It seemed so perfect then for Aydin. It was night, they were alone, and it felt like the whole world had ceased outside just to serenade their moment with tranquility and peace. Of course the activity between them might seem frantic instead. Aydin panted hard, whether buried in a deep kiss with Kaya or pressing his brow to hers, working his hips into her with tireless haste. Every breath of hers was loaded with sensuality to his ears and Aydin worked to hear it again and again, no effort too great for his body to indulge in to earn this reward. Over and over, that was his routine now, the sole focus of his mind and body, delving into Kaya.
Still, he had no thoughts of consequences yet. No concerns over what this may mean going forwards. They worked together. They were colleagues and comrades. Though it wasn’t a corporate job, it still broached a little of norms what they were doing. It was taboo. Yet it was enticingly sexy and bewitching for Aydin. He didn’t care. For a man who lived entirely in his thoughts, using his mind, it was a rare case where he simply did not think at all. He was at peace. He drilled and thundered his hips against Kaya, enjoying every moment of this. Later, he could worry. Now, he would enjoy this new drug as deeply as he could.
And to add to this symphony of whirl winding emotions and sensations, Kaya brought her own form of storm to this mix. Aydin was too singular minded to react, nor did he care to when she rolled them over, shifting easily and gracefully to put him beneath her. A position becoming familiar, though not unwelcomed, and his hands trailed along her sides and rested on her hips as she leaned over him, before moving back to sit more direct upon him. Aydin smiled up at her, hands caressing along her bent legs on either side of his hips, admiring the view of her breasts pressed so wonderfully together as she pit her hands on his body. Leveraging herself, she began to ride him, first on her own, before his hips began to be drawn into the rhythm with her, nudging up as much as they could as she came down.
His hands couldn’t resist the appeal of her breasts swaying and shifting with each of her movements, reaching up to grab and hold them as Kaya took control of the pacing. Aydin still worked vigorously to meet it, matching her thrusting with his own. His body lay displayed and flexed for her viewing pleasure, though his eyes were only for hers, admiring the look of orgasmic delight on her face that was bubbling up all too well. He hoped it would again be something he could be familiar with, and vice versa, as it began to swell in his own abdomen now. A pent up tinder box, ready to ignite and explode, and Aydin couldn’t help but snarl as he fought a two-fold battle, losing on each side. He fought to both restrain the climax and yet keep his body moving, never ceasing in the strokes he could give the royal queen on her throne.
The climatic cry of her own name was just as broken and needy as the name she uttered. Eyes shut, back arching, Aydin felt his hips lift as he shot out his orgasm into her depths. Consequences. Still, not realized by Aydin. Indeed his mind was fully at rest, unthinking, as his body coursed and shook from the waves of pleasure. Slowly he would come down, breathing, holding on to Kaya above him. Eventually, he tugged her down to lay over his chest and abdomen, hugging her very close. He was spent.
“Kaya…fuck, that was amazing.” Aydin panted, giving a little chuckle, kissing in a lazy fashion whatever part of her face he could reach. He didn’t need a blanket at this point, not if they stayed close and embracing, propping each other up. Like they did in battle. His arms were around her, one stroking her hair back, the other about her lower back. He would soon slip free of her below but keeping this close, he would soon be rejuvenated. It was still a young night. But they had…work tomorrow to do. “I like it like this. It feels good. Shouldn’t be any other way.” Aydin murmured with his eyes closed. He shifted Kaya to his side, letting them lay side to side, facing one another. His hand could stroke the side of her face as he peered at her, opening his own eyes.
“You’re like a Voltorb, you’d never expect such a huge blast and kick from something so…small.” He then joked to her and kissed the bridge of her nose. He hoped she wouldn’t get embarrassed again and try running off so to pre-empt her, Aydin reached down to grab the crumpled blankets under them and draw them over, half ways, over their bodies. Best to spend the night together. It could be so lonely out there by oneself.
Still, he had no thoughts of consequences yet. No concerns over what this may mean going forwards. They worked together. They were colleagues and comrades. Though it wasn’t a corporate job, it still broached a little of norms what they were doing. It was taboo. Yet it was enticingly sexy and bewitching for Aydin. He didn’t care. For a man who lived entirely in his thoughts, using his mind, it was a rare case where he simply did not think at all. He was at peace. He drilled and thundered his hips against Kaya, enjoying every moment of this. Later, he could worry. Now, he would enjoy this new drug as deeply as he could.
And to add to this symphony of whirl winding emotions and sensations, Kaya brought her own form of storm to this mix. Aydin was too singular minded to react, nor did he care to when she rolled them over, shifting easily and gracefully to put him beneath her. A position becoming familiar, though not unwelcomed, and his hands trailed along her sides and rested on her hips as she leaned over him, before moving back to sit more direct upon him. Aydin smiled up at her, hands caressing along her bent legs on either side of his hips, admiring the view of her breasts pressed so wonderfully together as she pit her hands on his body. Leveraging herself, she began to ride him, first on her own, before his hips began to be drawn into the rhythm with her, nudging up as much as they could as she came down.
His hands couldn’t resist the appeal of her breasts swaying and shifting with each of her movements, reaching up to grab and hold them as Kaya took control of the pacing. Aydin still worked vigorously to meet it, matching her thrusting with his own. His body lay displayed and flexed for her viewing pleasure, though his eyes were only for hers, admiring the look of orgasmic delight on her face that was bubbling up all too well. He hoped it would again be something he could be familiar with, and vice versa, as it began to swell in his own abdomen now. A pent up tinder box, ready to ignite and explode, and Aydin couldn’t help but snarl as he fought a two-fold battle, losing on each side. He fought to both restrain the climax and yet keep his body moving, never ceasing in the strokes he could give the royal queen on her throne.
The climatic cry of her own name was just as broken and needy as the name she uttered. Eyes shut, back arching, Aydin felt his hips lift as he shot out his orgasm into her depths. Consequences. Still, not realized by Aydin. Indeed his mind was fully at rest, unthinking, as his body coursed and shook from the waves of pleasure. Slowly he would come down, breathing, holding on to Kaya above him. Eventually, he tugged her down to lay over his chest and abdomen, hugging her very close. He was spent.
“Kaya…fuck, that was amazing.” Aydin panted, giving a little chuckle, kissing in a lazy fashion whatever part of her face he could reach. He didn’t need a blanket at this point, not if they stayed close and embracing, propping each other up. Like they did in battle. His arms were around her, one stroking her hair back, the other about her lower back. He would soon slip free of her below but keeping this close, he would soon be rejuvenated. It was still a young night. But they had…work tomorrow to do. “I like it like this. It feels good. Shouldn’t be any other way.” Aydin murmured with his eyes closed. He shifted Kaya to his side, letting them lay side to side, facing one another. His hand could stroke the side of her face as he peered at her, opening his own eyes.
“You’re like a Voltorb, you’d never expect such a huge blast and kick from something so…small.” He then joked to her and kissed the bridge of her nose. He hoped she wouldn’t get embarrassed again and try running off so to pre-empt her, Aydin reached down to grab the crumpled blankets under them and draw them over, half ways, over their bodies. Best to spend the night together. It could be so lonely out there by oneself.