Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

167. What Happened To Arga?

Arga did not answer, he was getting closer and closer so I shifted my seat slightly back. His breathing rang out very clearly, also warmly in my nose. My eyes were locked by her, so I couldn't turn my gaze the other way.

Dugs. Dugs.

Will my heart be out of place.

"A-Arga, you're too close. Who's gonna get scraped?" I asked when I felt tightness and couldn't breathe because of it. I feel awkward because of him. The distance that was too close made me lose my sane mind. The perverted shadow in the brain comes alternately.

Oye! I'm a normal woman! I'm a grown woman! After all, Arga is my husband. Don't delay it anymore! Let's do!

I don't know where the sound is coming from in my ear, trying to take over this mindless thing.

I shook my head, clearing the thought that made this head feel throbbing. A few months of being untouched and watered made me think of dirty things. Uh, not dirty, but fun. Emm .. Yeah, whatever it is.

"Nothing, really. Who wants to be scraped? I was just an excuse" said Arga. I opened my eyes as he got closer and closer.

"Eh, you said you wanted to get scraped." I'm still trying to make my heartbeat normal. Arga shook his head, took my hand and slightly pulled it, so that I could no longer retreat backwards. He was getting closer so our cheeks stuck together. Arga's delicate skin makes me even more heart pounding.

"I don't like being scraped. I love being stroked, wiped, spoiled!" whisper Arga near the ear. Her soft voice made me want to sink more and less and less to come back to reality.

Arga pulled herself up, looking at me with a smile on her thin lips. "We're legal, can I have my rights?" ask Arga.

I was shocked, unintentionally rounding my eyes when I heard that remark. With a quick movement pulled my hand from his grip.

"Se-now?" I stammered, looking at Arga intently. I didn't expect that he would be quicker to ask for his rights.

"Yes, if I may. I've been alone for a long time, haven't hoeed and taken care of the fields. Last afternoon, I had obtained the land, I had already painstakingly refrained from working on my lad. Now, we're just the two of us. Can you?" asked Arga once more, still with the same smile as before, so I could not say anymore.

Arga took my hand, keeping it on both of his shoulder fields. I put my fingers behind his neck even though he didn't ask. What happened to my body?

My heart rate grew louder as Arga pushed my body back. Slowly and slowly. Until at last I resigned and right under his body.

Arga approached, kissing my forehead gently. My reflex closed these eyes. Chewy and warm taste on the forehead, fun! The whirring of my blood the faster I feel within this self. Can I get more of this?

Slowly I felt the kiss go down to my nose, eyes, cheeks, and finally. Warm. The wetness I felt there was so much fun.

I'm still stiff. Not because I can't, but ... Uh. I'm ashamed!

What Arga did was very gentle. His lips moved very slowly, not stirring. Cradling, drowning me in another world. I just kept quiet as she started to play my lips with a peck, a squeak, and a little bit of a bite so I felt sick, but good. The soft village-han voice rang out from Arga's lips, clucking like a child who was feeling candy in her mouth.

Once again he bit my lips, still soft and I felt as he stuck out his tongue so subconsciously I opened my mouth. I who was once embarrassed now became brave to reply to the movement of his tongue that had just penetrated into the oral cavity.

He closed his eyes, I was the same. We enjoy the union of our lips with the love that is in our hearts. Beautiful voices rang out, I couldn't help but sound inside either. The strange noise I felt in my blood, the more it spurred to drive away the cold of the night became hotter and hotter.

One hand Arga I felt snaked inside my shirt, playing the skin of my stomach very gently, getting up and up again. The tub was electrocuted, my body reacted to the treatment, lurching and rising up. My feet could not remain silent, moving about as they touched the private area in the container.

Arga distanced herself, making me lose the warm feeling on my lips and also the gentle touch on my skin. Disillusioned. Whahuh? Wh why?

I saw Arga sitting on the edge of the bed, by my feet. His face looks frustrated. He rubbed his face violently while clucking in annoyance.

I woke up, sitting next to her, tidying up my already messy clothes. Staring at Arga in confusion.

"Why, Ga?" askaku. Arga turned his head and smiled, shaking his head.

"It's okay" he answered.