Husband Setting

Enough with me

Jen re-stretches her blanket, when Darren drops his knees on the same bed as her. The sweat began to manifest all over his body as his chest pounded incoherently. "Ja-don't be like that, Ren .. I—"

Jen's eyes can only be bulging, as Darren unceasingly warms her lips. A gentle sip made Jen's hand only squeeze the blanket. Naturally, Jen's lips opened when her nose could not meet the supply of oxygen to her lungs. However, it was not the soothing air he could get, but rather the deadly gentle urge.

Jen was still fixedly staring at Darren's calm and graceful face. Those eyes are closing. Jen's heart is at war, he is still afraid if it looks careless and does it because it is ensnared just naafsu. He was afraid that this beating was only a momentary feeling. Actually, he was confused and afraid of regret.

Jen's trembling hands stretched out, pressing down on Darren's chest, but it was just like a swab. Not pushing to stop it.

Sensing Jen's hand, Darren stopped and moved away. Both of them complained long and deep.

"I-aku—"

"Are my feelings not enough for you, Jen?" Darren's chest went up and down, he knew Jen didn't like it, but when it was pronounced the lips he had just left, it felt like a bullet had pierced his heart. He was so scared.

Jen shook her head.

Uh ...!

Why even shake? Ah ... Jen's brain is fucked up right now.

Darren pulled the corner of his lips, grabbed Jen's hand and fused his fingers. His eyes again launched an appeal for Jen to obey him. "Enough yourself with me, Jen .. suffice my feelings for you as an excuse to keep us together."

"I—"

"Trust me, Jenny!" Darren can't wait anymore. He again invaded Jen's lips which had seemed to tease her since. The next morning, if Jen gets angry or strangles her. He doesn't care.

Darren's sigh brushed Jen's cheeks giving birth to a warm red hue. His hand was in Darren's power, interjecting and fusing and Darren pointed the hand at his shoulder. His body brimmed, then his eyes closed. Surrender, because Darren has weakened himself.

Darren paused his movements, he looked at Jen's face, then pushed her down. "Be mine, Jen ...!"

Jen's fall was high in Darren's legs, the eyes really made him paralyzed. Not answering her nervousness, Jen just blinked her eyelids.

The wind blew against Darren, he wasted no more time, once again, the other side of his body moved with excitement. He immediately kissed Jen's forehead and muttered the word 'Love you' between small strokes all over Jen's face.

Jen's breath was stifled, other than clutching Darren's arm, she couldn't do anything about it. This is the first thing he did.

"Emm ...," Jen grimaced.

"Sorry, Honey ...," Darren tries to calm Jen down by kissing her. Darren did not want to rush, so he waited for Jen to relax again, then he moved back. Actually he was also no less trembling and nervous but the desire to claim Jen as his own beat his nervousness.

Darren doesn't want to lose a moment, he really enjoys Jen. Not a bit forgotten about it to harvest. Patience's fruit. This is love!

"Jn ...."

"Eeemm ..," Whether it's the answer to Darren's call or not, since the woman's lips only sigh 'em' and 'ah' occasionally hissing.

"Love you, Jen .. love you!" lirih Darren sighed a little. It makes Jen creepy and cold. Wanting to reply but Jen did not have time to say, Darren again ruled his lips. Together and drowning deep.

Enjoy!

***

Jen couldn't close her eyes. He hasn't even moved since Darren finished with him. His head feels full. He's just not sure, he just hasn't felt the same way he did with Diego.

Darren just got back from the kitchen, took a drink for himself and for Jen. Wearing the shorts he used to sleep in, Darren stepped up with a radiant face.

"Not slept?" Desy surprises Darren who is still attached to the shadow of his love just now. The woman's eyes shrank full of search. "Happy?" he continued, while facing the son.

"Jen's thirsty, Ma .. So I'll get you a drink!" He shook a bottle of Dinka's Waferware that seemed to condense in front of Desy.

In response to Darren's reply, Desy tilted her head. Although it was sultry, it was almost one in the morning, the air started to cool down. Desy was pinging, but then she developed a smile. He looked at his son meaningfully.

Darren used to roam around the house bare-chested like this, but this time it felt a bit different. It was wrong to look at his mother. "What, anyway, Ma?"

"Fuck you, honey." Desy patted his son's cheek while grinning his smile. No more grandchildren, Desy thought. "There! Jen's out on dry!" Desy pushed Darren a little, but his expression was really embarrassing.

Darren nodded in embarrassment, scratching his hair which was so messed up by Jen. Desy shook her head before continuing her intention to the bathroom.

"For a long time, anyway ... I'm kebelet, Ren," Jen's sergeant who is still wrapped in a blanket. It was exactly the same when Darren left.

Darren closed the door, "Mama's still in the bathroom, wait a minute, yeah!" He approached Jen, opening the lid of the waferware bottle.

"Where are straws?" ask Jen.

"Make what?"

"Make a drink, Ren ...."

"Can't you drink right out of the bottle?" Darren picked up the tissue intending to clean the lip of the bottle. "It's clean, it's nobody's, I drank it from another bottle."

Jen sighs. "Not that, but ..," Jen bit her lip.

How about yak?

