Love Wrapped Nista

Trust me

Zahra enters into a new house that will be her residence with Ken. Once inside the house, he knew that the house was very spacious. He immediately felt that this house was too much for him to occupy with Ken.

"Is this not too much, Ken?" he said while looking at the design and furniture in the house.

Ken shakes. ''Why do you feel that way??" ask the man.

"I think we're just two here, so..." His speech stopped in the air because the index finger of the husband had landed on his lips, a sign that he should not continue the sentence.

"Listen to me," Ken grabbed his shoulder and held it with both hands, looking at him in the opposite position. "Me and you won't live alone here, later on. There will be our children who will enliven this house."

She opened her eyes several times to digest her husband's words.

"I want to have a child with you. You want to carry my son?" ask Ken while pulling his hand towards the other room.

He nodded innocently, of course he wanted to have children with Ken, he really liked the children, and he immediately imagined how his son would look with Ken, and Ken, it will be beautiful and handsome.

"Then, we will often make it later," said Ken while glancing mischievously.

"Me-made it?"

"Hu'um," Ken nodded his head with an expanding smile.

"Look at the other room, yuk!" invite him, deliberately to shift the topic of this conversation

Ken put a smile on his back. "Okay" replied the man.

Then, Ken began to pull his hand to progressively enter the interior of the house. Ken showed me the parts of the house including the tv room, dining room and kitchen on the ground floor.

Afterwards, Ken led him upstairs, his feet following him where he was going, until their steps stopped in front of a door that had not yet opened.

"This is our room" said Ken as he opened the door knob of the room.

His eyes immediately looked into the room with a blend of pastel colors that looked beautiful. Uncontrollable, his feet stepped inside - for the sake of venturing further - the space that Ken said was our 'room'.

One word about the room, elegant. The room is spacious and the most visible in the eyes is the appearance of a king size renjangg classic design that looks very comfortable.

He moved around the room, then he headed to a balcony which turned out to be the view leading to a garden in the yard of the house.

"Do you like the house?" Ken hugged his waist from behind, making him quite gasp, but he immediately tried to relax himself to get used to the embrace of the husband.

"I like it, thank you" he said honestly.

Ken nodded while still hugging her. Some time they are equally silent, looking at the beauty of the park below which has a pool with a shower.

Ken poked his head in the recess of his neck that was still covered by the pashmina, this position made him flutter.

What's going to happen today? Why is his mind going there.

"Whatever makes you happy, I'll work on it, Hana!" Ken spoke very softly, then the man seemed to sing a smile that made him feel dissolved and melted.

"When have you loved me, Ken?" tanyanya while removing the link of Ken's hand in her stomach and looked at the man fixedly.

Ken took both fingers, put his hands on both sides of the man's face, he could feel the jaws of Ken beginning to overgrow the coarse fur.

"I loved you a long time ago, ever since I found a 'Hana' in the orphanage that raised her. Hana-ku. I have been in love ever since. It's just, I used to be a hustler who didn't dare to express his feelings and I regret that now!"

Hearing that, his hand that was still in the jaw of the man moved instinctively, he stroked the sturdy jaw gently, as if feeling afraid if he hurt the husband.

He could see Ken closing his eyes, as if feeling the touch of his hand there.

"Han.." said Ken Lirih. The man immediately opened his eyes and looked at him, but this time Ken's eyes looked different.

Suddenly Ken pulled his hand back into the room. The man closed the balcony door in a quick motion.

What the hell's going on?

Then, Ken nodded with an eye that wanted reassuring. He did not understand Ken's nod. However, the man's hand has been stretched open pashmina link that he wears, the man did it slowly, either because reliable or because of careful. Until the head cover was taken off.

With a quick motion, Ken put the cloth on the dresser not far from their position.

"Why open, Ken?" tanyakanya.

Ken did not answer, returned to face him, then he again felt Ken's hand which now began to move his hair.

"My wife is beautiful" muttered Ken slowly.

Now she realized what her husband wanted right now. He does not prevent, try to relax himself, throw negative thoughts that will come. In addition, he could not dwell anymore, because Ken had made him lie down with the position of the man who was above him.

The man restrains the body so as not to remove it.

"Ken, we.. just arrived.." he said painstakingly because now he felt a strange rush when Ken began to kiss his open neck.

Ken stopped the activity for a moment to look at him. Then the man shook his head repeatedly, as if a sign of not wanting to end this activity.

She held her husband's chest down as Ken wanted to unbutton the blouse he was wearing.

"Why, hmm?" ask Ken in a loud voice. Ken's gaze looked foggy. He became convinced that now Ken was very passionate. He can analyze the differences in Ken's current face and voice.

"Let me do this, honey." Ken said as he kissed his lips without excuse. Melancholy him with that spice.

Whether since when Ken took off his own clothes, he did not know, because now the man has bert*lan*ngg da in front of him.

Her eyes caught many tattoos on the body of the man who had become her husband. If he does not suspect wrong, among the tattoos he can see the initials 'H' among them.

"H?" muttered.

"H for Hana.." - Ken.

He was stunned by Ken's honesty now, so he did not realize that Ken had completed the activity of unbuttoning the blouse he was wearing.

Suddenly Ken was silent, I don't know what to think.

"Why?" tanyanya.

"Please promise me. When you know something later, don't stop me, honey."

"I-iya," he replied, not understanding the meaning of Ken's words. Know it? Know about what?

After saying that, he knew nothing else, just enjoying Ken's treatment of her feeling so tender, the man gave her a taste-that she had never felt before. The man touched her with warmth.

The fluff in him felt chasing when Ken moved his hand at the point - a vulnerable point that made him whimper even more.

He cannot refuse, he cannot. His body wants more and more, doesn't want to end this and doesn't want to stop this.

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Ken was thrilled when Zahra finally turned to him. This is the first time he has ever been in contact with someone he loves. And the first time he did it with a girl who was his wife.

Whether because Zahra is the woman he loves, or indeed because of having sex after being a husband - the wife will indeed be this fun. Feels different.

It also feels very real, not like a dirty delusion that has been touching his head and sometimes present in his dreams.

No hypocrisy, all this time he did make Zahra as the object of his fantasy, not wrong if what he imagined was the girl he loved?

He adored the girl in his heart and mind. He's not a good guy, is he. Even in his filthy mind, he certainly wanted to do this with Zahra.

Put Zahra under his body. He grabbed the girl and made her moan - groan. Come on, all normal guys must have the same thoughts as him.

However, this time he had to admit if the reality he was doing now, far even very much more beautiful than his imagination so far. Even Zahra's slight touch on her skin, made her instantly soar.

"Ken, I'm afraid." great-granddaughter Zahra with a face that's already red under her back.

He knew this was the first time for the girl. But, now Zahra also wanted it, so he had to finish this activity.

He did not speak to Zahra by voice, but by action. His lips and tongue wiped all the scented skin of his intoxicating fruit. And sure enough, Zahra clasped her shoulders even tighter.

Not a single inch of Zahra's skin was left out of its plural. Everything did not escape his touch, until his wife called his name with a hopeful groan.

"Ken..."

"Yes, Honey?" answer mesra.

"I want to, but I'm really scared!"

"Trust me, it won't be as dramatic as you think, okay?" said reassuring.

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I think this chapter will be long in review🤔🤔🤔