Cracked Pearls

Have Each Other - End

Without feeling the time passes so quickly.

Time points to ten nights, which means .. My wedding and Jancent's have passed. There are no follow-up events the next day like ngunduh mantu and others like most people. I purposely wanted it that way, because I was too embarrassed to ask for much.

A five-star hotel in the city center, selected Jancent for tonight's me and her rest. We took a shower in turns. Now Jancent is over fifteen minutes in the bathroom. I'm still waiting.

Before long he came out with a kimono and wet hair that he was smoking using another towel.

I won't deny that it looks a thousand times more seductive.

“You want to take a shower first, what goes to sleep directly?” jancent asked to see me who had not yet picked up the super complicated dress on my body.

“I want to take a shower! But help me get rid of the back straps in my dress!” Turning around I showed my back which was quite torturous.

Jancent smiled and walked over. Carefully opened one by one the rope I pointed at earlier.

“Udah," he said, capped a brief kiss on my plain shoulder.

I felt it for a moment and smiled. “Still," I said and slammed into the bathroom.

Unexpectedly, soaking in warm water in a bathtub made my body perfectly relaxed. I enjoyed it feeling full. My plain body I rub gently using abundant soap foam. It feels like heaven.

“Honey! How long?! You catch a cold, you know!" Jancent knocked on the door, which shook me.

“Iya, just a moment again!” I half screamed.

“Kalo did not come out also I broke, nih!”

The threat made me want to laugh. “Iya.”

Let, I thought. I still feel comfortable with the therapeutic scent that mingles in the water that I'm soaked in.

At least ten minutes passed from the moment Jancent knocked on the door, his voice unheard. Replaced by the faint sound of fine music I heard from inside the room. I climbed from the marinade. One knee-length kimono I wear.

Long hair and wet I skin the towel so as not to scatter the rest of the shampooing droplets.

The door started to slide, very slowly. The head held half into the room to see what Jancent was doing. “Where is he?” I myself dyed. Until I saw the balcony door open making a thin white curtain that covered it fluttered in the night breeze. “He's definitely out there.”

I rushed in to change my clothes before my husband came in. I still feel ashamed.

A paperbag given by his mother Jancent I took from the top of a single sofa in the corner of the room. My in-laws said it was my dress. But like being force-strangled, I was shocked to stare at the thin strands I had just pulled from inside the paperbag and I shook my eyes.

“What is this?”

Transparent black lingerie with the chest not full, even almost open. His shoulder strap may only be as big as three sticks of put together. Another one, a piece of pants in the same material, fell under my feet, then picked it up and held it with an uncomfortable look.

I stood up to release it on my body. It turned out that the dress was right in the middle of my thigh.

My face was confused to respond. If so, I'm really like a thirsty woman.

In the end, inevitably, I wore it too.

After the meeting I put on my body, I'll just roll around in the blanket, I thought. Mumpung Jancent is still outside the balcony.

I was horrified to look at myself like this.

Quickly comb the hair that somehow suddenly becomes tangled, until it is difficult to reach neat. I began to get frustrated, looking annoyed at my reflection in the vanity mirror in front of me. And ....

“Kalo kayak gini, can be damaged your hair.”

I looked surprised. Jancent suddenly stood behind me when she stepped into the room. He then grabbed the comb I was holding.

“Ja-Jancent .... There is only this shirt that I can wear,” I said slowly looking down embarrassed, before he first commented.

Jancent smile. His palms are still busy helping me comb. “Nothing. I've seen everything in you.”

There were no words I could make up, other than the bad breath that blew quite rough from my mouth.

He's correct. Specially?

**

Yep! Like most couples, in the end it's also what we do. Jancent is like a thirsty man who stutters my body, and I enjoy it as well. Classical music plays beautifully into the back sound. We were both suddenly primed to forget how tired it was today because of the exhausting party, noon to ten.

In a time that took almost an hour, finally this struggle stopped. Sweat was pouring in between our skin clinging to each other and swiping. Jancent looked at me fixedly in a still-overlapping body position. Wearing my hair was friendly and then tucking my forehead inside. “Still. I am so happy today,” he said with breath still ringing the rest of his release.

I turned my hand, which had been on my back, now draped around his neck. I pulled a smile, then said, “I am too. Thank you for being by my side until this moment. Zhio or Jancent, I love both.”

Smiling back, Jancent answered my chatter. There was no more word after that, other than staring at each other and caressing each other in silence, enjoying how much we now had each other.

In the dim atmosphere of the room, we finally back together lips, deep and full of feelings. Until then the passion was aroused again. Jancent's guerrilla lips again obscure every inch of my body that may be salty by sweat accompanied by a tempestuous sound. I was constantly moaning and enjoying everything he did for me. Up here I admit, that I like this part so much. As a wife, not as a jal4ng-underline it.

...T A M A T'S...

...🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺...

VISUAL BONUS.

ZHIO VERSION

JANCENT VERSION

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