Shall Under Your Charm

Chapter 62

The sand felt warm, as their feet buried up to the ankles. Ryan halted their steps in front of a large shell half buried in the sand. The butterfly perched on top of the shell, its transparent wings opened and closed with gentle movements. Ryan took the clam and gave it to Farah, as Farah reached out, feeling the hard and soft texture with her finger, the butterfly that was on top of the clam flew away. Ryan's hand stretched out under Farah's hand, providing support, as Farah stared into the shell. The beautiful color makes Farah amazed, the pearl white color with pink met edges, then on the inside, a place where sunlight can not reach it, the color that appeared there was a beautiful mixture between purple and deep red.

With their hands piled up, they carried the clam to Farah's ears, and listened to the sound of the reverberation inside. Sunlight touched Farah's shoulder, sea water splashed onto her lips. The golden fur on Ryan's chest was blown away by the gust of wind, and Farah was eager to rub her cheeks into the softness of the fur. With a smile, Farah raised her head and they walked again. Ryan carried the clam, on top of the cupped hand, while the other hand wrapped around Farah's waist. Farah's head was propped up on Ryan's shoulder, and Farah's fluttering hair was blown off, caressing Ryan's chest and neck.

Firdaus park.

They found a tributary that came from a spring. As Farah and Ryan made their way inland, two pelicans landed among the rocks and spread their wings, before splashing water. The leaves of the mahogany tree become a barrier to sunlight. Making the area near the hidden pool feel more shady. The limestone stands on the furthest side of the pond, with a variety of red and purple wild flowering plants spreading there.

With a short step Farah walked down the shade of the tree, as Ryan put back the clam he was holding and followed Farah with a more steady step. The pool contained a warm spring that Farah could feel at her feet, and as they crossed it they found that the pool was quite deep, and Farah leaned comfortably into Ryan's arms as waves of water swept her thighs. The scent of wildflowers was deep red, which hung on the limestone jutting into the pond and the scent of fresh moss teased Farah's nose.

Farah inhaled a deep breath and permeated it. The sunlight that fell through the crack of the leaves that were above them, shone on Farah. Farah's thick hair fell down on top***********, like a waterfall falling from a rock behind them, and Ryan could feel Farah's breath under her wrist, as Ryan hugged Farah from behind, it was a very pleasing picture for Ryan, as Farah's beautiful skin stuck to the material of her thin, wet dress due to the sweep of water. Farah looks like a new creature, half human, half flower, while the bottom of Farah's dress floats like flower petals.

Ryan turned Farah before him, and Farah leaned against the flower-covered limestone wall, lifting her chin, letting the sunlight touch the softest and most unattainable part of her neck. Farah's back curved gracefully under the warmth of Ryan's hand. Their bodies touched, Ryan felt hard and muscular, Farah who felt soft and resigned, hugging in the soul union, Ryan's passion and Farah's response were as pure and grand. Farah's lips opened slightly, as she inhaled the scent of the fiery air.

Ryan watched Farah's beautiful face, recalling the dark moments when the god of death nearly took Farah's life, and Ryan's kiss felt pure and longing. But the flames of passion between them began to soften and the pressure of Ryan's lips increased.... Then Ryan pulled away, enjoying the beauty of Farah's face, studying Farah's neck curves with her finger caress.

Farah tilted her head under Ryan's touch, accidentally slapped her own lips against Ryan's lips and pulled away, shocked by the sudden surge of passion rising within her. Imprisoned by gentleness, Farah resisted the urge to touch Ryan's lips again with hers. Farah's eyelids opened, and her gaze met Ryan's seductive gaze.

Ryan muttered, "Kiss me again." Then, in a softer tone, "Please...."

Making contact first feels awkward for Farah, probably because Ryan is more experienced than he is. "Please," Ryan repeated, and stood in silence.

Ryan touched Farah's lower lip, gently stroking her with his thumb. The warm water touched Farah's thighs with a pure thrust; the sun shone constantly above them, forming a halo. Finally, Farah raised her chin, looked Ryan in the eye for a while, before closing it, she pressed her mouth against Ryan's mouth in a longing kiss. When Ryan broke off the kiss, Farah's body trembled so that Ryan had to prop her up with his hands, and Farah's cheeks blushed red.

As if Farah felt she had made a confession that would surprise Ryan, Farah said, "I'm never sure if I did it the right way."

With a raucous laugh, Ryan pulled Farah and hugged her tightly. "Then you'll feel sure when you see me too tired to paddle and take us home,"

"That's not the answer" Farah replied.

While stroking Farah's hair with her palm. Ryan said, "Oh, my dear, I'm sorry." Ryan swept his lips over Farah's reddish hair. "I didn't know you wanted the real answer."

Ryan's fingertips went down Farah's vibrating neckline. "There is no right or wrong way. Satisfy yourself. That's all you have to do with me, Farah. Watching you touch the clouds can already take me there with you."

With one graceful gesture, Ryan lifted Farah up from the water, held her to his chest, and carried her. Ryan lowered Farah down on the rock surface, then stood in front of Farah, Farah reached out, lulled by the hot and hard sensation of the stone under her thigh. But Farah's dress felt heavy as it was wet and stuck to her hips, water penetrated into Farah's dress and rolled down her thigh with a seductive sensation. Farah collects the bottom of her dress and blackmails it, but Farah's attempts to keep her legs covered are unsuccessful.

