Surviving Pain Separating Difficult

Chapter 027: Wanting to Trust You

“Likta!” exclaim Tiarnan, “Open or I break the door?”

Silent, which sounded only the buzz of the air-conditioning machine, Tiarnan was getting impatient. I panic every second that I miss. “Likta, at least say something.”

Because of the annoyance mixed with anxiety, Tiarnan left his waist. “I count one to three—” He rubbed rough face.

Tiarnan's heart beats faster when it gets no response, various possibilities raging in the mind. He tried to turn the knob, thank God the bathroom door was not locked. Full of self-doubt slipping in, a glance was instantly fixed on the wall-width glass behind it.

For a few seconds Tiarnan's breath held, he pecked, stunned by what he saw. His wife drowned in the bathtub, looking fragile and slumbering. Deep in the bottom of his heart, Tiarnan wished that his wife had fallen asleep, not fainted from something.

Likta's wet hair was spread around her shoulders to cover part of her chest. The slender arm of the bow-bows is slung on the rim of the tub, while the other hand is on the belly. Likta's paw crossed, but it wasn't powerful enough to hide what was in between.

On the first night that Tiarnan broke through the walls of Likta's chastity, he could only feel the softness of the skin as pale as the woman's porcelain. After that, you can only imagine when you can spice up and explore every millimeter of the body in bright light.

Just by wishing that Tiarnan's blood was rustling warmly and quickly, wishful thinking of sipping the sweet honey of the world made his pants shrink. “Sial!” He turned and looked for something to cover Likta's naked body. Although he knew it was definitely not easy to release a tidal wave that could destroy the defense.

While tilting his arm to the elbow, Tiarnan grabbed a jumbo-sized towel, then crouched down next to the bathtub, now what? Wake up Likta or go straight to bed?

Tiarnan's lips were tilted, from the beginning met the hue on Likta's face did not change. Without makeup, but always attracts attention.

With caution Tiarnan rubbed Likta's cheeks, tucking the child's hair tendrils behind the ears. “There is no woman as charming as you, what magic do you use to the point that I find it hard to get rid of everything about you?” he murmured, while staring at the wet cheeks of his wife's reddish. He assumed, hot water in the bathtub to be an additional cause besides natural pink.

“Beauty is what makes almost all men look at you with adoring eyes,” I Tiarnan, “What should I do so that you disappear from my mind?”

All his life, Tiarnan never wanted women to roam in his heart and mind. However, the shadow of Likta is always haunting. Success evokes a strange feeling that tends to improve the performance of all tissues in the body, without knowing because suddenly seeing the woman is everywhere, suddenly increasingly restless when wrongly thought. The heart beats fast immeasurably when it is near as it is today.

“Ma—” racoe Likta, she changes position.

Tiarnan's hoe looks up and down, jealous of the soft water around Likta's body. He hoped to replace the role of that thin foaming liquid.

Tiarnan growled faced with a situation like this, passion bubbling all over the body. As much as possible to resist the urge to cram, so currently trying desperately to focus the sense of vision only to the face. He stuck out his hand, looking around for a bathtub blockage.

The sound of water being sucked into the sewer disguised the roar of Tiarnan's breath, Likta's eyes turning round, almost jumping off her petals.

“Mas—Tiarnan,” said Likta Parau, barely able to breathe because of the pressure of Tiarnan's warm lips. The impression of intimate movements was shocking as well as tantalizing. His eyelids clenched, the fire flowed fiercely until it caused a surge of pleasure restrained. “Cold,” groaned with shivering body.

And, unexpectedly, the voice of Likta further drowned out Tiarnan's sense of taste, demanding a welcome. The sensation is very intoxicating, both people who really want the unification of the body let the linking of the lips continue.

It is like their first night, the heat from the body scorches all anxiety over the consequences that are received later. Hypnotized by the deceivers of the world's paradise, to forget the signs that exist.

“Hold,” muttered Tiarnan on the sidelines of Likta's lips, he was like a fish entangled hook, afraid of being torn when trying to escape. Instead of deepening the touch, the senses first explore the edge, then managed to reach the entire part.

The blood cells in Likta's body melted away, unable to withstand the torrent of soul waves that were longing for caress. Both of his hands crawled over Tiarnan's shoulders, the fingers of the copy interlaced behind the neck. The sensation washed away until without being asked the body curved and approached the chest.

Tiarnan pulled Likta out of the bath easily, as if his wife's weight was as light as a pigeon's fur. She carried the woman out of the bathroom and reached the bed.

Like something precious, Tiarnan lowered Likta full of tenderness. For some reason he swept his lips on his wife's forehead before removing all the barrier of the encountering skin with skin.

“My repose when this hurts,” Tiarnan's ink is hoarse, because there are no signs of rejection, he lays the fingers along Likta's spine. Moving regularly until reaching the most hidden place, uncovering a pair of legs slowly.

Both Likta's hands clutch at the shoulder, as the cat is afraid of slumping the tips of the nails firmly planted. His breathing was wheezing, before he could resist, he felt a primitive thrust. They were both inexperienced, allowing themselves to sink deeper. A series of hip movements and jerks cause blood flow in each vessel to burst with excitement.

And, as Tiarnan began to accelerate the movement, Likta welcomed with a groan. Hearing that, he was forced to lower the anchor, holding the elbow so as not to completely squeeze. He chose to be silent waiting for rejection, but instead found a plea in the clear twinkle of his wife's eyeball.

Tiarnan lowered his head, his warm breath sweeping through Likta's neck niche. As a greeting, the woman immersed her fingers into the thick hair of Tiarnan. The exploration did not get there, without navigation he traced all the curves until the wife gave his name in a stifled voice.

The screech is adrenaline-pumping, the masculinity collides with the softness of the movement. Maintaining the harmony of the movement as it strives to reach the highest peak, under the consciousness of the two men who are being shrouded in a long mists of romance, evidence of unspeakable satisfaction.

The man finally fell to the bottom of the abyss, immersed in pleasure, his sturdy arm reaching the woman closer. Peeping the head is so friendly.

“I want to trust you, Likta,” Tiarnan whispered before falling asleep, this time he not only put his trust, but wanted to have a woman in embrace for good.