I'm Tired, Love Me

Paris

After our marriage contract, Steve took me to his factory, a very large factory, where Steve introduced me to all his employees. After that Steve held interviews with the press for business magazines who heard that Steve was married. In the interview Steve always held my hand and never stopped smiling at me.

Steve took me to Paris, according to the schedule that I should have gone through as the winner of the race. But it's a lot different now that Steve's coming with me and we're on our honeymoon here.

“I should have proposed to you here.” We stood in a fancy restaurant, Le Jules Vernes the name of the restaurant, the view from here was beautiful.

“I'm sorry dear.”

“Nothing to forgive, this is better, I can even directly invite my wife to enjoy the romance Paris.” Steve hugged me tight.

1 Week with Steve in Paris makes me like a queen. Steve spoils me so much, Steve's romantic is very in accordance with Paris. From the boutique that 1 Steve took me in and out of all the boutiques along the road we went through.

“Darling already yes shopping, this is too much, a year is also not necessarily to use everything.” I'm tired of shopping that much.

“Are you tired baby?” Steve asked as we waited in the VIP lounge at a luxury boutique.

I nodded, because there were more than 10 stores that we entered, and every store Steve always shopped some, whether it was clothes, shoes, bags, even some diamonds, and even some, and all that was just for me, Steve didn't buy anything for himself.

“Okey after this we will eat first, keep back hotel ya.”

“Can we eat at the hotel only?” My bargain.

“Can baby, you must be tired once huh?” Steve knelt before me and took my foot and put it on his lap.

“What's wrong?” I was surprised by Steve's attitude, and wanted to pull my leg.

“Be quiet baby, I don't want you to be tired because of me.” While massaging my feet gently.

“But, I'm not papa darling, a short break at the hotel must be tired of me missing.” I stopped Steve's hand. “Don't be like this darling, you'll look like a man who has no authority.” I rebuked Steve.

Steve put my feet down and stood before me with a slight bow and smiled at me. “Baby, you know? That glorifying the wife is what will make me authoritative, we are not in my office. The most important thing for me is my wife and family.” Then Steve kissed my forehead and kissed my lips at a glance.

“I just don't want people to look at you husband who is treated like a slave wife.” I held Steve's hand.

“Let them think whatever they want, the important thing is that we are happy with what we live. Okay baby?” With a smile that always captivates Steve reassures me.

We went back to the Paris Peninsula hotel. Our groceries were brought by the hotel staff. Steve rented a suite for us to stay in here. Luxury room that I don't know how much I'm sure this is a room with a price that will surprise me. After opening the door of the hotel room, I immediately walked towards the bed and immediately poured down my body, a feeling of drowsiness that I could not stand. Shoes, jackets, even my bag is still attached to my body. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep in my sleep even though I haven't changed my clothes.

“Baby wake up.” Steve woke me.

“Heemmm still sleepy babe.” My eyes are still heavy to open.

“Eat first yuk, later connect again his sleep.” He showered me with his kiss on my whole face.

“Iya darling.” I woke up forced to do so because Steve didn't stop kissing me.

“Capek really huh?” Steve asked as he led me towards the dining room of our room.

“It's how not tired, you just ask for a nice day can be five times, it's been taken to walk the shop muterin not only one or two, not to mention be told to try clothes.”

“Hahahaha, it's really good for you. Can you ask for more delicious dong if so?” Raising his eyebrows, he teased me. “And have rested five hours more tuh, I was alone not observed.” Steve pretended to pout.

“The hell is five hours? I feel like five minutes yes.” I answered with a smile.

“Try aja seen the clock tuh.” Steve pointed his watch at me to see.

“Honey, you changed my clothes?” I saw that my clothes had changed with a broken white silk nightgown.

“Emang who else changed baby? Office boy yet?” Answer origin.

“Ih sewot.” My answer.

“Sorry baby, I'm really tired.” I approached Steve sitting across from me, hugging his neck from behind.

“Sini.” Steve pulled my hand and sat me on his lap.

“I will never be angry with you, whatever you do I'm sure it must be the best for you. I love you with all your shortcomings, I want to be with you not only because of your strengths, but because you deserve the best.” Steve hugged my waist and kissed my hand. “Love you baby.” The sound of the message, the sound of the message I like to hear.

“Thank you for all your love and concern for me dear.” I put my hand on his neck and peppered his cheek.

“Ehm want to tempt me?”

“Ih no, I just said thank you kok.”

“But use kiss-cium.”

“Can't kiss husband alone?”

“Can't, take another kiss.”

“Ya I'm taking again.” I peeked Steve's cheek back.

“That's god again, kiss again tuh.” Steve keeps teasing me.

“So he said he was told to take it, I took it in say kiss. Tau ah I took a shower.” With a frown I was about to stand up from Steve's lap, but Steve held my waist.

“If you dare to stand, I make you can not walk for a week.” Threatened him.

“Ih kok use ngancam.”

“You try?” His challenge.

“Try it if you dare.” My daughter turned and stood up and then walked a few steps away from Steve.

“Okey, lets play baby.” His reply quickly caught up with me, then pulled my hand and kissed my lips.

“Darling I haven't had a shower, haven't brushed my teeth.” I pushed Steve's chest slowly.

“I don’t care baby, lets play.” Then he kissed me again.

I hooked my hand around Steve's neck, slowly pulling me up and carrying me. I was like a baby held by his father. Steve walked over to the long sofa near our bed. Then he sat himself on the couch, and I was on top of him with a kiss he still didn't want to let go. His hands began to mischievously caress my thighs, the silk nightgown was already exposed and showed off my thighs. His hand kept moving actively stroking there, giving me goosebumps.

“Sweetest already dong.” I said take off the kiss.

“Not yet, it was you alone who was nantangin.” Now his hand moved to open the tshirt he was wearing himself, featuring a field chest and torn bread that made me unable to bear to touch it.

“Iya yes I was wrong, let me take a shower first.”

“Owh so you want it in the bathroom? Okay come on.” His hands are ready to carry me.

“Eh is not what it means dear. Here is aja deh.” My next.

“Well that dong. My wife is the best.” He came back to kiss me.

I felt the chest of my husband's field, and his torn bread that seemed to call to me plural. I've always loved holding it when Steve was bare-chested like this.

Kissing her from the lips turned to the neck, her active hand had already managed to remove the cloth attached to me, without me noticing.

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