"I have to take you home" Ryan said. "You"- Ryan's gaze went down all over Farah's slender and beautifully curled body, continuing down to Farah's pale feet, the calf mound Farah and the way Farah's feet opened slightly on the rock, "wet."

Farah dropped the underside of her already-splashed dress, raising her shaded eyelids to stare at Ryan while trying to say a witty comment about Ryan's desire to take her home, but all Farah could say was, "Yes, take me...." And suddenly Farah was in Ryan's arms, with a kiss that made Farah hang her life in Ryan's hands. Farah's mouth was full and open to receive Ryan's tongue caress.

A strong, primitive thrust controlled Farah's hand as she hugged Ryan, her palm pressing down on Ryan's back while the other hand scoured Ryan's neck and hair, to make their physical contact hotter. Farah swallows Ryan's kiss like honey soup, which satisfies and makes Farah even hungrier, until Farah feels helpless.

Farah pressed her body onto Ryan's body with sensual gentleness. Ryan's hand felt soft on Farah's body, which as Ryan cupped the palm of Farah's buttocks, pulled Farah closer, opening Farah's leg with his other hand, touching Farah's longing warmth with Ryan's manhood. Farah gasps, with the sensation she feels, and Ryan catches Farah's weakly drooping head, pushing her back so Ryan can explore Farah's white, exposed neck, feeling Farah swallow under her lips, stroking the pulsating pulse rapidly, feeling the tremors evoked by the slow groans that slid off Farah's open lips.

As their mouths search for each other and find each other, Farah surrenders herself completely, shifts closer, and Ryan's breath hunts further.

"Flood... My sweet little cat, I didn't bring you here for this."

"Th-this?"

"To make love to you. I didn't bring you here to fuck with you."

"no? Ryan?" said Farah in a soft voice and voice. "If you don't fuck with me, what will you do next?"

Ryan kissed Farah, lovingly and tenderly, with an intoxicating caress that made Farah feel faint, and said, "If I make love to you," Ryan's hand ventured into the back of Farah's dress"I want to get closer to you...." Ryan touched his forehead with Farah's forehead, raised one of his hands to Farah's cheek and stroked her with the back of his finger.

Then, Ryan broke away slightly from Farah and with his finger Ryan pulled the neckline of Farah's dress, and the front of it went down, revealing Farah's skin that had never been exposed to sunlight. Ryan kissed the soft skin, and Ryan was struck by Farah's sensual beauty, as Farah closed her eyes and leaned against Ryan's hand that supported her back.

Now is the time to stop, and Ryan knows it, but before common sense and determination can take hold of him, Ryan's palms slip into Farah's dress, encircling the girl's shoulders, and the girl's, and that simple act made Farah's dress come loose and fall around her hips. Surprised cries flashed from Farah's lips, and among the tropical colours around them, Farah's soft, pink skin showed contrast. The embarrassment made Farah instinctively cover up**********, but Ryan caught Farah's wrists, each with one hand, and muttered, "No, honey. Don't." Don't."

Ryan's hand moved with Farah's trapped hand, pressing Farah backwards, onto a limestone wall filled with creeping plants and blooming flowers. The ruby-red flower touched Farah's cheeks and scattered between Farah's hair and arms.

Ryan's grip loosened and the hand moved slowly along Farah's arm, then stroked the girl's two spongy balls. A light touch of Ryan's fingertips turned on Farah's entire nerve, but there was an impression of pain and torment heard from Farah's voice.

Ryan's hand ignores Farah's spongy ball for a moment and searches for Farah's small wrist, after finding it Ryan takes it back to Farah's chewy ball. Cupping Farah's much smaller palm, Ryan whispered with a smile, "Show me, Farah. Show me how you want me to touch your body."

Farah's hand pressed Ryan's hand to press even more strongly, and Ryan's hand stretched out over Farah's spongy ball to give an intoxicating caress, Ryan's thumb circling the top of the soft ball. Farah's breath raced, as did Ryan, and Farah's skin was swayed by Ryan's hot gasps, as the man's mouth wandered down the curve of his neck, with Ryan's hair tickling his skin.

Farah felt Ryan's eyelashes touch her skin, followed by whispers of words of love, then Ryan's lips tease the top of Farah's ball and Ryan's tongue licks with pleasure until Farah's heart beats quickly and Farah knows only the need to give herself to the majesty of Ryan's mouth.

"How gentle you are, Farah - as soft as flower petals" murmured Ryan.

Ryan dragged Farah into his arms. Farah could feel Ryan's pulse, as a bare, springy ball moved across Ryan's skin and the man's hard hip pressure felt in his inner thighs. Farah's hand catches Ryan's hair, pulling the man's head closer to her, and Farah opens herself to Ryan's hot, passionate caress of kisses.

Farah's wet dress felt warm and stuck to her thighs and stomach, teasing Farah's sensitive skin there and a longing feeling in her lower body, where he felt a quick throb with sweet promises, and Farah whispered Ryanb's name in supplication and groans, while his heartbeat quickened and hardened.

Farah felt Ryan lay her on the rock very gently, then the sun exposure and warm air hit her, as Ryan's body moved away. Shocked by the change, Farah opened her eyes, and saw Ryan leaning against the stone, while the other hand covered the man's face. The skin between Ryan's fingers was blushing, and Ryan's tanned hair fell to the forehead in a wild and seductive style. And with a quiver-Ryan laughed. Farah could see in Ryan's eyes there was an insatiable feeling of longing.

"Farah, you ask a simple question and get a big answer. If I make love to you, then that's what I'll do to you next."

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