The Nurse's Choice of Man

Uniting Love

The expertise of Dimas mastering the situation seems to be able to expel the tension felt by Amara. Amara looks more relaxed than ever. The woman could even laugh loosely in response to Dimas' joke. Sometimes also do not hesitate to touch his lips when he feels upset.

The moon in the sky is shifting the sign of the night getting late. Dimas began to worry when he found his wife had been seen yawning several times. Even though they are in bed and under the same blanket, they have not done anything. Sitting leaning against the head of the bed, Dimas' left hand held his wife's right hand, which sat down close to the left.

"Well, are you?" Dimas finally decided to ask after Amara silenced his mouth for the umpteenth time.

"Hehe." Amara only grinned to respond to Dimas's question.

Smiling softly, Dimas rubbed the top of his wife's head and spoke like he was giving orders while raising his chin. "Sleep, gih."

However, instead of breeding, Amara actually shook her head quickly.

"Loh, why? Isn't it sleepy?" Dimas asked while frowning his brows. Obviously his wife's refusal to be a question even though in his heart he did not want his wife to really sleep that fast.

"Hire a room is very expensive. You paid a lot for this place just to sleep."

Dimas chuckled at his wife's unexpected answer. He also reflexes to scramble the hair of the wife because so anxious.

"Keep .. What do you want?"

Amara who was in the middle of fixing the hair just returned it with a headband and put on a plain face.

Again, Dimas laughed as he rubbed his wife's head. Peeping the nurse's forehead, he then said, "No pa-pa, dear. If you sleep, just sleep. Do not think about expensive rent. My savings are just a little less for this place's rent."

Dimas laughed to see Amara gawking. Perhaps the girl imagined how much of the Dimas family's fortune was in its entirety. He then grabbed Amara's hand, then clasped the fingers gently.

"I know you are tired because all day must greet thousands of people. It's okay, no problem. I'll stay awake to watch over you until tomorrow morning."

"Well!" Mata Amara. Then the reflexes shook strongly. "Don't!"

Dimas changed his leaning position while looking at Amara questioningly. "Cock don't?"

"Yes! That's not fair to you." Amara's lips pursed. "Are you just keeping me asleep?"

"Because?" He put on a smile before throwing a question in a seductive tone. "If you do not want to be guarded, continue to want to be flanked dong?"

Suddenly Amara's face was embarrassed because of Dimas's question. There's nothing wrong with Dimas's question. It's just that his brain that has been stretched everywhere.

Initially Amara thought tonight Dimas would demand his rights as a husband. Either waiting for his willingness or by forcing.

However, the attitude is inversely shown Dimas tonight. It was clear that she felt bad because she did not carry out her duties as a wife.

"Darling?" Dimas grabbed Amara's chin because his wife only froze when asked. He forced Amara to return her gaze.

For a moment Amara froze. The stern iris gaze made her heart hammer. For whatever reason, she felt she was the luckiest woman because she married the near-perfect man before her.

For a moment Amara forgot to blink, forgot to move and forgot to breathe. He was stunned to see the creation of God that is so charming. Until when Dimas breathed air into his face, Amara blinked and stuttered.

"No pa-pa. I-I just love the rent money!" call Amara and turn her face away. Trying to hide. Already hard-earned to hide his shame, Dimas actually teased him with questions that made him even more embarrassed.

"Remain just a pity of money? There's nothing else, is there?" Dimas smiled as he played his thick eyebrows. His eyes were still intensely staring, even as probing.

Out of anger, Amara cut her back and turned her back to her husband. "Ish, what the hell. Yes yes, lah! What else is it?" resounding.

Dimas chuckled as he gently struck the empty mattress beside him. Clearly, he knew the wife's sudden agitation and misbehavior. He knew the girl was shy. However, he also felt like a loser because he had not found the right way to start their first night.

"Honey," called Dimas after stopping the laughter. He stuck out his hand, gently stroking the long hair over and over. Realizing that his laughter might offend his wife and end up sulking, he hurriedly approached her and persuaded her.

Unfortunately, the embarrassed Amara still refused to respond to her husband's call. So Dimas was forced to choose another option to persuade his love.

"I want to make coffee. Do you want to too?" bargain slowly while leaning face. His lips deliberately gave a soft touch to the earlobe belonging to his wife.

Dimas' actions made Amara buy and suddenly turned to Dimas. Not just because her heartbeat worked double, but the offer of coffee from her husband.

"Mas Dimas wants coffee? Let me be the cool one, yeah. I'm going to the kitchen for a second."

"Dear." Dimas prevented Amara from getting up by holding his arm. He smiled gently while winking. "Let me just. You wait here, okay."

"But–"

"Have, I have." Dimas hinted for Amara to sit there sweetly. He got up from the bed after rubbing his wife's cheek gently with his thumb.

