Your Cold CEO belongs to me

shall we try it first?

Jonathan opened the door of his room very slowly, as if worried that the person inside would be disturbed. It was the room he used as a child.

Jamilah seemed to fix his sitting position as soon as Jonathan's head poked behind the door.

"Not slept?" ask Jonathan for a pleasantry. Though clearly his wife was still fresh sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Not yet" said Jamilah briefly.

"Have a shower?" jonathan asked still stale again, because clearly also saw Jamilah's hair is still very wet.

"Already," said Jamilah as he tidied his hair that soaked his nightgown.

"Then I take a shower." Jonathan walked very slowly to the bathroom, "Your face is wet" Jonathan said as he touched Jamilah's shoulder as he passed his wife.

"Ah, yeah ain't nothing gonna dry on its own." Jamilah's finger accidentally touched Jonathan's hand as he spontaneously took hold of his shoulder. The two quietly stared at each other with fingers still linked.

"May ...." Jonathan edged closer and would sit by his wife's side.

"Sir, she said she wanted to take a bath" said Jamilah quickly before her husband put a tat pan next to her.

"Oh yes, I take a shower first, yes" Jonathan said excitedly.

"Yes, Mr. Jo takes a shower first" Jamilah said quickly.

Jonathan nimbly grabbed the towel and the change of clothes and darted into the bathroom. After her husband died in the bathroom, Jamilah again restless let alone heard the humming ria racing with the sound of water.

"Sir Jo must be expecting more tonight, but I'm going to be a hindrance. How are you." Cover his face with both hands.

He and Jonathan during the relationship never crossed the line. Never cross the line, just kissing the cheek they never do. Just be confused about how to express something sensitive and intimate.

When the sound of water from the bathroom is no longer heard, Jamilah increasingly restless. He started biting his fingernails. The bathroom door opened, Jonathan came out with his hair still wet. The fragrance of soap and shampoo combined with shaving foam instantly spread throughout the room as soon as Jonathan came out.

"I'm old, huh?" jonathan asked with a smile.

"Not really." Jamilah shakes nervously. She hoped her husband would stay longer in the bathroom.

"Congratulations?" jonathan asked while sitting on Jamilah's side. Just shakes can't answer. His chest was pounding and his head was busy stringing words explaining his body condition.

The two sat quietly busy with their respective thoughts. Jamilah is confused how to say that he is coming to the moon, while Jonathan is thinking about how to start the first intimate relationship in a way that is not tacky but impressed dashing.

"May ...."

"Mr ...."

The two almost simultaneously called and looked. Spontaneously the two laughed realizing that they were both nervous. The atmosphere returned a little more.

"Kok still sir called him." Jonathan shifted his body closer towards Jamilah.

"Mas Jo?" Jamilah moved his body away from Jonathan with a faint motion.

"Mmm, it's better that's the horror," Jonathan said as he glanced at Jamilah's hair. He began to remember a short lesson that his brother had given earlier.

"May ...." Jonathan drew closer and his outstretched hand stroked Jamilah's long hair.

"Why, Mas Jo?" ask Jamilah in a nervous voice with a new name for her husband.

Steady, also tips from brother Alex. Inner Jonathan pleased, he began to feel confident and ready to continue the second tips from Alex.

Praise her and make her queen.

"You're beautiful, Milah." Jonathan begins to launch a second attack, praising and making his wife soar. Jonathan's hand was rubbing his wife's long hair more and more.

Jamilah wriggled her neck increasingly lulled by her husband's romantic treatment. He had forgotten his body condition. Without realizing it Jonathan had brought her into his arms. The smell of shampoo and soap that came out of her husband's body made Jamilah more complacent.

Step three, hold his chin and look into his eyes. You can do it, Jo!

"May ...." Jonathan called out in a loud voice. His hands shook as he touched Jamilah's cheeks and descended to his chin.

The two looked at each other with glaring eyes. Jonathan's finger pulled Jamilah's chin so that his wife's lips were slightly open. Jonathan swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. The challenging sight before him was indeed very tempting. Her lips were like asking her to be touched and kissed.

"May ...." Jonathan called out once more in a whispering voice. Very slowly, he began to bring his lips closer to his wife's face.

"Haatshyiii! ... Sorry, I didn't mean it." Jamilah rubbed the face of Jonathan who was wet with a spurt of saliva from his mouth.

"Sorry, sir uh, Mas .. My nose was itching." Repeated apologies are said Jamilah as her hands clean her husband's face. He wasn't sick, but Jonathan's snort tickled his nose making him unable to resist the urge to sneeze.

"Ga nothing." Jonathan tried to smile even though his heart was coarse. He did not want the atmosphere of this romantic night to be damaged just because of a sneeze that was accidentally done by the queen.

"I'll get some wet wipes, yeah, it'll smell."

"You need to smell it." Jonathan made his deadly appeal. His hand held onto Jamilah's body which was about to stand.

He brought his face closer to kiss his wife. This time he did a little bit quickly, because he was impatient again.

Jonathan's lips pressed lightly against Jamilah's lips, slowly sipping his wife's pale lips. No rejection even Jamilah looks resigned and enjoy, Jonathan began to lay his wife's body on the bed.

"Mas Jo, what do you want?" Not yet had the back of Jamilah touched the bed, he had risen again and sat up straight.

"Ma-nope ...." Jonathan, who was in a high voltage state, stuttered to see the drastic change in Jamilah's reaction.

"Sorry." Let's bow down in fear.

"Why?, there's nothing wrong. You must be nervous, I ain't nothing too. All newly married couples must experience the same thing first." Jonathan tried his wise ass to calm his wife when he himself was nervous and afraid of wrongdoing.

"I'm a hitch" said Jamilah almost like a whisper.

"What?, obstructed what?"

"Coming of the moon, menstruation, menstruation" said Jamilah as he looked at Jonathan. For a while her husband looked dumbfounded and his eyes twitched in confusion. His brain was busy digesting the meaning of the word his wife was saying.

"Ow ... The blood out of ... That?" Jonathan pointed towards his wife's thigh. Jamilah nodded in relief, finally her husband easily grasped the meaning of the word he said, "Then?" ask Jonathan again.

"Yes ... Can't relate yet." Let's bow down in shame.

"Can't you?, the blood is so much that it can't be the first night? Are we trying first?" Jonathan tried to bargain. Let her head rise and look at her husband in disbelief.

"Ga can! Wait a new week can be close," said Jamilah annoyed. He stood up from his seat, then went up to the bed and covered his whole body with a blanket up to the neck.

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