Shall Under Your Charm

Chapter 80

The night sky was bright blue and a cool gust of wind entered through the window of the room that was accidentally opened. Ryan lay down on the bed, his head resting on his folded arms. Ryan doesn't talk, neither does Farah. But Farah could feel her cheeks blushing and her chest burning.

The wind gently caressed Ryan's hair like the hand of a lover and on Ryan's chiseled face, the man's eyes glistened sleepily.

Through the line of shirts Ryan wears, he can see Ryan's muscular body is stocky, to make the shirt men are interested tight.

The light coming from the tall and small window struck Ryan's symmetrical cheekbones, shoulders, and upper thighs. Twice Farah's eyes explored Ryan's charming body, before looking down in shame.

Ryan's voice, though slow, sounded startling amid the silence of the room..

"Why are you turning your face away?"

Farah who sat down by bending her legs over the bed felt caught in such an embarrassment, but was instead pleased. "I don't know."

While observing the blankets that lay beneath them, it suddenly occurred to Farah that Ryan's silence was deliberate. Ryan must be wondering if taking another approach will make Farah pull back. There was a curious impression that read clearly from Ryan's question earlier, and a desire to find out Farah's mood.

For a while, Farah feels hopeless with the complexity of her own feelings and embarrassed that she wants Ryan to approach her again. When it comes to this issue, Ryan does not look like usual. Eventually, they get married, but their relationship feels awkward, even though they both really want each other. Gratitude, and frustration as Ryan currently chooses to be patient.

"Ryan's? How would you feel if I looked at you?" Farah.

Ryan's smile was warm, a little sad, and very human, Ryan's figure was no longer like a soulless god, still a human, a man with his own sensitivity. "Fear," said Ryan.

Farah reached out her hand hesitantly and stroked the folds of Ryan's white shirt. "And if I touch you?" whispered Farah.

Ryan responded to Farah's question with wide eyes In a very slow voice, even sounding like he was out of breath Ryan said, "Touch me. I'll try to explain it to you."

A long-neglected passion rose within Farah, as Ryan approached in a seductive manner. Farah's trembling hands opened one by one Ryan's shirt buttons while looking at every inch of Ryan's tanned skin unfolded. Farah felt a little embarrassed, and realized that not until an hour ago hypocritically she was denying the passion she felt towards Ryan.

Farah stood up, her legs open, her big toes curled up to find balance on the bed. Ryan looked at her confusedly, Farah saw Ryan's lips open to catch a choked breath, as she reached out to the back and began unbuttoning her dress.

Very slowly, Farah knelt in front of Ryan, clad in a thin silk camisole that was only as long as her thigh. Farah's hand caught Ryan's shirt, spread it out slowly to reveal his flat chest and stomach. Beautiful, naked Ryan's skin looks so beautiful in his eyes, though he's not too sure what to do then. However, the scent of Ryan's body was so tempting to his senses that it made his head spin.

Farah lay down beside Ryan, turning her face into Ryan's sturdy belly, just below the bottom ribs. Under the soft skin, Ryan's chest muscles contracted strongly. Ryan mentioned Farah's name once, Ryan's breath was heard hunting, as Farah showered a light kiss on each rib bone and each chest basin of Ryan.

"Reply," whispered Farah in a hoarse voice as she walked her pink tongue upwards, then down again.

Farah's body clings to Ryan's body, her soft, bony ball accidentally caressing Ryan's hip. "Farah.." whispered Ryan in a raucous voice.

Ryan looks for Farah's cheek with a trembling hand, Ryan's fingers infiltrate Farah's hair, one little finger venturing to find and caress the inside of her ear.

"Darling, the word that came to my mind" - Ryan's breath sounded sharp again as Farah's hand slumped to the man's thigh, "this is torture."

Farah raised her head while laughing, she looked at Ryan's face with eyelashes that were as soft as satin and a face radiating love. "You don't have to think I don't know at all what's going on between a man and a woman" Farah explained.

