Possive Husband

PH-21

Satria was already sitting on the edge of the bed in her pajamas and looking fresh, as soon as I came out of the bathroom, after putting on her pajamas with a towel that still wrapped my head. Maybe Satria's bathing in the bathroom downstairs.

I walked leisurely, intending to head to the dresser and planning to ignore Satria, before Satria's arm finally pulled me. Eating my body until it sits on its lap.

"What the hell?" I said ketus, trying to rise from a new position this first time for me. Uh-oh, I need it on Satria's lap, and it's not a good thing for my defense when Satria scents, my nose stinks.

"You're breathing anyway? Car diem, until the house sewot, in the room nyolot. Why, something wrong?" Ask Satria. His hands wrapped around my waist tightly.

I snorted, and chose to stop rebelling. Because it is just a futile activity that wastes energy.

"Everything's wrong!" I said. "The source is on the Queen. Oh, I mean your girlfriend, cheating, cutting ah or whatever that woman's label." My next.

I did not make the slightest effort to cover up my dislike and cynicism in my tone. Satria must know, if I really want to throw it women to Niagara Falls.

Satria cleared her throat, and removed her circle of hands from my waist.ah, again there was a beam of disappointment approaching me.

"There's a jealous fire here." Satria said casually, even as if there was a happy tone in her speech. Huh.

"Jealous? Ha! This is called self-esteem! Where is there a wife whose pride is not hurt because her husband has another woman?" Erprp.... Okay, here I'm ngeles. Plis, my God, when did I confess? Can doubt Satria.

"Precious ones, huh?" There was a tinge of amusement in his voice.

"You mean your self-esteem is too high to admit you're jealous? Huh yeah?" Satria. I felt his hand start rubbing my hair with the towel that had wrapped my head.

"Have a son!" Self-esteem, May. Self-esteem, Cuy!

Now Satria is chuckling. Duh, why did it become like this? Though I had thought there would be a screaming scene between me and Satria. But it is as calm as water.

"Okay for your self-esteem, what do you think I'm wrong here?"

I shuffled slightly from Satria's lap, but was hurriedly restrained by Satria and returned to his original position.

"Queen is your girlfriend." I made a statement after sighing. " Did she keep your boyfriend after we became what we are now? I mean, after the relationship we're better than at the beginning." I said.

Satria stopped and shrunk my head, and again wrapped her arms around my stomach. And this time, he also placed his chin on my shoulder. Oh, my God, his breathing bothers me. In the sense of uh-oh-yeah, understand right?

"No. I didn't consider her a lover after we got married, I just assumed that she was the one I should prevent from committing suicide. What it feels to me, maybe what people call it; obsession. He's less sane in my opinion." I felt Satria shrugging her shoulders casually.

"So, you are the only one for me, wife." Said Satria quietly, before she landed a kiss on my neck.

There are always two after one. And there will always be other numbers after two and so on the same as Satria's kiss on my neck which is meant by another kiss.

One moan held back, escaping from my lips. This made Satria more and more into kissing my neck. Now that my body was half-facing the amber, with my eyes closed, I extended my hand to Satria.

"Can we?" Satria asked hoarsely, her eyes looking at me deeply.

I smiled, holding my embrace to Satria's neck. Answering without a word, agreeing through a gaze. Thanks to the signal that was very good, because without asking again Satria understood my answer.

He began, and did not hold back any more. I, just swallowed in the sensation Satria gave through her touch to every inch of my skin.