Sudden decisions

69 - A chance

Sanem

Discovering him practically naked in the living room was shocking. I had forgotten to take some water with me to my room for the night and was on my way to the kitchen to fetch it when I cast a sidelong glance towards the living room. In the darkness of the room Can was undressing in the only light coming from the fireplace.
I could not resist, I froze in place as my eyes followed in fascination every movement of the intriguing silhouette of her body silhouetted against the reflection of the fire in the fireplace.
His hair loosened from its usual ponytail flowing down his muscular back as well as the rest of her toned body now standing before me covered only by his tight boxer shorts.
One thing is certain, our bodies are like magnets for each other or at least I can say with certainty that him is for me. Why can't I resist him?
It was impossible for me from the beginning but it has become even more impossible since it only took me one night to memorise in detail his steel muscles, flat abdomen, muscular legs and those buttocks that ...
I try to suppress the sinful thoughts running through my head but a moan escapes my parted lips before I can suppress it and horrified I see him turn towards me.
Our eyes meet for a moment then, as my gaze can't help but keep wandering over his half-naked body, I realise that his gaze also falls caressingly over mine covered only by the impalpable fabric of the nightgown that caresses my skin as if it were him doing it.
I feel forbidden shivers at the thought that it was Can who bought this silk petticoat for me, so thin and sexy. What did he think when he chose it from so many? In his gaze I read the same ravenous lust that must be reflected in mine as our bodies seem to draw towards each other as if they had a will of their own. I know I shouldn't look at him, that I shouldn't have such thoughts, but the memories are still too vivid.
No matter how hard I try to push them away, I have before my eyes frames of kisses, hands brushing against the hollows and protuberances of that body that it took me only one night to learn to know and desire in spite of myself.
Out of breath I feel the uncontrollable urge to go to him, my hands quivering with the desire to touch him, my lips wanting to taste his skin as I was only free to do on that one night when we allowed ourselves to give in completely to our desires.

My mind, however, is telling me not to do it, not now that things between us are still to be defined, so I forcefully hold the cloth that closes the kitchen between my fingers as I try to emerge from the thick fog of desire. Inhaling deeply I close my eyes for a moment then, almost stammering, try to explain my presence there: "I was thirsty...".
Cowardly I flee and take refuge in the kitchen where, with trembling hands, I grab a glass and jug to pour myself some water. The turmoil, however, seems to sap my strength so much that with one hand I cannot support its weight and horrified I see it fall to the ground breaking into a thousand wet pieces.

I look around frightened, moving barefoot I risk hurting myself a lot among all this glass scattered around the kitchen. Almost distractedly I see Can leaning out of the door to see what has happened.
"Freeze, don't move."
He disappears for a few moments and then returns wearing only his boots and boxers. He reaches me in a few strides taking me gently in his arms to carry me out of the kitchen amidst the clattering sound of trampled glass. I remain silent because now the unsettling sensation I felt just before is amplified a hundredfold by the contact with his bare chest, the strong arms enveloping me, the warmth of his body and the scent of his skin assaulting my every sense as I struggle to breathe.

Our bodies brush against each other and adhere completely as he lets me go and I can't help but lift my face to meet his gaze. He is beautiful with his hair wildly loose and his magnetic gaze scanning my face, lingering on my lips for a long time. It is at that moment that I realise I cannot resist, I need to touch him and I do so by raising my hand, placing it in a gentle caress on his cheek.
How nice the feeling of the soft beard under my fingers!
His hands that were holding my hips rise in a light caress to frame my face, our gazes locked for eternal moments until he closes them, lowering his forehead to rest against mine.