Proudly, Farah added, "I've discussed it with Gege."

"really?" Ryan caressed Farah's ears very gently, his smile was stunning. "A very expert source. You probably know more than I do. What style did he teach you?"

Ryan's fingers ventured into Farah's cheeks, then into her nose, circling her lobe, which was like a flower petal, with her fingertips, before descending to her upper lip. Farah's lips opened under Ryan's gentle touch and her eyelids closed as Ryan's fingertips entered her mouth, exploring her wet, deep interior, and draw out the moisture there to wet Farah's dry lips.

"We use words in Latin." Suddenly, Farah rolled away, her eyes sparkling with laughter. "I'd better run to the house to get his notes in my bag." After standing up, Farah began to step her legs. Farah stood hovering as if about to fly, her feet on her tiptoes above the surface of the blanket. As Farah shifted her legs slightly to get some balance, she felt Ryan's hand curl her ankle from behind. Ryan's hand grip was very soft, almost felt like a caress.

Ryan's lips touched Farah's ankle, Ryan's breath stroked her skin. The fingers he saw started massaging his calves. The other hand caresses the higher part. Farah took a trembling breath and gasped, as Ryan's palms and fingers explored the back of her thighs, Ryan's fingers cupped his buttocks. After touching her lips on the hollow behind Farah's knees, Ryan showered a light kiss there, Ryan's hair swiping on Farah's smooth thighs. The passion that Farah had been playing with had faded into a very strong need, which was increasingly flaring up under the exploration of Ryan's hands.

"Every part of you has longed for me" whispered Ryab. While kneeling beside Farah, Ryan wrapped his arms around Farah's waist over the thin material of his camisole, raising the bottom of his camisole to the top of his hips. "Farah... Your feet are so beautiful" - Ryan's soft, sensitive fingers follow his thigh line up - "so soft and strong. You don't know how long I've been craving your legs to circle my body."

Farah's eyes were closed, her hands clutching Ryan's arms and wrists to support her limp, absorbing the gentle movements as the hand squeezed and lifted her browball, then ventured to her small peak. Ryan's hand wrapped around Farah's neck, calming her crazy pulse, while Ryan's other hand slipped into her camisole, moving up into her trembling skin towards something hidden there.

Very gently, Ryan let the man's finger enter it though it wasn't deep, and felt a great tremor from Farah's body and Farah's increasingly firm grip on the man's wrist.

Muttering his expression of passion, Ryan let his hand pull the triangular material up to his hips, turning Faraj's body to face him, Ryan pulled Farah closer, mesmerized by Farah's seductive sight of her feet.

Very gently, Ryan pressed his face against the warmth of Farah's warm area. The thin forest of Farah on her lips was intoxicating and the scent of Farah hmmm.

However, Ryan could vaguely feel Farah's hesitation. "No. oh, Ryan please....."

Ryan looked up to look at Farah's dark eyes due to the heated spirit, looking at the hue on the white cheek, the reddish spongy top of the ball, Ryan realized he had surprised Farah.

Realizing Farah's situation, Ryan knew he had to do it slowly, but in a state of unbearable passion that almost drove him crazy, he was in a panic if he could not give all that to Farah. Ryan tried to recall his first experience, the situation Farah was facing now, virgin and inexperienced, but it seemed he could no longer think of anything else, except for Farah's intoxicating body heat. While trying his hardest to dampen the demands of his passion, Ryab tightened his arms around Farah's hips.pulling Farah down, laying her down on the blanket and forcing herself to look into Farah's beautiful eyes.

Stroking Farah's cheek with the back of her finger, which shook violently, Ryan said, "I'm sorry, honey. You're so pure.... Help me, Farah. Ask me to be softer on you...."

Farah's eyes were closed, with Farah's hoarse voice whispering. "Don't do it gently, Ryan. Do it fast." At that time, Ryan had already started laughing, and was still laughing while lying down with Farah again, after taking off all her clothes and slowly opening Farah's camisole. Ryan's lips dropped to Farah's neck with a hungry caress, before his mouth kissed Farah.

