The Forbidden Desire of the Wife

Sweet Time!

"Hey, Sha .. you've finally come, too" said Abraham.

The man smiled, showed his beaming face then opened his hands, hinting that Marsha should scatter into his arms.

However, Marsha only walked closer and did not embrace Abraham. The woman gave a sweet smile and looked at Abraham.

"So, this is your studio?" ask Marsha now to Abraham.

"Yes" he replied, nodding his head.

"Why is it called Nava?" ask Marsha again.

That name sounds like a woman's name. Marsha seems to want to know why Abraham's studio is called Nava.

"Why do you want to know?" ask Abraham.

"Yes, your lover yeah?" ask Marsha again to Abraham.

Seeing Marsha's reaction, Abraham smiled. That guy's. Taking two steps forward to erode his distance with Marsha, and then without permission, Abraham embraced Marsha so tightly.

"I miss u. I am really missing you" Abraham solemnly told Marsha.

For Abraham no other word could express how much he longed for Marsha today. By embracing Marsha, at least that longing will get the antidote.

Marsha's hands were broken, and neither returned Abraham's embrace. Marsha admits she enjoys being hugged and treated warmly like this. Only, there was still fear in the heart because of the status of Marsha who was another man's wife.

"Bram" said Marsha softly. His mouth and tongue are so thick. Just calling Abraham's name was hard.

"Hmm, why?" answer Abraham.

"The answer is my question" Pinta Marsha.

Abraham breaks his arms, but both hands hold Marsha's arms. Then Abraham fixed the face of Marsha in it.

"Nava the Narawangsa Valentina. Na - Va's. So, yes, that is" replied Abraham.

Ah, apparently Marsha just found out that Nava is an acronym (short) of his second last name. Why Marsha can't think of all that. Hearing Abraham's reply, Marsha smiled. He really did not expect that Nava was his last name and Abraham.

"How can you?" ask Marsha now to Abraham.

"The studio is mine, so I'm free to name what I want" replied Abraham.

Then Abraham carried his hand which was originally holding Marsha's arm, now one of his hands seemed to reach Marsha's chin, with a look that intertwined, with the look of eyes that stared at each other warmly.

“Sha, may I kiss u?” abraham asked with a voice that sounded so deep.

Really, Marsha is like melted ice cream. How could he not melt, if Abraham spoke this sweetly and behaved so that he could always make his heart beat beyond its threshold.

In the silence of Marsha, in the silent atmosphere in Abraham's room, the man eroded the distance of his face which was only a few centimeters from Marsha. The man grabbed Marsha's chin gently, and then Abraham further eroded the distance of his face, his warm lips giving a kiss on Marsha's lips.

The surface of the skin is supple and stores thousands of sensory nerve cells that greet each other, even if only just stick, but it is already very able to ignite the particles in the body of both.

In each passing second, only his second breath seemed to be heard through his respective sense of hearing. Abraham closed his eyes slowly, feeling the warmth of Marsha's lips. The man realized that there was no rejection from Marsha, until finally Abraham even slightly opened his lips, and stuck out a little tip of his tongue, began the man cradled the lips of Marsha who was so ripe. Sucking the folds up and down alternately, grappling it so gently, even melu-matnya with the movement of the lips are very soft.

The atmosphere created really made Marsha so tense. The layer of air he breathed seemed to be getting pushed aside. Until his chest feels tight. The kiss was melancholy, but it was also forbidden at the same time.

Abraham held Marsha's nape with his hand, the man twisted his neck slightly, and deepened his kiss. A kiss enveloped by a passionate longing. A kiss that was enveloped with forbidden feelings, but was so challenging. The pressure of Abraham's lips on Marsha's lips makes Marsha ignited. Yes, Marsha is so ignited.

A few minutes later, the kiss continued, until Abraham finally pulled his face. The man smiled, with a thumb giving a swab at the lower crease of Marsha's lips.

“Thanks ... this is a sweet kiss,” said Abraham.

In his smile, Abraham approached and he again planted two kisses on Marsha's lips.

Chup! Chup!

His actions ended with Abraham's strong and warm embrace in Marsha's body. Unconcerned by the decay of Marsha's two hands that did not return her embrace. No matter the status of the woman standing before him was the husband of the person. What Abraham cares about is that he really wants Marsha. What Abraham cared about was that he was so fascinated by Marsha.

“I was so happy to meet you, Sha .. yesterday I waited all day, and now to meet you and kiss you it feels like my energy is back filled.” Abraham spoke while still holding Marsha's body tightly.

Marsha slowly closed her eyes, feeling Abraham's warm embrace. The desire in his heart grew. The desire in his heart said that he liked to be touched by Abraham like this. If he is truly insane, let him be mad for this forbidden desire.