You Are My Sunshine
The Part 273
“Do Not Mas.” The worried look was clearly imprinted on Dara's face. His hand held tightly to the bathrobe which was only attached to cover his front body, while the back of his body was not covered by anything.
The heroes were getting close to their bodies, one hand landed on the back of Dara's uninhibited lump squeezing it anxious, one hand landed on the back of Dara, followed by her lips that began to tease down Dara's ears then bite her lobe gently makes Dara more stiffened by panic.
“Why hmm? haven't you been naked a lot in front of me.” The hero spoke passionately, his eyes closed with a roar of irregular breath on the sidelines of his creeping kiss.
“Ak-i.. i_”.
Dara's tongue was faint, she turned her face away while the man who urged her was exploring her neck with an undeniable puff of hot breath making her crumble.
“Mas.” Dara gripped the arm of the Hero that wrapped around her waist.
“What's the matter dear?” The hero stopped his activities.
“I... I was afraid,” he said as he bit his lip and then looked down deeply.
Jemari Wira grabbed Dara's chin to look up to him until now their eyes were rubbing, his eyes were staring in the pretty iris of his wife and he found anxiety and fear in there.
Is Dara feeling scared because this is her first time again after a few months of not making love? thought.
“You scared? I promise it will be soft,” Wira said with a stifled desire. His head began to feel dizzy as the center of his body is increasingly urgent crowded behind his trending pants, just sticking together like this alone has been able to make his passion soar skyrocket to the crown, soaring, Dara was indeed a similar intoxicating magnet to him.
The woman jerked Dara's body cover until the bathrobe lay on the floor, making Dara scream in surprise and reflexively hug her innocent body using her arms trying to cover her intimate parts even though it was free.
“Let's, means?” The soul squinted in an incomprehensible eye.
“Former my surgical wound, still looks terrible. I was afraid, Mas.. was disappointed that my body was not as beautiful as it used to be" he lamented.
Dara's voice sounded stifled like he was about to cry when the passion of Wira had flared violently. Now Wira understands the cause of his wife's anxiety, but he will not let this drag on because he does not want to end horribly under the shower or in his own hands.
“Hey dear, look at me,” the door is soft while again reaching for Dara's chin.
“For me you are always perfect, always beautiful. After all, that scar is a sign of your struggle to bring my son into the world. You should be proud because not all women can feel having offspring from their own womb. Don't worry about such little things, I love and adore you as much as you do, just you.” Wira rubbed the scar on Dara's stomach as light as a breeze.
Speech calming Wira was able to create a smile as beautiful as the blooming flowers in the morning singest on Dara's face, the corner of his eyes slightly remembered the effect of the anxiety that had dibelanya. He stared back inwardly and saw the growing love of the net radiance of the guardians of his heart, his taste evaporated, in the next second Dara put his hand to the neck of the Hero.
“Miliki me,” said Dara full of confidence.
The hero smiled widely. He lowered his head, with hunting breath tucked in his lips in the warmth of Dara's lips and venturing there shedding all yearnings. Threw the nape of Dara with a body that is getting docked.
The two tasted and adored each other greedily. The hero stripped him of his clothes and threw him on the floor. Dara carried her to the long sofa in the locker room without releasing their lips. Sigh after sigh began to earthy make the atmosphere more heated, both panting hit by passion that soared.
The two men returned to meld. Wira urged himself to quench the thirst in his soul, thirst for the sweetness of honey from the beautiful flowers that bloom in his heart. He immersed himself more and more to meet the warmth of Dara until the howling from the lips of his wife was inevitable.
The two are back in a race with each other, sweat begins to condense from each other's pores. The expert touch of Wira makes the pleasure of the peak of romance flooding Dara first until her body shakes violently, and when the rower almost reached the finish line there was a loud cry Selena broke the silence of the night.