Andra and Azimah (Contract 2 Marriage)

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Azimah immediately exited the room and immediately Andra held it by hugging it from behind.

"Holy, don't be like this. I really can't stand not talking to you" Andra said as she rubbed her face around Azimah's back neck.

"Stop, Andra!" airani.

"No! Before you forgive me" Andra said. He was increasingly aggressively tempting Azimah until Azimah had to make his hand as a buffer of his body that was almost oled by the actions of Andra.

"Andra, I'll see!" the word Azimah.

Andra stopped her activities. He turned over Airani who still refused to look at him.

"Make me coffee, I'll take a shower for a while!" said Andra who went straight out and entered her room back to take a bath.

Azimah could only take a deep breath looking at Andra's behavior. He also headed to the main house to make Andra coffee.

When he reached the kitchen, Azimah saw Selma who was instructing some of their family servants.

"Mother ...," call Azimah.

Selma turned her head, "What's up, Azimah?" ask Selma.

"There's nothing" replied Azimah who just wanted to say hello to Selma. Selma looked confused but she did not touch him. He resumed his work with the servants. While Azimah he cooked water and brewed coffee for Andra.

Selma who saw it was confused because she knew Azimah was not a coffee lover.

"Who's the coffee for, Azimah?" ask Selma.

"Andra" answered Azimah briefly.

"He's home yet? When?" ask Selma again.

"Just now" Azimah answered briefly and focused on the coffee he was making.

"Well, is Iyas there too?" ask Selma.

"No, Andra went home alone" replied Azimah again.

Selma thought for a moment while Azimah was about to move with the coffee in her hand.

"You deserve to be a wife" Selma said, teasing her son.

Azimah's cheeks met because Selma was teasing her. Not wanting to get the greater temptation he immediately left Selma and brought along the coffee he made.

Azimah put coffee in the living room. He was confused whether to stay or go back to his room. To be honest, his anger at Gazza had subsided. He wasn't really mad at Andra. Only, he is still too prestigious to admit that he can not be separated from Andra.

And just now, what? Andra took off her shirt. His eyes were holding something back. And again, Andra's fondling really made her lulled. If only he had not brought Selma in on his reasoning, it was possible that Andra would have continued to pound him until it actually happened again.

Imagining that Azimah felt her body heat instantly. What Andra did to her could not be ignored. Andra was too domineering in her mind that with just her touch her body reacted even though her lips said no. Azimah cannot be separated from the figure of Andra.

"Ehm ...." Andra's deheman voice scattered all the Azimah reverie. He looked at Andra who was soon in clothes that had changed as well as her wet hair. Azimah swallows his saliva. Everything related to Andra made him unable to think clearly.

"I've made the coffee" said Azimah to melt her hot mood. Not because of jealousy, but because Andra's temptation was too great for him.

"Thank you" replied Andra who immediately sat down and grabbed her coffee.

Andra took a sip of the coffee for so long, she even deliberately played her lips on the edge of the cup as if knowing where Azimah's eyes were looking at her. And once again he deliberately seduced Azimah by wetting her lips again with the tip of her tongue shortly after separating the edge of the glass from her lips.

"Why do you look at me like that, honey?" asked Andra who had extended her hand towards Azimah's cheek. He slightly rubbed his hand on the cheek of his lover until it ended in the lips of Azimah.

"Hey, why him?" andra asked while holding her smile.

"Ti-no" Azimah replied quickly and stammeringly. "A-I was just thinking, how does my coffee taste? Because this is the first time I make someone coffee" said Azimah reasoned with an awkward smile that ended his sentence.

"Sugary. Semanis is the one who made it" Andra replied again teasing Azimah.

"Am I sugar until you know I'm sweet?" chirp Azimah who was caught off guard by Andra's temptation.

'Stop, Andra. My defense began to waver' Azimah's inner grumbling while her two hands clenched tightly.

"You don't believe it? Let me prove it!" said Andra who grabbed back his coffee cup, took a sip and then moved closer to the Azimah and immediately invaded the lips of the Azimah.

The imperious azimah could only be silent as Andra turned the coffee in her mouth into the mouth of the Azimah.

Azimah pushed Andra as she felt out of breath.

"You're gonna kill me?" shouts Azimah while hitting hard on Andra's chest.

Andra just smiled looking at the face of Azimah who was flushed because of it. Either because of being tempted or even because of holding back his anger.

"I'm just proving it, baby!" andra said that wiping the lower lip of Azimah with sensual movements.

Azimah could not lie if she missed Andra. Some days not talking and worshiping with him makes Azimah miss touch Andra even though it was just a caress on his cheek.

"I really miss you, Azimah. Very" said Andra while pulling Azimah's hand and then kissed the back of his hand.

Azimah was silent, he did not know how to react. Andra was too able to make her lulled even through her words alone. Either the Azimah is too easy or indeed because his feelings of love for Andra are too big.

"Why shut up? You still mad?" ask Andra slowly. His hands were unceasingly stroking Azimah's face and hair.

"What about your wounds?" tanya Azimah switched the conversation.

"just fine. It was just a small scratch, dear" replied Andra.

"Then how's the problem? Is it done?" ask Azimah again.

Andra pulled Azimah and let her lover awaken to the chest of her field while answering her question.

"Ninety percent is almost done" Andra answered briefly.

"really?" ask Azimah pleased.

"Yes. Iyas is working faster than I imagined" Andra replied.

This time, Andra wrapped her hands around Azimah's waist. He placed his chin on Azimah's shoulders. Azimah just kept quiet and let everything Andra wanted to do to him because he actually wanted it too.

"I'm grateful that they don't have weapons" Azimah said as she stroked the wound on Andra's arm.

"They have it. It's just that luck was on us last night. We were able to survive their hot lead despite not being able to survive the daggers they used" Andra explained.

"What the situation is the same as it used to be. When I was kidnapped?" azimah asked to make sure while recalling the terrible memories that he could not forget for his entire life, where he saw everyone fighting each other. Not only that, the sound of a thunderous firearm explosion ruled the dark night with himself confined inside a dark room with his legs and hands tied.

"Don't remember those bad memories. I promise to replace those memories with beautiful, sweet memories in the future" Andra said.

Azimah smiled, she turned her head briefly at Andra who was still calm on her shoulders. I don't know who started it, the two of them started to grill and smack each other. Exchanging saliva with wild until finally they remove it with salivary yarn which becomes the measuring distance in their anata.