Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 42. Exquisite union

“I know, I'm your wife. Please take your rights,” said Frolline bowed, with a trembling voice.

Ditya froze in place, still with a hugging position. If you follow the principle, of course, when you hear the words of Frolline, he will step back. However, it has no other way. Inevitably, he must take his due tonight even though he knows Frolline is not entirely sincere. And for that reason he postponed meeting with his parents, not yet willing to introduce Frolline to Daddy and Mommy today.

“I'm sorry, Fro. I know, I'm selfish,” whispered Ditya gently draped in the wife's ear, before turning the slender Frolline's body to face her. Staring at the face of my Frolline who held back the feeling and resigned.

Both of Ditya's hands freely cupped the nervous looking innocent face of Frolline, trying to cover the panic by carving out a flat smile.

“I'll be very gentle, if it hurts please tell,” whispered Ditya quietly, before kissing Frolline's lips that froze cold resisted his fear. He found out that his wife was ready, forced to nod and forced to give up.

A warm kiss that a few seconds later becomes deep and more demanding. What a power, his wife's tiny lips were still stiff, frozen and cold as if resisting. Frolline's attitude finally forced Ditya to bite the small pomegranate-red thin lips, forcing his tongue to infiltrate inside like a selfless thief. Tracing the row of teeth and touch all the contents.

Teaching Frolline patiently, Ditya showered the gentleness that made his wife a little softened and relaxed. He hopes that in the midst of compulsion, Frolline can still enjoy the warmth that he will share in a moment.

And sure enough, it didn't take long, Ditya could feel Frolline start replying to him. His bed partner began to get carried away. Slowly, Frolline forgot her nervousness, starting to get swept away with her touch and caresses.

The breath of both hunted, the skin flushed full of cambas. Ditya's hand that was cupping Frolline's face had now moved. The five fingers grabbed the nape of his wife, pressing down slowly and giving Frolline no chance of resisting again in their crucial seconds.

The hot kiss was just over, as the two began to have difficulty breathing. Ditya temporarily let go of his wife, letting Frolline take in as much air as possible and re-regulate the stinged breath.

“Fro, I'm sorry. I know, you're not entirely willing, but I want you tonight,” whispered Ditya, kissing Frolline's forehead gently.

“Please pretend to enjoy what we're going to do next, I can't continue if you seem forced. I know ... I am selfish at this time,” continued Ditya whispered softly. The man pleaded within his already high-flying passion.

“At least when we're together, show that you've really given it to me. Since it's our wedding night, at least make it the most beautiful to remember.”

Frolline nodded. The easy red tiny lips that were wet by the Ditya salivary were beautifully bristled.

“I don't care if there's someone else's shadow in here, but I want to see the love in your eyes when we both do it even though that love isn't for me right now,” Pinta Ditya, pointing to the chest of the Frolline.

“I'm sorry Fro. I'm the most selfish man, but what I do is because I love you. I can't let go of you, Ditya's inner”.

With hesitation, Frolline hugged Ditya's waist. And a little on her tiptoes, she kissed her husband for the first time. Of course Ditya is happy to get this treatment from his wife, even though he knows what the reality is.

Welcoming the tiny lips that were now learning to kiss her with their eyes closed, Ditya's hands hugged his wife's slender waist, slowly dragging Frolline into the middle of the room. The two were still enjoying each other, as Frolline's feet hit the side of the bed. With a slow push, Ditya managed to drop the body wrapped in nightclothes that was lying resignedly on the bed.

Not long after, the man followed. Overlapping and controlling a tiny body without a fight under his confinement. The handsome man again anchored kiss after kiss on the face of Frolline who began to enjoy his treatment. Smiling between the kisses of their lips as Ditya felt both of Frolline's hands coiling spoiled around his neck. So possessive and beautiful, Ditya felt possessed at this moment.

The linkage stopped when Ditya felt his wife had run out of air through her increasingly hot kiss. The tip of his lips lifted up, when he found the face of Frolline who was not nervous and panicked.

“Open your eyes, Fro,” whispered Gently.

The eyelids slowly opened up, exchanged glances, conversed in silence. As Ditya smiled for the umpteenth time, Frolline nodded sincerely.

