer hummed and squeezed bright orange juice out of the oranges. Defne was making a salad. The knife knocked deftly on the wooden board, turning cucumbers, peppers, and tomatoes into neat slices. Omer finished with the juice, poured it into a jug, and carried it to the dining table. When he returned, he began to make a salad dressing. Defne watched how cleverly he mixed the ingredients and smiled involuntarily. These beautiful hands, with long, sensual fingers, know how to do everything - cook food, operate a yacht, draw ... and they also know how to deliver pleasure. To caress her body and raise her above the stars.

- What are you thinking about? - Omer poured the dressing into the salad and began to gently stir.

Defne blushed and hastily replied:

- Yes, so, about nothing, - hiding her face, she got up and went to the stove. She turned off the hotplate under the vegetables and checked the fish's readiness. - Everything is ready! We can have supper. I'm so hungry!

- Wait, - Omer took her by the waist and gently pushed her away from the stove. - I'll do it myself. Sit down at the table, - ordered, but was in no hurry to let go. His palms rose to her breasts, squeezed them slightly, slid down the ribs, and stroked the hips. Defne closed her eyes. She completely forgot where and why she should go. And then a palm softly slapped her on the buttock and Omer ordered: - At the table! Quick! I'm hungry!

His last words, so demanding and hot, shook sweetly her inside. Allah, how she loved the hungry Omer. His burning gaze, which enslaved her will and drove her crazy. A velvet voice flowing like honey through her veins. She loved it when his strong hands ran on her body and create a thrill. When his lips brushed her mouth and kissed her until her breathing stopped. She loved the fever in the blood and the languor in her chest. Loved her madness and the convulsions that twisted her body during orgasm. If one day it all disappears, she will die.

- Defne, don't look like that! Omer asked hoarsely. His black eyes blazed with fire. - Or I will not stand it and I will burst.

"Burst then," she asked invitingly looking into his eyes.

In the next second, her body was lifted off the floor and was sealed to another, hot and hard as steel. She wrapped her legs around him, clutched at his shoulders, and allowed herself to be carried to the burning fireplace.

Passion exploded like a hurricane...

The room was very quiet. There was only the crackling of logs in the fireplace and for some reason smelled of burnt wool. Omer heard these sounds and smells, but he could not even open his eyes. He lay on his side, his face buried in the back of Defne's head, and wrapped his arms around her body. She stirred. Omer just leaned his chest on her back and clasped his fingers in а lock, not allowing her to slip out of his embrace. Every cell of the body was filled with pleasure and relaxed. He listened to his feelings and did not want to let them go. He wanted to lie like this forever, not moving, and enjoy the aftertaste of intimacy. But Defne clung to his wrists persistently and tried to get out.