Don't Blame Your Husband for Loving Me

Worship Together

"The beauty of your creation, O Allah...."

Getting such praise even more embarrassed Sella, what else the gaze of Dimas who was so deep hit the heart that was racing.

The touch on the cheeks made the blood flow more profusely than usual. Dimas' smile hinted at another until Sella was unable to translate. The man closed his body by wrapping both hands around his wife's hips.

"Sister....."

"I miss dear, it's true said dilan miss is heavy, until my heart almost died holding it. Deck, thanks for receiving my proposal. I'll make you queen of my life."

"Thank you, sister." said Sella.

Dimas hugged Sella, beating the hearts of the two like they were fighting in the field of battle. Sella, who was initially silent, finally returned a hug that she had not felt for a long time. The hearts of the two greeted each other, so that there was not the slightest distance between them.

Dimas' head descended into the recess of Sella's neck, seeking the comfort she had long dreamed of. Slightly moaning until Sella felt restless.

"Nr ....."

"The smell of your body is still the same darling even more tempting, since long ago I liked it."

Dimas was really unsettling, what else did his hand begin to gently rub Sella's back which made her body bristle. And a warm Dimas breath.

A little look up gives Dimas access to enjoy further the arousing neck of the air.

"It's our first night after marriage, I adore you with all the beauty that's in you, be prepared love we worship together."

Sella closed her eyes, it felt not ready and returned to a stranger with a man whose status was her husband. What's more two times fused not as desired, too sick in memory. But her current status has led her to give her husband any rights, even her whole body is halal at the plural by Dimas.

"I cleaned first, after that we worship together."

"I.iya sis...."

"Why are you still nervous so dear, hhmm? do you want me first or do you take a shower?"

"It's up to my sister...."

"It's up to me, I want both, how?" Dimas smiled meaningfully, heavy for him to hold something that has been dwelling for a long time, but the body must be cleaned immediately before the adventure began.

"Sister, don't keep teasing me.." whining Sella made Dimas anxious himself.

"Yes, you'll wear it first and then I'll take it."

"I took a shower first, sister, but before I wanted to ask for help, because this is difficult for me, sister." said Sella hesitated.

"Please, dear?"

"Please...mmmmm_"

"Darling, don't hesitate let's say what you ask for?" Dimas stared at Sella inside, this was his first request after officially becoming a husband. Whatever his wife asked him to do.

Sella turned around to make Dimas wrinkle his forehead, then he looked a little at Dimas who was still still clueless.

"Please unzip my dress, brother, my hand is not there!" lirih Sella, Dimas smiled to himself hearing it. It feels like he immediately pounced on this woman who has been his rightful wife.

"Yes dear.." the zipper came down slowly as Dimas' warm touch hit his back, Sella closed her eyes. His heart was insecure, it was the same as letting Dimas see some of his body.

Just above the hips the zipper stopped, clearly plastered real smooth back Sella that makes Dimas more tempted.

"Oh yes, brother, thank you. I'll take a shower first..."

"Don't be long, you've made my body uneasy" whispered Dimas right in Sella's ear.

"I.iya sis....." Sella immediately darted into the bathroom. He leaned against the door that was already tightly closed with his chest rising and falling.

"My heart..... Horrified to taste, brother Dimas, would refuse to fear sin, but in them I did not feel strong nahan."

Sella immediately took off her dress and then went into the bathtub, soaking may be able to normalize her body that is still in shock of touch.

Almost 20 minutes Sella had not yet come out of the bathroom, while Dimas had finished cleaning in the room he had previously occupied. Dimas stepped towards the bathroom door. Knocked several times until the door opened and showed Sella's body wrapped by a bathrobe.

Sella is forced to use a bathrobe because she forgot to bring a change of clothes, while she is surprised by Dimas who is neat with Koko and peci on her head.

"Sister...."

"You are so long, dear, let's pray first!"

Sella felt ashamed of herself, her mind was already withering away when Dimas asked her to worship together. Dimas smiled looking at the face of Sella who was still silent and confused reading the situation.

"What do you think, baby? I want to but we pray first before doing any other worship."

Sella's face was reddened, she could only lower her head then take a change of clothes and prepare to follow Dimas who had held a prayer mat in another room. The room is so big and luxurious is right for newlyweds like them, what else there is another roar that can be used for them to pray together.

After the greeting, Dimas turned his body and reached out to Sella. The first night of being a priest for his wife, a Dimas' heart trembled until the tears escaped.

"My wife, I'm happy baby" Dimas peeped in Sella's forehead, until the happy tears fell on her eyes.

Dimas stared at Sella who had been silent since then with a faint smile that made him uneasy. Dimas could not bear to start, but he wanted to know the readiness of his wife first.

"Are you ready for your next prayer, baby?"

"God willing, sister.." said Sella who was greeted with a smile by Dimas.

"Where are you, baby?"

"Huhuh?" what kind of question Dimas asked, while Sella was in an inner war with her embarrassment.

Dimas laughs at Sella's innocent face, he does have to be patient guiding Sella to achieve the goal.

The eyes of the two locked together, Dimas's hand began to rest on Sella's cheek until it went into her nape. Slowly but surely Dimas eroded the distance to stop to the long untouched lips of ranum. On top of a container Dimas landed his lips on the stopover. Gently peeked until Sella who was initially nervous began to lulled. The sound of a kiss sounded beautiful in the ears, awakening the long-buried passion. Dimas continued to play the role until Sella opened access for him to pass every inch without remaining. Sella's hand gripped Koko Dimas's shirt until it was scuffed as her husband deepened his kiss. Their tongues twitched together, Sella began to reply with a gentle touch making Dimas even more excited.

Dimas's hand began to open his wife's face, giving a little distance to open the face until the beautiful Sella's hair was seen.

"Darling, let me visit you...."

Shamefully allowing Sella, the smiles of the two were engraved beautifully. Dimas immediately raised Sella's body to the contest.

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It's still morning..slow first yes,,,

Patient, Dimas is still a fashion male cat that is ready to prey but still carefully act. While Sella fashion female cats are willing but embarrassed....

where is it good and what style is right for them?