Quite understanding with the nod of his wife, Ditya started with a kiss on the forehead, which moved to the lips and ended up in the neck of a smooth white level that looked up when getting a lip sweep. Straining when the burly hands that are now actively exploring the skin of the body that is still covered in clothes, infiltrate there.

“I beg your permission to open it,” whispered Ditya gently after his satisfied hand slipped, playing behind the nightgown.

Not waiting for an answer, the man took off one by one the threads lining his wife's body and threw them as he pleased. Ditya chuckled softly when she found that Frolline covered part of her naked body with both hands.

“I'm ashamed,” whispered Frolline. Reddish cheek hue with eyes closed, resisting embarrassment and condolence at the same time.

The man immediately took off the shirt and went bare-chested. “Are we not the same,” whispered Ditya soothing.

Frolline bit her lip as her husband's hand began to wander into each inch of her body, removing Frolline's hand so as not to disturb her pleasure of enjoying the twin mounds. Hidden assets that are now plastered real in plain sight.

The shame was slowly gone as touch after touch Ditya. The handsome man actually made Frolline soar into the air, providing new experiences and sensations that had never been felt before.

The rejection in the heart that had appeared at the beginning, evaporated out of nowhere. Frolline was enjoying a new sensation when she could feel the first release. Close the lips so that the sound of pleasure is not heard out.

“Shameful! Why am I so cheap!” complains Frolline in the heart, when accidentally carried away the flow of the game Ditya.

“Open your eyes! Look at me and sigh as we make the first union. I want you to remember clearly that Ditya Halim Hadinata is your husband. The one who takes his right over you and is responsible for your life,” pinta Ditya.

“Slip my name in your sigh if you feel I deserve the award,” said Ditya.

Frolline opened her eyes, frozen when she saw the man on top of her body was already as innocent as her.

“Slightly sick, but I will try as gently as possible. I know, I'm the first,” said Ditya before starting.

Slowly but surely the beautiful union took place, the unification of which had not been based on love, only limited to the responsibility of giving and receiving because of a status which people call husband and wife.

The pretty face with sweaty fur frowned, looking up, with her left hand squeezing the sheets and her right hand squeezing her husband's back, sticking her pointy nails in there.

The more the pain rippled, the more Ditya felt the pain in his skin. Actually not heart, even Frolline did not dare to speak. Silence in pleasure and pain that strikes simultaneously.

“Sick?” ask Ditya gently, stop pushy. Pause in the middle of his business.

Frolline nodded.

“Sorry,” said Ditya quietly, peeping his wife's forehead. Simultaneously, without excuse jerk a little harder and make the unification perfect.

“Ah ... Sickness!” screeched Frolline restrained, hurriedly biting on her husband's shoulder so that the sound of his screams disappeared.

Frolline squealed in pain for the first time, looking up, enduring a hard-to-express feeling. Pain, pain and sadness converge when Ditya already has it, making her a full-fledged wife.

Two tears fell down past his temple, he remembered his promises to Firstan.

“I'm sorry, First,” inwardly while crying inwardly.

On the other hand, there was happiness filling Ditya's heart. “Thank you,” whispered, his instincts could feel he had just gotten something valuable from his wife. The treasure that Frolline had been guarding might be for another man, but in the end it was the winner, he got it.

Back to finish, what has already begun. Striking and jerking in a constant rhythm until finally reaching the peak of perfection. Spouting his seeds into his wife's womb, hoping to grow and bear fruit as soon as possible.

After their heated struggle, Frolline drooped in exhaustion in Ditya's decapitation. Removing her friendship to a man who has legally become her husband in compulsion and sincerity that is only limited to the lips.

Faintly, she could still hear her husband's soft words that wiped the sweat on his forehead, giving a kiss of thanks.

“I love you, Fro. Willing to wait for you to love me foolishly,” whispered Ditya quietly.

The man got up from his sleep after making sure that Frolline was completely asleep. Enveloped an innocent body that was flushed almost all over the body due to his expression of love. His eyes kept haru as he looked at the red stains on the white sheets.

“I will fight for you for what you gave me tonight,” said Ditya slowly.

“I won't let you suffer the same fate as my mama,” continued Ditya again.

***

T b c

Love You all

Thank you