"But what?" Darren is so curious that he shifts his body closer to Jen.

"Anu .. That," Jen averted her eyes, her face hot. He strengthened his heart. "If I wake up, I'm a peekist here." Jen's eyelids closed perfectly. Understand, Ren .. This feels out, the mind.

Darren was confused, "Udah can't stand it, yeah ... to the bathroom downstairs yeah, I'm taking it!"

"But this has come out, Ren .. I have ...," Jen said.

Seeing Jen so scared that her face turned red, Darren finally approached. "I'm carrying, yeah .. Just take a towel first. I'm not papa, tomorrow morning I take it to Londonrian." He pinned a kiss on his wife's hair to calm her down, before he picked up a towel.

"But, Ren ...,"

"Udah, no papa, let me change!" He reassured Jen, then with a slow movement the innocent body woke up. Slightly grimacing, he confirmed the position of his blanket.

"illness?" Darren glimpsed a look of horror on Jen's face, but the girl shook her head. Darren's eyes wandered around looking for Jen's t-shirt, which he didn't know where he had thrown it. "She said the first time it hurt, Jen, how come you didn't?" He finds his white shirt tangled up where Jen left it.

"Don't believe it's the first time?" sergeant Jen while holding back the embarrassment, he flicked his face towards Darren who was dumbfounded.

Misdecorate the cake.

"No, he meant after. I mean right now, it doesn't hurt. The door's a paradise, I mean." He starts helping Jen with her clothes.

Jen clucked behind his movements. He is afraid to talk about this with men. What, really, shame!

"Hem ...?" Darren raised his eyebrows, but his face was very flat. He was still curious about the marks he left behind.

"What, anyway?" Jen grunts.

"illness?"

"A little ...," Jen replied as she edged up, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around her waist. Ignoring the uncomfortable feeling, he walked quickly to the bathroom.

"Wouldn't he be held?"

"Not ...!" ketus Jen slightly jerked the door open.

"Basar not so sensitive!" grouse Jen.

Darren was dumbfounded for a moment, then he smiled and shook his head. Even if it's bad, it still tastes so sweet. He rushes to get up to pack his sheets, but he is again stunned to see something in the place that Jen left behind. His lips could not bear to remain still, he laughed out loud. I don't know.. It feels good. Funny when he misinterpreted what Jen meant by kebelet.

"Pantes he sprained ...," he said as he continued to look at the reddish marks on the bed sheet.

***

The ringing alarm was not even able to tear the peace of the embrace of the newlyweds, until the knock on the door that had been repeatedly heard managed to wake Jen's consciousness.

His eyes blinked heavily, and slowly opened. The first thing she felt was the warm embrace of her husband.

"Son, dawn is over!" desy's behind the door.

"Yes, Ma ...," Jen replied as she lifted her head. She was sure her voice could be heard by her mother-in-law.

His head again spread, the tail of his eyes caught a not too handsome face on his side. It's a long way from Diego, as far away as Earth is from Mars.

Indeed, his feelings for Diego have not been restless since the incident, but he also can not just turn to Darren. Worried if it was all just an escape.

Jen sighed, she decided to let her feelings flow in the rhythm of the water, letting it drift with time. Will not be insistent again will something that disappoints his heart later. One year for him will not be long, but of course togetherness will change everything. Yes, a year is a long time to think about, but when it comes to life, it's just like a blink of an eye.

"Ren ...," his break-up ended the discussion in his heart. His hand he dared to touch the man's shoulder. "... wake up!"

Looking at Darren who opened those eyes was like looking at a rare flower bud that bloomed. Jen's eyes were amazed to witness this, but she immediately pursed. It must be made as dramatic as possible, to look charming, he thought.

Darren's eyesight had been perfectly adorned by a beautiful face that was still tired. The beautiful girl who had captivated her heart, wore her arms to lean on. Like a dream, Darren moved his face to pin a kiss on the temple. This must be a dream, inner Darren lingering on the side of Jen's head. If in reality, now his body must have been all sick and his ears were already filled with poisons from this woman's mouth.

"Called mama, Ren ...."

Am I dead? darren's inner voice when Jen's voice softly caressed her ears. "Emm ... a minute, that."

Jen bristled, Darren's voice was so sweet and sexy that it pierced her skin. Jen bit her lip, the taste came up again.

Oh, my God, it's disgusting that I keep thinking about that scene!

"Wakeup ...!" Jen poked Darren's ribs a little hard.

"Ah ... hurts!" darren complained with widened eyes. A second later, he smiled broadly. He wasn't dreaming.

"Again, Jen!"

If you call darling, it'll be a rage.

"Hm ...! Lend me Dinka's shirt, Ren!" Ignoring Darren's good morning. "The same thing!"

"The same size?"

"Try it first ..," whined Jen. Upset when he only depends on others, especially Dinka who really does not like him.

"Okey, wait a minute, yeah," Darren slid his face back to Jen's cheek, but Jen moved away.

"You what? A tampol?" Those eyes were fiercely glaring. Jen's hand was already halfway up in the air.

"Well, I was willing, now I don't!" Darren nodded and chuckled. He soon moved on and did what Jen Pinta had.

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