Until I Found You

Part 19

She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. "Then what happened?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. He began to laugh, loving her eagerness.

They were now under the water, the warmth cascading around them. Omer's fingers traced gently down the side of her breasts, his touch sending shivers through her. "I asked if you wanted to stop," he murmured, his eyes locked on hers.

She swallowed and when she did, her mouth felt so dry. Like she had been walking in a dessert for days with out water. She looked down at his lip. As he squeezed her waist and her breathing quicken, all she wanted to do was kiss him. Close that distance. As if that kiss would quench her thirst and make her feel alive again.

Kivilcim looked deeply into his eyes, feeling the intensity of the moment. Omer brushed her wet hair back and traced his fingers down to her butt, pulling her against him, his touch both tender and passionate. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice a soft, intimate whisper as he began to kiss her neck.

"No," she whispered. "I don't want you to stop."

Omer's eyes softened, a mixture of relief and affection in his gaze. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle, lingering kiss. As their lips moved together, the kiss deepened, becoming more and more intense. She felt alive again.

As the hot water continued to cascade around them, Omer gently guided Kivilcim to the nearby bench. His touch was tender and reassuring as he helped her sit down, his gaze never leaving hers. The steam from the shower added a dreamy feel to the moment.

He began to kiss his way down her thighs, each touch sending shivers through her. His kisses were soft. As he moved closer to her center, Kivilcim's breath quickened, her body responding to his touch. Kivilcim closed her eyes, her head falling back slightly as she felt his lips inching closer. As he pulled her hips closer to his mouth, he left a lingering kiss just above her center.

"Relax." Omer whispered.

Suddenly, he began licking her. Kivilcim's breath hitched, her body reacting instinctively to the intimate touch. What she wanted was to shut her thighs together but he pulled her legs further apart. Her hands gripped the edges of the bench tightly but it wasn't enough. Her hands reached out to his head, pulling him towards her.

When she felt his wet tongue against her core again, she jolted forward. She tried so hard to muffle her moans, but she couldn't. She was so thankful the shower was on masking the moaning mess she was. Otherwise, she would be so embarassed. He then continued to suck and run his tongue against her in long strokes. He was torturing her and it didn't help that he began to insert a finger into her entrance. She began to suck in air as he continued his ministrations. What was he doing to her, she was losing it.

He then began to pay attention to her clit when he felt her insides throbbing. As Omer increased his pace, Kivilcim could feel the tension in her stomach coiling tighter and tighter. Her breaths became ragged, and her body tensed with each wave of pleasure. When her orgasm finally hit, it was like a burst of electricity coursing through her. Just like the last time, she began to lose all sense of reality as her hips flexed against his face and hands.

As she descended from the peak of her orgasm, she felt a profound sense of release and exhaustion. His strokes began to slow down, not breaking away from her yet. Her breathing was still heavy and uneven, and she clung to the edges of the bench as if it were the only thing keeping her grounded. Omer eventually pulled back after sucking her one last time, his gaze filled with a mixture of satisfaction and tenderness as he helped her sit up.

Looking into her eyes, he whispered softly, "I love you."

Kivilcim begins to laugh as she met his gaze. "I love you too."