About the Heart

Joking In Romance

"Eat move into the room, aja, Yang!" pinta Dion with a seductive hoarse voice.

"In bed, huh?" Hmmm ... DP first," I explained as I returned to kiss him at a glance. Playing my index finger mischievously on his lips. Liven up his passion that has begun to burn so that it becomes more tempestuous.

The cup!

Another kiss touched him gently. Sticking with no movement, only our gazes clinging to each other. Talking without having to twist a word. There is a deepening, deepening love that binds two hearts that have made a sacred promise.

As that gaze carried an imaginary more and more wildly, I released the link of my lips. She pulled her neck from my arm and slowly moved out of her lap. "Eat first, my cooking. Just ate, me," my god with a blink of an eye.

A sigh escaped his slightly wet lips because of our little game. As if not willing if the pleasure should be postponed. But I didn't break the whimper. Surely I also have a hard time holding back, but for something special there must be a challenge.

I haven't stepped in yet, Dion pulled me back into his lap. "We're colab, yuk?"

"Colab, how?" ask me with the forehead forming a few lines, frowning.

"Double eating," he said with a smirk smile.

I smiled as I understood where his thoughts were going. "You mean, like?" ask me while giving an answer at once.

Took a sprig of basil from the default plate and inserted the tip into the cavity bounded by my two lips. Throwing my mouth with my eyes signaled that he would welcome her. Dion also included the other end of the vegetable to his taste senses. It feels very ticklish. We only lasted a few seconds and we laughed. The vegetable was eaten before it fell out of my mouth.

"It's supposed to be romantic, which, like drakor, is. It's a slump, it's like a frump," he lamented as he continued to chew the basil in his mouth.

"It's more romantic, times. Smell to smell," I chanted with a laugh.

Dion was still trying to clean the food from his mouth. His eyes did not even a second switch from my black bead. His hands he put on my waist and stretched to hug my back. Unexpectedly, she pulled my nape until the familiar senses with the scene called kisses clung tightly to my senses as well. Passing the word excuse me, he slid in. Stealing everything in it.

"Scented, right?" dion asked as soon as the kiss was released.

"I can't feel it anymore, can I?" I smiled with a naughty smile.

I squealed as Dion responded to my temptation by pinching my nose. With anxiety he did it a second time. My pain was not felt because I was enjoying his charmed smile. That love is amazing.

"Your mode, I like it," he said deliberately slashing the distance between us. Releasing a warm breath that mingled with his scent that always left me in turmoil.

"You want more colab, right?" bargain me by circulating my eyes on the dish on the table.

"Sapuin, me, Yang! You said once in a while I should be spoiled," he asked with a smile.

"It turns out my husband can be spoiled too, huh? Kirain could only help me, aja," I sneered with a seductive smile.

I straightened my body, trying to escape from his embrace. No hands holding me. Apparently he also wanted to immediately supply food into his stomach. Same, I did too. The hour, which was past eight, was too late for our usual dinner time.

"Would you use fried chicken or iwak peyek, Yang?" bargain for the side dish, accompany the clear fruit vegetables that I have sprinkled on the white rice.

"You want to my side dishes, warm the body frozen by your kiss," he said .. uh ... god.eh ..eh.

"Eat, Honey! If you keep doing that, I'll gobble you up" chirped me without looking at it and focused on filling the second plate.

"Eat, my dear," I commanded as I put a spoonful into his mouth.

"Just ...!" he said he asked me to open my mouth because he prepared a spoonful of food in front of my lips as well.

Without hesitation, I opened my mouth and accepted his loving mouthful. Again our eyes were intertwined. Finding self-reflection in the eye bead that is at its foundation. It is as if it is a mirror that wants to make a confession that there is only me in your eyes and vice versa.

"Taste you today on my tongue" praised Dion as he enjoyed each chew.

"What usually doesn't fit?" investigate me casually.

I realized that cooking was not my talent. But I try to keep learning to raise my level. At least the ability to copy recipes in the cookbook does not disappoint. Like the food presented this time, all copy paste results.

"Usually the pain is a little above my level, sometimes the sweetness of confusion" I Dion with a nice face to cover up his slightly tickling praise.

"Pedes are above your level because you're burned with jealousy, honey. So my delicious cuisine as if doing the curse," kilahku do not want to be said to cook less delicious.

"Then, if the sweetness of the barbarity ... because you are mostly I baperin? Ah ... You're a real pinter, ngelesnya. Who's learning, honey?" tukas Dion that makes me can not help but laugh.

It was always my handsome man who could guess the contents of my mind. Reverse the situation so easily. I mean I want to flirt but I'm tempted. Intentions make him baper eh even me who is increasingly laper, thirsty and longing to be pampered.

"I always learn from the best teachers. You ...," I said while looking at him spoiled.

"Let's have a little dinner race!" dion with his smile.

"Gift, what?" my reply was calm for his excited exclamation.

"The law of the jungle, dear," explained Dion casually which actually makes me unable to hold my heart to not say a quick question.

"Eating each other?" guess I was hoping it was wrong even though I had read it in a book and that was how it was written there.

"Eating each other is the phase we are in. It's like a warm-up, honey. Next we will attack each other in bed. That's the core of our activities tonight" Dion said with a complaint about the series of events that will fill the evening activities.

"That's not punishment, honey. I think it's like a veiled crime" I explained with a smile.

"We're going to create a new law, honey. The law of the struggle in bed with each other. The aggrieved party must continue to attack, while the one who continues to be attacked must continue to fight," said Dion, who made me cluck, between awe with his mind and awe with the tactics to launch his confusion.

Perfect.

"Are you ready, honey?" dion asked after successfully finishing his last chew and immediately gulped down some water in his glass.

"Shy ..p!" seruku after riding the podium champion two in the eating race this time.

"Ready, wash dishes. Go, help!" my orders with a seductive smile.

Dion pursed his lips. Powered the thick, supple lips I liked. I approached her lips and took a quick glance. "DP first, new ...."