Dr. Little Wife. Emir
Eps. 08
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"Emir will take care of Emira from now on, grandma need not worry." replied the Emir reassuringly.
The event continued with the reception attended by the family and closest relatives, even though the guests who came looked very much. The reception was held at a five-star hotel in Jakarta.
At exactly 20:00 wib the new event was completed, all the guests had also left the venue, as well as to his two best friends Kiran and Della,
"Honey you immediately rest yes, mother has booked a room for you, mother and father to go home first." Mother Daniah hugged Emira tightly, giving thanks at this time she was so relieved and happy because she had carried out her best friend's trust.
"You don't make Emira stay up late. Remember he's still in school." Barra's father mengultimatum his son, because he was also like an Emir, looks cold but soft when faced with his wife.
"Bang, sister-in-law, have a good time." Goda Arkana goes by following her mother and father.
Indeed, at this time Emira's face was like a boiled crab, red and hot.
When you enter a hotel room awkwardness occurs. Emira is confused as to what to do, and again the Emir still does not make any sound.
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POV Emira
"Emm.. mas!, I'll take a shower first huh" I said breaking the silence.
"Yes." That's the answer to him
I picked up the suitcase I had placed next to the bed, I opened the suitcase to take a change of clothes, after I could then bring it into the bathroom. When I was in the bathroom I tried to open the wedding dress but it turned out to be very difficult, the drag on my back I could not reach, he said, inevitably I have to ask my cold husband for help.
I opened the bathroom door slowly, my husband was sitting on the sofa facing straight into the bathroom, without me asking him to walk over to me.
"What's wrong?" ask when it is in front of me.
"I'm sorry if I could ask you to open my dress, I really can't open it"
"Reverse" Slowly my husband's hand lowered the drag on my back, when the drag of my dress had reached the waist, he also stopped his movement, I felt the touch of his hand rubbed the back from the shoulder to the waist, he said, without a word he buried a kiss on the nape of my neck.
Long and slowly getting deeper, I was sure there was already a red mark there. As strong as I can I hold the tingling feeling that makes my body stiffen and creep.
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The breath was so piercing the pore of my skin, my blood instantly boiled, the atmosphere turned hot.
"Emmm..." I'm trying to wake her up.
Long time no response.
"Bandy." He stopped the kiss on my back, and passed towards the sofa, then busied himself back with his phone.
"May she not be angry." My mind is afraid. I passed to take a shower.
POV AUTHORS
Thirty minutes had already passed but Emira was still not out of the bathroom, it was inviting questions in the Emir's mind. The Emir approached the bathroom door and was about to knock on it, but the door was already open.
"I'm sorry, lama huh ?" asked Emira in front of the bathroom door, her face looks fresher and a little wet, really clean and radiant, even without makeup polish, making Emira look very sweet.
Emir sculpted, looking at his wife without pause, Emira was currently wearing a long satin nightgown and wearing an instant hijab to the chest, although closed, but could not cover the shape of her sexy curves. Yep! Emir admitted that Emira's body is not high. True right only limited to the Emir's shoulders. But everything is so perfect, Emira still hasn't budged because the Emir is blocking her way.
"I thought you slept inside." The Emir replied, then passed into the bathroom to clean up.
Emira prepares a change of clothes for her husband, after wearing her face she unfolds two prayer mats for herself and her husband.
Five minutes later Emir was seen coming out of the bathroom wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist, seeing that he was hurriedly looking down, after Emir had put on his cocoa shirt and sarong that had been prepared earlier, Emira rushed to stand in the ranks of the laboratory to perform the isa prayer.
Four rakaat they joined together, and doapun has been addressed to the khalik. The Emir turned his back and stretched out his hand which was received directly by his wife, Emira kissed the back of the Emir's hand with reverence.
He saw the face of the wife clingy, Emir stroked the cheek of Emira who was still wearing a face.
"Do you know your duties as a wife?" the Emir asked the wife in a still cold tone,
"Are you going to ask for it at this time ?" Emira asked back, she looked at her husband's eyes looking for answers, but again - again Emira could not interpret the gaze given by the husband.
"If I ask for it tonight will you give it to me?" Emir's hand touched Emira's chin, on the stroke of her sexy little lips with her thumb.
His face was getting closer to the wife's face, now Emira felt her ghost beating a great heart, she squeezed her face to relieve her nervousness.
Her husband's stern face continued to erode the distance, sticking his forehead on Emira's forehead, Emir's breath really penetrated Emira's pore. The masculine fragrance on the Emir's body rushes to his sense of smell.
"I. emmpphhh... " Emira did not have time to answer, Emir had already buried his lips on his wife, a kiss Emir gave to Emira. Suddenly it makes Emira shocked and glared, his body stiff even he forgot how to breathe.
Emira's eyes slowly closed as the Emir never let go of his first kiss, seeing no rejection from Emira, slowly the kiss turned into a passionate kiss, in his suction several times the sexy little lips of the wife who was very tempting.
It was a first experience for Emir and Emira, but their instincts really played very well. The Emir's kiss slowly demanded, asking for a reply from the wife who seemed still unskilled.
The Emir bit the lower lip of the wife to make the lips open, the Emir's hand pressed the nape of Emira deeper, his tongue had explored the wife's oral cavity, deeper and full of lust.
Several times the Emir took a sip on the wife's tongue, although there was still no reply. Emira was really out of breath, she hit her husband's field softly.
"Breathe, or you'll die." Emir cried when he took off his kiss.
"huh.huh...huh..." Emira's breathing gasps, her chest goes up and down while getting enough air supply.
Emir rubbed his wife's lips that looked wet. In his kiss the wife's forehead inside.
"I want you tonight." The Emir did not want any rejection. Slowly the Emir's hand opened the face of the wife attached to his body, now he could see black hair wavy as the shoulders were beautifully arranged.
Seeing the Emir's coldness still lingering on her face, making Emira doubtful, she wanted to give the right to her husband if there was already love between them.
But Emira knows, she has no right to refuse, her body is halal for Emir touch. But if you can be honest, he's not ready.
**Connected**