It felt even hotter as Farah woke up a little to welcome her kiss, opening herself to her looking fingers. Not long after, Farah muttered, "I guess, marriage isn't too boring."

Ryan smiled at Farah's springy ball side. "In any situation marriage is very pleasant." Mumbled Ryan.

While kissing the spongy ball tip Farah vigorously. Ryan lowered his knee between Farah's thighs, his hands starting to wander hungry, down every inch and every muscle of Farah. Farah was pounding under her body, Farah's face turned to her right and left. The light of the lamp illuminated Farah's eyelashes and red swollen lips.

Holding Farah's chin, she held the girl's head from moving to receive her kiss, gently tilting Farah's face with her hands to add variety to their contact, exploring Farah's mouth with her tongue. Frustrated moans spewed from Farah's mouth and Farah's arms held her tightly.as Ryan's lips chanted, "I love you, I love you," in a hoarse whisper in Farah's burning mouth and he opened Farah's thigh very gently. Then, he encircled Farah's body in his safe embrace, and encouraged his own body to enter the warm veil.

A love made with love. Ryan has never experienced anything of this kind, and the magic of their terrible romance surrounds Ryan like an echo from a high cliff. His whole body is very happy. For Ryan, this moment put all his senses to sleep, except for his heart that felt the happiness of being able to have Farah completely. Ryan did not realize that his eyes were closed, until he heard a soft voice from the figure under his body.

As he opened his eyes, Ryan stared at the many layers of love inside Farah's eyes, a skin as white as pearls, and the mouth that opened a little and let out whispers and expressions that could only be interpreted as oh, my Lord, he could only interpret it as dissatisfaction. Love, pity, and unfortunately humor invaded it like a flood. While trying to hold back the laughter that threatened to explode,

Ryan thought, No, God, no! don't let me laugh at him. Farah would be offended. In this situation, as in any other situation, Farah had high self-esteem that was able to touch her heart from the very beginning of their meeting. He wanted to say something to make Farah feel more comfortable, but with his mind and body floating in the seventh level clouds, it was not easy to focus his mind. Wet hair stuck to Farah's temple, moving along with every breath of the girl. and he brought his hand to Farah's face to caress her with the back of a finger while wondering how much passion was stifled and his poignant heart was seen in her smile.

"Why are you silent?" farah asked, as if anxiety was forcing the girl to talk.

Ryan looked at Farah's eyes with a soft but unfocused look. "To help you, Tiny. I won't.", Ryan fell silent again, to catch his breath..... It won't move until you have time to get used to my being inside you. Did.....have I hurt you?"

"Yes-yes." Farah's voice sounded slow and moody. "I'd rather have your hand."

This time, Ryan had no choice but to bury his face on Farah's shoulder to hide his laughter. As he could trust himself to speak more calmly, he said, "Don't be sad, my dear. I hope...", the vibrations caused by the long, uncontrollable waves of passion strike all over Ryan's body. "right now I can make it feel better for you."

"Hopefully?"

An irresistible laugh had to be swallowed up again by Ryan. "I just have an instinct, baby. I've never been any woman's first lover before."

As soon as those words were thrown out of his mouth, Ryan really could not believe he had said them. Telling of his past love experiences, and in this sort of situation - the confusion of stifled passion became the only explanation he could think of for his folly; but as He watched Farah anxiously, he was, he found that his words made Farah look happy.

Farah's crimson cheeks were slightly covered by a dazzling smile, which was enough to make her get to the barracks of her self-defense. Pushing her delicate little nose into the middle of Ryan's palm, Farah caressed Ryan with her open lips, and said gently, "Insting?"

Ryan's fingers stroked Farah's nose and lips, while his free hand was placed on Farah's body below, to help her enter Farag deeper with one gentle gesture. While looking around for Farah's mouth to receive her kiss, letting her hand caress Farah's neck and move down, Ryan whispered, "Honey, I love you.."

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