Dimas is now very different from Dimas who he first knew. The current gold will never force its will. Even if the man wanted so badly, Dimas would definitely bow and wait for his readiness.

Immediately Amara shuffled from her seat. He pulled out a blanket and lowered his feet to stand on the floor. He cannot be selfish. This is their first night and Dimas should get his due.

Amara stepped carefully. His barefoot feet caused no sound when stepping. He looked for the room that was the kitchen in the hotel room. And when found, she thinned her lips reviewed the smile when she found her husband was doing something with his back.

Dimas who was unaware of Amara's presence looked serious berjibaku with his coffee brewing equipment. He prepared two pairs of cups with his saucer, put coffee and sugar, then finally poured the water that still reflects the origin into it.

When he was stirring, his hand was forced to stop the activity because he felt a touch from behind. At first the touch felt soft and slow. However, over time the touch spread and he felt something docked in the area behind his body.

For a moment, Dimas could only close his eyes, enjoying the warm mixed tingling sensation that attacked his entire nerve vein.

"Ngapain's coming to the kitchen, honey?" From the circular ring on the ring finger on the fused hand on his stomach, Dimas could guess who it was. The new wedding ring he pinned on the ring finger of a beautiful girl this morning. Who else if not Amara? Even the soft touch and warm embrace is still always remembered Dimas. Yes, the woman was hugging him from behind.

Dimas only smiled even though Amara did not answer his question. However, when the woman even tightened her arms and swiped her cheeks on her back, Dimas suddenly closed his eyes while gritting. His head looked up holding back the strangely creeping denyar. The feathers bristled and something down there hardened.

Whether intentional or not, Amara has made her desire that has been held back ever more blazing.

"Darling .. Don't touch me for your safety." Dimas growled as he clenched his hands. He tried to hold back and warn.

Unfortunately, Amara was too stupid to obey him. The woman shook her head. And for Dimas it was like teasing him.

"Dear." Dimas warned again. While Amara insisted on his stance. So ... something desired happens.

There was no third warning. Dimas took off Amara's hand and moved quickly around his body. Amara who had expected this to happen suddenly looked up, staring at the iris firmly wrapped in lust without fear.

"Basic naughty. Since when did you become a fool? Why not heed my warning?"

Amara just smiled wryly asked like that. He bit his lower lip as Dimas sharpened his gaze. Somehow at first, suddenly now Amara was sitting on the marble pantry table. Dimas who lifted his body there like a cotton ball without a load.

Amara could only screech as Dimas pulled his body to close in. Her hands reflexively coiled around her husband's neck with the aim of holding on. While their faces were already facing very closely and looking at each other.

Honestly, his spirit was very fiery just a moment ago. However, after the situation like this, why did Amara become a bit of a guts?

Dimas' hand was already hugging his waist like a lock. Which obviously made him unable to escape again.

Amara's heart pounded violently. The pores of his skin began to condense even though his entire body was covered in cold weather. Amara could also feel if her face started to turn pale. Although he has established the resolve, but it cannot be denied if the fear remains. Moreover, the eyes wrapped in lust continued to hit him. Plus the words full of threats that were thrown from the lips of Dimas next.

"I've warned you twice but you've acted like a challenge. Don't blame me for taking something precious away from you."

Despite her fear, Amara kept trying to be calm. He returned Dimas' gaze without trepidation. "That's your right. Take it and do as you please" he replied half in a whisper.

Like getting unexpected sustenance, Dimas did not want to waste it. He immediately grabbed Amara's ranum lips and devoured them full of pleasure.

Dimas removed the pagutan after a while just to see how Amara reacted. Are you willing to be touched or just forced?

Unfortunately Dimas did not find what he feared. The woman showed no resistance nor the slightest rejection, although a red tinge so clearly adorned the face.

Amara smiled sincerely at him, as if to say that she was fine. Even the soft fingers touched Dimas' face and gave a gentle swab there.

Again, Dimas growled. His eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure that spread. Without wanting to waste any more time, he again grabbed Amara's lips and enjoyed it greedily.

Uncomfortable with the place they are using now, Dimas carries Amara's body to take her to their room. Spreading the body with a pajama wrap that is no longer perfect is right in the middle of the bed.

Dimas devoured Amara so thirsty. The strangulation and ****** that escaped from Amara's lips even more ignited her passion.

Although he had felt pain due to Dimas tearing something of his own, but it could not be denied if Amara felt unparalleled pleasure. Dimas treated her like an angel. Take her flying to the clouds and enjoy the beauty of nirvana.

Amara could not describe the happiness she felt. Only gratitude to the Creator for uniting his love with the love of the man who is now holding him so tightly in the contest.

Finish ~~~

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