Best Defense

Split Telor!

I heard Sean step out of the bathroom, I got goosebumps looking at his sturdy and muscular body, sending teasing and tickling signals. I remembered the taste of his sweet lips when we kissed, Sean had a warm embrace, but also had a pressure of washed lips. Sean knew when to give me a breath, and when to take me again to the edge of pleasure.

For God's sake, I always craved her lips to defend me and made a huff after our kiss came off. I bowed with hot cheeks, why did my filthy thoughts come attacking shamelessly like this. God, I'm really crazy!

Sean approached the basket after putting on his maroon red pajama suit, matching the one I'm wearing now. He followed my position leaning on the headboard, pulling me into his arms, locking me possessively.

"How long have you been through that?" Sean asked about the panic symptoms that struck me this afternoon, I'm sure he was very surprised to see me like that, I just never expected Sean would see me in such a half-crazy state. Definitely embarrassing.

I buried my face in his chest, trying to find strength by inhaling his scent deeply. "A year more." I replied, closing my eyes, still enjoying the nuances of the citrus flowing out, spoiling my smell. I really started to get addicted to her scent.

I felt Sean tighten his arms, his breathing sounding heavy, I don't know what's weighing on him right now, "Is it really painful?" Sean asked carefully, probably not wanting to make me uncomfortable with his question.

I looked up for a moment to look at her face, then shook my head, "Not sick, it's just that I felt uneasy, uncomfortable, and scared. It feels more agonizing than someone hitting my head."

"What's the worst way until you feel that way?"

"I felt a tightness, my breath seemed to be cut off, sometimes I felt suffocated, then agitated, and afraid to die. The most excruciating thing was the difficulty I had with it. I haven't graduated in my therapy for the worst. I can easily calm down when my panic attack isn't too severe, but it's still hard if it comes like that."

"That means you've been feeling it a lot for a year?" I'm nodding.

"Have you been married after we got married but today?" I nodded again. Sean squeezed the base of my arm, until I felt a little pain from his grip.

"Why did you hide it from me?"

"I don't want you to see me like that. You've seen it for yourself, I'm like a possessed man. I was conscious, totally conscious, but I had trouble controlling myself, my brain couldn't work properly. Panic makes me look like a crazy person."

Sean lowered his head, removed the hair boy from my face and lifted my chin with his index finger. A flash of my sad feelings arose because I had not loved this handsome man who was accompanying me. His caring attitude made me feel even more valued. Sean kissed my lips briefly, "Don't feel it yourself again, tell me if the panic attack strikes you. Share with me, I will gladly accompany you."

Sean's hand cupped my face and both of his thumbs rubbed my lips. Slowly I closed my eyes, Sean's sighs crashing down on me until I felt like I was going to get wet soon. I'm still trying to hold back, until Sean says, "I'll help you forget it."

My body stiffened, I opened my mouth, and my hands trembled due to the sensual and hot attraction of Sean's body as he touched me. My breathing began to heavy and sting, I shuddered feeling his touch on my body. Sean tightened his body to me, he raised my face and tilted it to receive a sweep of his lips. When our mouths clashed softly and sweetly, my chest was heavy. Sean was getting wild to persuade me to take a swipe of his tongue.

"South..." My fists. Amazed, shaking.

"Tell me what you want, Franda!"

I'm powerless, I'm longing, I want more. My tears flowed because of the pleasure I got. Sean buried his face under my chest and his tongue gently caressed my stomach. I was assaulted by the pleasure that shook my soul, my body shook and the part between my legs was wet. Sean kissed me down there incessantly, I was almost crazy. The urge to point his face at the wet part of my body was already unbearable. With a single jolt, Sean's finger removed the last cover of my body, I was already fully exposed.

Sean's domineering attitude destroyed my defense. Now I want to rule over her hard body, and want her muscular body to overlap and urge me mercilessly until I scream. I completely lost to her touch, to her gentleness, I swore I would hand myself over to her.

Both of my hands cupped Sean's face, his coarse facial hair tickling my palms, sending out a pleasant and thrilling sensation. My eyes looked at his pair of sea-blue eyes, "I want you to promise me now, Sean... Can you promise not to betray me? I want you to be around me as hard as you are, I want you to tell me everything first. I always want to be first for you. Can you promise me that?"

Sean suddenly looked at me in disbelief, as if I was still doubting his sincerity, but a few seconds later he softened again, "Franda, I married you to make you happy. If one day we get into a fight, one thing I can be sure of, is not the other woman who caused it. I promise to keep my heart as good as ever. I promise."

I grabbed Sean by the nape, kissed his lips, touched by his meaningful and understanding speech. My fingers moved aside her delicate and soft hair, squeezing it gently, "I'm yours, Sean! I want to spend a long, hot night with you."

From his touch Sean confirmed that I was a gift sent to him, "You are indeed a gift sent to me, Franda, and I really like the gift I get. I've opened the package, now let me enjoy it so I'm grateful for my gift."

I stared with fret, and passion, until my eyes ached. Sean was too handsome, too soft, too warm, to be the beautiful figure I wanted. His mouth that a moment ago had greeted my womanhood behind my kicking triangle, driving me crazy. My body was already too throbbing, already too painful, wanting to immediately come into contact with his mouth, with his entire body. Ah, For God's sake...

"Franda.." - Dedis Sean, piercing me with a sudden and rough movement made the body jerk, his lips kissed my neck sweetly and gently, then turned wild. The caresses of her lips and tongue left a trace of heat on my skin, coupled with the sensation of the thin hairs adorning her face. I felt like I was in heaven, in the pleasure of trying to keep persuading me.

"Your skin is smooth, your scent is soft..." Sean growled in his kiss, "Franda, you made me want to destroy your beautiful body with all my energy..."

I shuddered, challenged to answer, "I'm yours, Sean! I'm waiting for you to break my bones..."

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