My Complicated Love: Triangle Love + You

S2: Wedding night part 1

"Bacteria. Don't you hate bacteria?"

Susan looked back at her husband in the mirror of the sink in front of her. At first glance awkward joke was thrown because Brian who used to be anti with dust though.

"Bacteria are two. Good bacteria— bad bacteria. What kind of bacteria is fun?" whispered Brian. He turned his face to the nape of Susan, began to impatiently tainted the part of the skin that was scattered strands of his wife's hair that was rolled up and clasped up.

"Ah, seriously. We must have been dirty among the crowd of guests. We should take a shower before going to bed, you know that."

"Ah, that's all we're talking about, ckk!" Brian raised his face which was busy sticking behind the nape, then looked at the mirror. "Clean it must be, but right .. dust will also fade with sweat ...," he whispered again more and more seductively with a gust of breath that began to be irregular in the back of the head.

'Hhh .. shit! Grinding me.' Susan's inner response to Brian's gurgle that just spur the heart. Because the kiss is now beginning to creep down on his shoulders.

"E-eh .. okay— , ta-but .. ouch!" The more confronted with the tempting situation, Susan gets more nervous with Brian's next move. "Aaa .. no! No!" Susan lowered her head, then turned around pushing softly against Brian's chest with both palms.

"Well?" Brian gasped in surprise, shouldn't his wife be ready to be teased all-out that night. Although in this case it is appropriate that they can be considered amateurs, but instinct never wrong to lead the two legitimate figures to slowly launch a little warm-up.

"Give me five minutes! wash it up first .. a—pa cake, yak! what ... Anyway that is." Susan Sercocos is not clear as casting a spell, the spell avoids the motion of Brian's body that is increasingly recoiled without further ado.

"Nervous?" brian asked with a faint smile, he began again to do the analysis on the face of the woman who was starting to face the seductive gaze from him.

"Umm ..., uh! to WC!" susan answered quickly, the last idea that rolled in for Brian to get out of the way.

"Haha, okay, five minutes." Brian snapped a small laugh, and took a step back to look at Susan for so many reasons to avoid.

"Well, trus .. why are you standing?"

"Well, I'm waiting here, is it wrong?" Brian stepped back and leaned against the lip of the sink behind him.

"People want to pee, a fad is highly awaited all! I'm worried about you."

"Hahaha, yes please. Don't worry." Brian laughed and shook his head, not moving an inch from where he stood.

"Heleeh, it's not clear to you" Susan protested, passing to the side of the restroom, which was only covered in thick ice glass as a barrier between the bathroom and the toilet.

'Start tomorrow I put up the curtains! make the toilet so transparent like this, what a good thing!' susan's mind was upset.

***

After pretending to urinate and full of her own movements, due to the transparent wall that makes her husband occasionally turn to watch his activities. As if she was able to hide, Susan peeked out her head from behind the glass wall.

"Why look?" asked Brian who was just looking at the corner of his eye.

"E-eh .. no, I—." Susan stepped slowly like someone caught on a stakeout, even though it was impossible.

Brian welcomes his wife's hand, then switches positions behind Susan's back. His hands now lightly clenched the small body, closing his wife's eyes with one hand, leading to return to the room.

"Close your eyes .. so .. just enjoy it." whispered Brian smooth.

Maybe it felt very different when they had once been in a relationship before. The sensation that becomes unique because from now on they are free to do everything, anytime, any time without having to rush and worry about the possibility in the future.

Brian twisted Susan's body and lifted her towards the bed. Already beginning to not dare to respond blurryly, Susan who was crumbling now let Brian back flirting with a subtle kiss on the back of his hand, and his forehead seemed to ask politely for the next action.

Susan did not answer, only lowering her gaze in approval of the husband's wishes. The lights were turned off automatically with a clap of hands. But not total! It should not be as dark as the romantic atmosphere, the lamp sleeping on the nightstand should be lighted to be able to see a little faint figure of the couple in front of him.

'Brian is confused, it is dark like this can seem.' Susan's inner wonder.

Even so, he still followed Brian's game. Just be quiet, just feel. A fine fondling landed fixed on the lips, the two of them fondly frowned each other as the breath began to rhythmically interlock. Welcoming desires that begin to increase without control.

The clothes strands that were originally worn slowly no longer stick to the body of the owner. The Husband is so good at stripping his wife's outerwear, although not a long-time player in romance, but he quite understands how to give tenderness. In the late atmosphere that provokes adrenaline, everything goes according to the wishes, which endlessly spread throughout their bodies.

It was logical that the woman's body would respond to every touch, her hands about to hug her husband's field body now. His head hung down on Brian's shoulder, he clenched firmly as he began to feel the pounding that hit his body.

"J-just don't touch. Uh-Hhh .. close your eyes, okay." whispered Brian from behind a hug.

Susan as if she did not hear, her eyes remained closed, only able to bite down on her lips without daring to make a sound in the silence of the morning. As Brian began to dominate her body, she briefly caught a glimpse, faint of her husband's back, and became clearer as she opened her eyes. The reflection of the light that shone in now seemed to open the secret that Brian had been hiding all day.

Susan was surprised and swiftly pushed Brian's body strong.

"Waith! Bri! ...," said Susan who began to wake up again.

"What's wrong?" brian whispered while rubbing the soft sweat on his wife's temple.

"Stop first, I want to look at your back."

"Udahlah .. no need, I said just close your eyes, ok." As if Brian did not want his steps to stop just like that, he again tried to unite himself to his wife.

"Can't! Hhuuff ... stop now!" susan snapped slightly softly, her heart hesitating to continue the activity.

With a bit of panic at first he forgot how Brian turned off the lights. Susan looked left and right looking for a switch that might be on the wall to try to reach. Or the remote, as he usually does, activates the home's electronic facilities, including curtains. Then Brian furiously patted his hands together until the room room lamp was lit all over.

"Aah!" Brian rewinded his body and pulled a rough thick blanket that rolled randomly on the tip of his foot. And rolled her body to the side next to Susan.

Susan glanced, her eyes round, looking at the left side of Brian's body, which now appears to have some very clear bruises in this bright light. "So this is why you want me to close my eyes?!" Susan crawled up to Brian who wrapped half of his body in a blanket. "Both of your body is bruised like this You want us to keep in touch? You may not feel pain touched a little, not deh!"

"Dear, I'm fine! Uh!" Brian began to raise his tone, showing Susan's reassuring annoyance at what he felt now.

"Udah is enough, we .. next time. I'm sorry I refused. I'll take a warm towel first. You shut up, I compress your bruises!" firmly Susan. He then wanted to get up again looking for a dress that he had used, because at all they both had not changed into sleep clothes.

"No, I was massaged! and ...."

"I don't want to sin, but if I'm like this, I'll torture you by name." Susan made her point in a soft manner, she regretted that until a while ago she did not know the physical condition of her husband who even forced himself to ask for contact. "Truely my feelings .. I was in doubt, Bri ...." The corner of his lips dropped, trembling withstanding miserably.

"We can slow down, you can't believe." Brian quickly sat back on the headboard, rubbing Susan's arm slowly.

"I have no doubt that you are capable, unfortunately I can't bear to see you like this. Please!"

"So like this our bridal night is gonna be over?"

Brian looked at Susan who still seemed worried about his actions and words just now. He was still flinching and then rewind his body that was still hugging the pillow covered himself, bowed stiff when unable to answer firmly, silent when asked to repeat the rejection earlier.

"I'm going to the reading room!" assertive Brian.