CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

#75

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Allahumma Shalli'alaa Sayyidina Muhammad

Wa'ala Alihi sayyidina Muhammad

Asha propped up her chin on the window, her unraveled hair adorning each side of her face. So feminine, and beautiful. The woman watched Azam who was busy stirring the ground. Stemmed - a rose stalk embedded in a neatly arranged polybag next to the male.

"My hubby, you really don't have any sense of beauty, do you? He said he wanted to make a beautiful Rose Garden, the formation period was like that anyway?"

Asha's index finger touched the rose petals that Azam would plant into the ground that had been hollowed out.

Azam looked up just pura - pura wanted to bite the fingers. Asha bossy once if about the arrangement, since the morning Azam was lectured because the selection of flower colors according to Asha is not matching.

"The pit is too crowded, My Hubby. Later the flowers are difficult to breathe, remember, plants are also living things. Need air!"

Azam stood up, getting rid of the ground around his gloves.

"And I am also a living being"

Unbelievably, he kissed Asha's lips which happened to be open.

"I need a kiss too!"

Seriangai on Azam's face made Asha hold back the embarrassment when their link came off.

"Especially after dawn, you left and ran out of bed without giving me__?"

"Dragon!"

Asha glared to hit Azam. But the man need not doubt his flexible motion, easy to twitch.

Asha who is getting upset even gets a gift of a hot kiss. As hot as the rising sun hung in the sky there.

Asha who accidentally bites Azam's tongue is given a mischievous look when their 3-minute kiss is over. Without pause, Asha panted afterwards.

"Oh, are you starting to dare Sha?"

Temptation Azam, his coral eyes flashed - lightning as he wiped the surface of his own lips.

Asha who was mortally embarrassed at the tease thus closed the window of their room with a red face. And lowered the curtain until Azam could not see anything.

Azam knocked on the window.

"Sha, look! These flowers are shrinking because you're closing the window!"

Not until a minute Asha has opened the window again, this time by holding a glass filled with cold orange juice.

"Not for my brother, but"

Asha scrunched her nose as Azam looked at her drink.

"This glass and its contents are mine, now I am the foreman. If you want to drink, finish the job first. Master who likes to kiss without excuse!"

At the pull of Asha's waist, the ice cubes that were bitten were placed on the cleavage of his wife's lips. When the ice was about to fall, Azam pushed his tongue into Asha's mouth. With the ice getting more melted, melted in their mouths that eventually clenched each other.

The taste exploded into various flavors, the coldness of the ice gave a sensation of its own. The smell of orange peeled tickles his sense of smell, as well as the strawberry scent of Asha lipstick blends all of that perfectly.

"I want to touch you, Sha. Now and here"

Low Azam scales.

It was just that hoarse whisper that gave them space to take a breath. Before kiss after kiss long kiss back washed away, melenakan in pleasure. Azam's index finger moved to Asha's neck, looking for the zipper of her dress. Do not want to rush - rush to this moment just to find release alone. Well, Azam's the kind of guy who worships his wife. Relax, Azam has plenty of time to touch Asha.

The dress was already on the floor when Azam took off their embrace. Clutching Asha back while peeling the side of her neck, biting the earlobe, blowing hot air there. Then the movement stopped, Azam looked at his wife's reddened face.

Asha draped her two arms to the back of Azam's neck with a gasp of breath, squeezing her husband's hair slowly and slightly looking random. Gently, Azam inserted each strand of Asha's hair into his open right shoulder.

"You're so beautiful, Sha"

Her head was dizzy with passion, and Asha made things worse by kissing the small end of her husband's lips. Azam was forced to start with a faster rhythm by biting his female jaw.

Azam almost touched his wife's bra hook just as the car horn sounded loud, stopping both activities. Azam had no time to be surprised, but another with Asha.

The woman drowned herself in the curve of her neck, closing her legs. While Azam turned to the source of the sound, and found the head of Arkha Dirgantara nongol from behind the glass of his luxury car. The man took off his glasses while shouting, glaring at him.

"At least you can close the window first, Azam! Geez Ma, look at the behavior of your daughter and daughter Mama!"

Samar Azam saw the shadow of Hanifah from behind the clear windshield of the car. The father-in-law was busy pulling Arkha back to sit down. Tell him to park fast instead - instead of peeking at what his sister and sister-in-law did.

"If your house is not far from the gate in front of you, maybe your neighbors will gather to watch you. Good Azam! You made a smart isolation place!"

Spicy insinuations, once again Hanifah pulled Arkha to a seat.

Asha grew worse and worse at the screams. Azam's body was indeed blocking his body, but Asha kept her eyes closed tightly - tightly. An hour ahead, he must be Arkha's teasing material in his own home. And it's very unpleasant to imagine it will last a long time.

O God

Asha hits Azam's shoulder - she steals a kiss after Arkha's car disappears to park in front of the terrace.

"Why don't you close the window?"

Rajuk Asha, his neck and lips are red. Even the bottom is swollen as if exhausted in a bee sting. Azam tilted, kissing the tip of Asha's nose.

"You made me forget everything Sha?"

Azam chuckled at Asha squinting, still desperately wanting his wife.

Gosh, if not now maybe he'll blow it up in the living room. But out there were her in-laws and sister-in-law, so Azam with her breadth of heart helped Asha put on her dress again. Forced all day long to endure passion. Well, well. At least there is still a long night to enjoy with Asha.

Patience, what is the meaning of waiting a few hours.3 full years he had passed.

A**uthor can't say anything else, just want to say thank you very much for still waiting for the Author business to finish. Thank you for all the support, may all be given all the goodness by Allah SWT.

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