LOVE WINARSIH

128. I Love Mas Dean

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Winarsih was busy preparing dinner for her father-in-law who had just returned from a working visit from another island. That afternoon he cooked his father-in-law's favorite fish.

Ms. Amalia sat sweetly in her wheelchair watching the agility of her daughter-in-law's hand putting the dishes containing the favorite food of each family member of the house.

Winarsih had not seen Dean return home, so she sat down to accompany her in-laws to dinner.

"Dean hasn't come home yet Win?" ask Mr. Hartono.

"I guess not yet, I don't see Mr. Dirja's car stopping in front." Winarsih turned back to the family room and the big stairs.

"Sir Dean's got a Nov phone?" ask Winarsih to Novi who is holding his phone.

"No ma'am yet" replied Novi.

Winarsih glanced at the large clock standing in the corner of the dining room. There's no way Dean's coming home late but he's not preaching. Did her husband come home and go upstairs?

Winarsih rushes to have Mba Tina clean up the rest of the dinner and picks up Dirja who has fallen asleep from her babysitter sling.

Upon opening the room door, Winarsih noticed the lights had been tuned to a yellow light. Winarsih stepped in while holding Dirja. He saw Dean sleeping on his back to the door. The man's breathing sounded regular. That means Dean's been sleeping since.

Tucked guilt in Winarsih's heart for not knowing that maybe since then her husband has been in the room. Dean never slept with him before.

After putting Dirja into her box, Winarsih walked up to Dean and sat down by the side of the bed where her husband slept curled up.

Winarsih several times tried to call Dean but it seemed like the man was between subconsciously answering his call.

Winarsih felt a warm air waft as she touched her husband's arm. And he then put the back of his hand on Dean's forehead. Real hot.

Winarsih then lowered her head to put her cheek on her husband's cheek. It was commonly done by Ms. Sumi to better ensure the temperature of her children's fever.

"Wins... I'm ill... Don't be cold again. I'm kangen. Work feels more tired because it is not spirit." Still with eyes half closed, Dean was delirious in his sleep. Probably because of his high heat.

Winarsih got up to look for paracetamol. During his marriage to her husband, Dean had never been sick other than a car accident and stabbed people.

Dean's body was always fresh and looking fit. Dean is neither a smoker nor a drinker. With a regular eating schedule that can be ensured to be very nutritious, Dean is also rarely sick.

"Don't stay with me, I miss Win. I want you to spoil it to me again. I'm your husband. I like it when you're spoiled. Don't be so independent, I want you to need you."

Winarsih felt that the dress she was wearing was holding something back. It turned out that Dean was grasping some of his dress with his fingertips. Her husband again spoke like half-nagging but in a weak, compassionate tone.

He feels guilty. Now he feels guilty. This week Dean almost always comes home late. Her husband was trying to handle some new clients who recruited his legal entity that had dimmed because many cases that befell his family.

Dean was trying to resurrect the Law Firm he had built from scratch. Dean makes a living for his family.

Winarsih realized, Winarsih knew that Dean got what he had now because of his own efforts.

Dean didn't take his father's name, nor did Dean inherit the Law Firm from Mr. Hartono.

Dean raised the office from scratch and tried his own luck since he arrived to set foot in Indonesia after his education in California.

And for days Winarsih paid little attention to her husband. When Dean came home he was asleep and before falling asleep he only had time to ask Dean had eaten or not. That'sthat's all.

Winarsih forgave her husband. But yes it was, to immediately go back to being warm, Winarsih is still a little awkward.

Some nights he woke up because Dean kissed his cheek or stroked his head. The man hugged and rubbed his back several times.

She heard Dean saying that her husband was missing her. And tonight, Dean sleeps curled up with nearly 40 degrees of body heat.

How can he not feel guilty? Dean always had enough for his wife and child. Very more than enough. Even his mother in Jambi was already banned Dean to work to find wages. Dean financed his entire family with his own sweat.

Winarsih got on the bed and raised Dean's hand to get into her husband's arms. Dean's body is really hot.

Dean was handsome. Even in a state of fever and high body heat, Dean is still handsome. Winarsih love that man. She doesn't want to lose her husband.

Suddenly Winarsih realized something. She realized that all this time, she had never said that she loved her husband first.

Dean always reveals his heart. Dean most often said that he loved, he loved or also he missed his wife.

Dean always touches him first, Dean teaches him a lot. From Dean he knew the meaning of pleasure. Because Dean also Winarsih knows that kissing can be delicious. Dean was always more aggressive than he was.

"I need His Father in Dirja every day. His father Dirja is always the first person I think of every morning open my eyes."

