Page 92 of Galata and Nutmeg
What Happens in Büyükada stays in Büyükada
NEWS UPDATE:
There have been no new sightings of rock star, Kaan, or girlfriend, Meg Martin, since the loved-up couple were spotted travelling across the Bosphorus by water taxi this morning. As you can see from these exclusive photographs the pair weren’t afraid to hide their affection for one another with Kaan rubbing Miz Martin’s back gently before wrapping her in his arms.
Sources believe that they may have left the city for a romantic getaway, however, we already know they are expected to attend at tomorrow’s wedding of celebrity chef Aydin Kaya and Australian expat, Ginger Knox.
Excuse us, we’re actively schvitzing at the cuteness overload here.
I’m Pippa Ellis, and this is Fame and No-sense.
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The moment the bedroom door softly closes behind us, an exhilarating rush surges through me, heightening my emotions and I’m in Kaan’s arms as our lips find each other.
Every worry, every doubt, and every fear dissolves into nothingness as our lips dance in perfect harmony, savouring the moment. A sublime fusion of tenderness and raw desire, a collision of two souls, as if the words that Kaan had sung only minutes ago were being played out by our mouths.
We continue to kiss, fused together, moving as one towards the bed. When the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed, I break the kiss and drag the t-shirt over my head, letting it fall onto the floor. I slide my harem pants down my hips, over my legs, and then kick them off. Kaan’s eyes darken and his pupils dilate as his eyes sweep over me. He pops the button on his jeans, sliding them down, his cock springing forward in its magnificence, before his mouth finds mine again.
Kaan lifts me in his arms and then we are lying on the bed, his hands slowly caressing my shoulders, my arms, my butt, and the heat between us intensifies as his hands explore me. My nipples tighten and tingle, desperate to be touched and I sigh contently into his mouth as his hands finally reach my breasts, removing my bra and giving my rock-hard buds the attention that they crave.
His lips pull away from my mouth and slowly trail down my body. Kiss after kiss along my skin, the roughness of his stubble igniting sparks through me until he reaches my breasts. He gives my straining nipple a teasing lick, soft and gentle before clamping down on it tugging and sucking with abandon, before turning his attention to the other, drawing it into his mouth determined it would receive the same amount of consideration.
I’m moaning now, my hips undulating, my scent filling the air encouraging Kaan to move lower. He drags my knickers down and my thighs fall open. His lips glide over my abdomen to my inner thigh and I gasp as his gently bites the skin with his teeth, ensuring he leaves his mark on me once again.
He makes himself comfortable between my legs, his tongue probing, his lips sucking on my nub, his fingers exploring every inch of me. I almost fall apart as he slips a finger through my wet folds, his mouth still licking and sucking on my nub in tandem with the thrusts of his fingers. In. Out. In. Out.
Kaan’s hitting all the right spots and I push up my hips and rock against his mouth as the pleasure sweeps over me like a summer storm. “Oh, dear God, Kaan. Please don’t stop.”
My whole body shakes as my orgasm takes over, the waves of heat and bliss ripping through me like lightning.
The overwhelming desire to touch Kaan consumes me, compelling me to gently push him back onto the bed. I take my time, wanting this moment, this memory, to last forever. I kiss his lips, his dimple and his neck, my tongue slowly tasting every inch of his skin.
My fingers follow my tongue, across his shoulders, his forearms, and down over his chest, tracing gentle circles around each of his nipples. I glide my hand across his abs, feeling his body shake lightly at my touch. I by-pass his dark thick patch of pulic hair, moving onto his thick muscular thigh. I gently trail my fingers to his foot, exploring his instep before moving to his other foot, ankle, calf and thigh and back up to where I really want to be.
His cock is straining now, begging for my mouth. I rain light kisses along its thick shaft, tasting the pre-cum already beaded at the top of the swollen fat tip. I wrap my lips around him and suck deeply, taking all of him. I hear him moan as I tease his crown with my tongue, before sucking again. He lifts my face to him. “Easy, baby.”
“I have no intention of ever stopping,” I murmur before lowering myself back down, this time giving his sack a little one on one time.
Not one to take no for an answer, Kaan sweeps me up, pushing me back onto the mattress, before kissing me again. His cock slips inside me, inch by inch, until he fills me.
Our eyes are locked together, and I swear to you I am seeing straight into his soul. Every thrust, every sigh, every throb bringing me closer to climax until stars dance before my eyes. Kaan groans and plunges deeply into me as the waves of my orgasm sweep me away, higher and higher, every nerve on fire, my pussy throbbing, contracting against his cock. He continues pumping, faster and faster, until—
“Ah!” He plunges deeply and stays there, his mouth finding mine again. Our lips slide against each other, our tongues swirling an exquisite dance in perfect harmony as we both slowly come down from our orgasm high.
Time loses all meaning as we surrender to the intoxication of our love. It’s a language of its own, speaking volumes about our shared longing and the depth of our connection. In this moment, the outside world fades away, leaving only the two of us in the realm of boundless passion.
This really is love.
ChapterTwenty-Nine
Last Minute Hiccups And I Do
LIVE NOW:
As we already know disgraced former bass player for Seven of Crows, Kaan, and his new love, social media sensation, Meg Martin, are still MIA in Istanbul. Honestly, there’s been so much gossip about Kaan lately that it’s high time I divert my attention on someone else, shall I?
I’m trying but believe me it’s not easy.