The CEO's Pro-Daster Girl

My prize

Arie can only stop. Alex kept his feet out in front of their room. After opening the room door, Alex was surprised by the situation in their room that was so romantic. petals arranged on the road to the bed, as well as on the bed. Some pink and gray balloons also decorate the room.

"Darling, what does this all mean?" Alex looked at his wife's brown bead questioningly.

"Nothing, I just want to decorate our room. Is that wrong?" said Arie with a ketus.

"Not like that, but this-this

"It's my birthday so it's up to me" said Arie, cutting off her husband's words.

Hearing that Alex relented he no longer asked. He would rather give up and not continue the question. He brought Arie near the sofa at the end of the bed and sat him on a pile of flowers. Alex kisses Arie's lips gently.

"I took a shower for a while ok. It is strictly forbidden to walk alone!" firmly Alex. Arie just nodded in understanding.

Alex rushed to the bathroom to clean up. After seeing Alex passing behind the door, Arie immediately got up and walked closer to the closet. With a big smile he took the official clothes that had just been bought by his sister-in-law. Hotter and more challenging, the bright red color makes Arie look bolder.

After changing his clothes with a filter shirt tofu that is less material and translucent. Arie also polishes his face and gives a touch of lips in the same color with his illegal clothes. After that he sat on the sofa again, crossing one leg up, Arie tried to regulate his breathing. It's been a long time since he's done something like this. Especially now that there were a few traces of stitches that had not completely disappeared from his body. Sometimes Arie feels insecure. However, she will try her best to provide services for her husband.

Arie took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. The sound of the bathroom door opening made Arie's heartbeat even faster. Alex who had just come out of the bathroom was stunned to see his wife in a transparent cloth so tempting.

"Darling," call Arie spoiled. She stood up and slowly approached her husband.

Seeing that Alex rushed to his wife.

"I told you not to walk, you're still not well, baby." Alex grabs Arie's body and lifts it up.

Their bodies touch. Arie wrapped her hands around Alex's neck, the distance of their faces so close. The delicate fragrance of Arie's perfume so troubled Alex. Makes his blood rustle great. Arie rubs the tip on her husband's cheeks and jaw. With his hunting breath Arie tightened his embrace.

"Dear, don't be like this. I won't be able to hold myself." Alex closed his eyes, he groaned as one of his wife's hands rested on the chest of his field.

"I want my birthday gift."

Arie kisses Alex's cheek and neck, making Alex tighten the hand that holds Arie's body. Alex's jaw hardened to hold the already tense feeling like a rope being pulled strong.

"What?" alex asked while painstakingly gulping his saliva.

"I want you." whispered Arie, then kissed her husband's ear.

"I don't want to hurt you, honey."

"But you've been torturing me, I miss you so much. My husband." Arie pulled a little of her face from her husband's face.

The two lovebirds stared at each other with twinkle longing intertwined. A very deep longing even though their bodies are now clingy without pause.

"But Baby ...

Alex's words stopped as Arie silenced his lips with a kiss.

"I want you. My husband," said Arie with a glare in his eyes.

Arie knew Alex that way when he wanted her. However, the man with all his might tried to restrain himself. Alex instantly eroded the distance between their two lips. Moves gently melt the misses of the interlocking. Alex began to roll his legs towards the bed. He slowly spread his wife's body between the flower petals without letting go of the link of their lips.

With a single pull of cloth covering his wife's body removed from his body. Alex went down his wife's neck, with one hand playing down there.

"Alex .." - ..." Arie said her husband's name lovingly when she felt something coming out.

"You're ready, baby."

Arie still managed his breathing. Alex smiled, he released the thread covering his body. He lowered his head, gently tucking the scar that was still missing from his wife's smooth thigh.

"It still hurts." Alex touches it slowly, as if Arie's skin is made of thin glass that can break at any time.

Arie shakes her head, her outstretched hand rubbing gently on her husband's cheek. Alex catches Arie's hand and kisses him.

"I don't want to hurt you," she softly glanced at Arie.

"I'm fine, trust me."

"I'll do it gently." Alex kisses Arie's hand again and pulls him to the back of his neck. Alex lowered his face eroding the distance in them. He gently reunited their lips, taking a sip of the sweetness that became his candlestick. Alex took off the link of their lips.

Slowly Alex begins to enter his wife's body, uniting hers into the warm place she longs for.

"sickness.." Arie clutched firmly on her husband's arm.

"Why does it feel the same as we first did," complained Arie with her adorable eyes.

Alex pauses, letting Arie get used to his presence.

"Hold a minute, maybe because we didn't do it for a long time." Alex kisses Arie's forehead and then both eyelids are closed.

Alex felt sorry to see the grimacing face of his wife. However, it was also impossible to stop him all now.

Alex fused their eyebrows, Arie looked at her husband a glare that made Alex want more. He immediately scooped Arie's ruum lips as if he was teasing her. Arie's tiny body curled upwards as Alex began to lead their game.

Arie's groaning voice began to flow beautifully throughout the room. Their sweat and the roar of breath fused to sail the sea of love that immersed them in the heaven of the world.

The wall in the room had been a silent witness to the two men melting away longing. The rose petals are now scattered along with their heartbeats that run into each other.

"Darling, I'm sorry I couldn't help it."

Alex raced faster chasing a sense that was almost at its peak. Arie held onto Alex's arm tightly as she felt her body begin to tighten.

"My dear," said the spoiled Arie.

"My love."

Alex sped up his movements until the end he stiffened and spouted an army of tadpoles in his wife's womb. Alex drops his head on Arie's shoulder with his hunting breath.

"Thank you dear." Alex kisses Arie's forehead and cheeks before he descends from above his wife.

Alex settles down next to Arie and holds his wife's body in his arms. Arie sucked her face in the chest of her husband's field, enjoying the rest of the scent of warmth they had just felt.