Winarsih looked up and pulled Dean's face until their sight met. Dean's eyes were so soft because of his body's heat.

"I also miss the same Father," said Winarsih.

Winarsih gently kissed her husband's neck and jaw gently and moved around quickly. Dean groaned and started pulling his body.

Winarsih's hand started to unbutton her own shirt. He must say through his actions. That he was the owner of that handsome, sometimes haughty man.

Winarsih cupped her hands on Dean's cheeks, she again smelled her husband's never-stained face. Maybe since adolescence Dean has never arrived a single pimple.

"Hmmm--Win.." sighed Dean as she took a slow bite from her husband's ear. Winarsih felt Dean's hand had slipped into his breastplate. She felt her husband's thumb rub against the chest peak that had now tightened due to the demands of the routine she had missed for nearly ten days.

Winarsih stopped her kiss and Dean opened her eyes to see her face. Winarsih got up from her position and removed all the clothes attached to her body.

"Win.." call her husband with longing eyes. Winarsih went down to the bottom of her husband's body and pulled down all the barriers between them. Her husband's body parts down there had risen perfectly.

As his head lowered to begin, Dean half got up to see the action. And when Winarsih's mouth was filled with her husband's belongings, Dean closed his eyes.

Winarsih heard Dean groaning and sighing. Her husband's two hands then grabbed all of her hair to see her face.

That's what Dean used to do. Her husband loved to see her while adoring her part of the royal family. Winarsih likes to see a satisfied expression in her husband's eyes. Many times Dean rubbed his lips that were covering that part.

"Sssshhhh--" Dean again sighed. Her husband did not talk much tonight. Dean this time just as a connoisseur.

After Dean stopped Winarsih's movements down there, Winarsih realized that her husband had enough for it. Winarsih got up and crawled over her husband's body.

Dean looked at him. The man was enjoying the friction of Winarsih's chest sweeping from his thigh to his chest.

"Win..." Dean's words were stifled as Winarsih slightly got up to lead that part of the maleness into his body.

Dean's mouth was slightly open and his eyes seemed impatient waiting for the moment the friction below almost drove him crazy.

"Wins... I like it," Dean said as he closed in on feeling that part of his body was like returning home.

Dean just lay staring at her resting on her husband's two hands that were gripping her waist. Winarsih continues to move following the swings they often do.

Unable to see his chest free and moving, Dean moved both of his hands to squeeze his chest.

Winarsih almost reached her peak, she screeched and stopped her movements. She looked down on the smiling face of her husband. Dean grabbed both of his chest and took a hard sip of the peaks one by one. It was a little loud but Winarsih liked the sensation. She began to become addicted to her husband's habits.

Dean moved like he wanted to move his position. But Winarsih did not want to. He still wants to be in that position. Still with a gasp of breath, Winarsih moved back to swing her body.

Dean nodded loudly. "Wins... I like it." Winarsih had heard her husband's words before her husband lifted his buttocks and helped to speed up the movement.

"Let's Win... A little more," said Dean. Their breath is the same as hunting them. And along with Dean who did his release with a long groan, Winarsih looked back down to bite Dean's smooth white shoulder. He wanted to leave a trace of his ownership to the man.

Dean groaned again enjoying a loud sip on his shoulder. "Wins... I liked. I like you this way."

Winarsih moved slightly to remove the part of Dean's body that had finished releasing his miss.

Winarsih was still sitting looking at her husband's smiling face satisfied. Still with her innocent body, Winarish lowered her head to kiss her husband's lips.

Dean looked at him. The man's eyes seemed to want to be satisfied to see his naked body.

"You're getting amazing" Dean told him. Winarsih then rolled up next to her husband. Dean pulled him back into the arms.

"I'm a whip Win." Dean rubbed his forehead. "Drawing when it's not working" Dean continued.

"Where all day?" tanya Winarsih rubbed the red mark of her bite just now.

"I went to SPA plus-plus found his son Dennis Atmaja. For mastiin if the trial later there is no intervention again. I want to look cool and sporty in front of Bu Winar."

"A lot of meeting women at the SPA is certainly," said Winarsih.

"Many, with the upper part of the body almost completely open."

"Why does it feel like that?" ask Winarsih. Dean's hand was still squeezing and twisting the top of his chest.

"Obsolutely normal. I have something amazing" replied Dean.

"Yes..."

"Huh?"

"I love Mas Dean." whispered Winarsih as she put her body back on her husband.

"Again... Repeat again," whispered her husband again gripped her waist which is now back swiping the part of her husband's maleness.

"I love Mas Dean" Winarsih repeated.

"I'm getting tense again Win... Can you still add, right?" dean asked and then slipped his hands between his thighs.

The To Be Continued.....