7 Virgin Blood
Sweet Bridal Night

While smiling shyly, Ak Jaka and I ignored Kang Solihin and Teh Husna's temptations, we entered the room and closed the door. I attached my towel back to her place, in the corner of the room, while on the other side, Ak Jaka grabbed her phone and sat leaning on the head of the bed.

For a moment, while sitting at Ak Jaka's side, I let my eyes drift along the wall, which was hung with an elegant blend of white and light brown sheets. Thick aubusson carpets are woven in matching shades of color and given a warm reddish-brown accent. The ceiling looks high and beautifully decorated in matching sheets of fabric and various floral decorations. Marvellously.

"You going back to sleep?" ak Jaka asked as he reached out to put his phone back on the nightstand.

I put my shoulders down. "Just as far as Aak. I comply. If you want to go to sleep, it's okay."

"Is that?" said. He smiled as if understanding what was in my mind, then got up and walked to the side of my bed. Approaching me. And then, as if he had rounded his mind about something, he moved quickly with determination, caught my hand and pulled me into him in a motion so fast and flexible that it made my breath stop.

Ak Jaka's mouth came down covering me in a rich kiss by various possibilities. Sensually her lips met mine, my *engulum and slid in and out slowly and lazily, as if she intended to spend all night for this kiss. At that instant, I decided that I didn't mind if he did. My heart began to beat and a ferocious fundamental need rose up inside me as I attached my body to it.

Ak Jaka's lips are perfect, warm and sweet. Ak Jaka swept his mouth back at me, bit lightly, sucked softly, and rubbed my skin with the newly grown coarse feathers on his jaw. My nose expands, inhaling the warm musk scent on the gallant man's body. As a man he was taller than me, let alone barefoot, I had to tiptoe to come into contact with him.

Ak Jaka kissed me completely, opened his mouth above me, teased my lower lip, then shrieked his tongue inside, probing, feeling, and touching my soul.

But it's still not enough. I let my hand slide down from his shoulder to his waist, then towards his pajama buttons. I felt Ak Jaka shudder under my touch as I removed the first button, and at that very moment Ak Jaka slightly distanced himself without actually lifting his lips from mine.

"The bride's night is not over yet" he murmured in my mouth. "One more time, dear."

I'm nodding. "certain. I'm yours."

The pajamas slid down onto the carpet at Ak Jaka's feet.

I tiptoed to kiss her lightly. "And now," I thought, lowering my gaze, "turn his subordinates I guess." I quickly put the pants down and let them fall.

Ak Jaka raised his eyebrows. "Well, act as you please toward me."

Increasingly bold, I knelt down and pulled off what was left and threw it on the floor. Then, I got up and took two steps back, watching the man who was standing straight with his innocence, except in that part that was not at all innocent. I smile at the smile.

Passively, Ak Jaka raised his hand, his mouth curving into a distinctive slanted grin. "You can't wait" he commented.

But I barely heard, at the same time I took two steps forward and slipped my hand, stuck my palm around my waist and climbed to the top of his body, pinning my fingers on the fine hairs covering her chest. I could feel the heat of Ak Jaka's body and the overflowing power within him, and it made me sore by the unfamiliar and new longing.

I know Ak Jaka felt it too. With my touch, the man cleared his throat, his tortured voice sweet and deep. Feeling increasingly bold, I found two sensitive spots on his chest, hard and tense under the tip of my finger. For a moment, I let my hands tease and play around in disbelief, then boldly I moved my hands sensually over Ak Jaka's chest. With a raucous voice, Ak Jaka took off my pajamas.

Right then, I slammed into his neck, pressed my lips together, and sucked that white skin softly, wondering if it would satisfy him.

Thas right. "Ah, Honey!" he choked.

I strengthened and deepened my vat*, and the man's fingers gripped my shoulders, pressing into my skin. Back, the man diran* hungry, but I don't want to rush. I want to torture him. Just as he tortured me.

As if being pulled by an unstoppable force, my finger slid down and clasped itself. His desire is back. Straight, strong, and pulsating. I practically knelt down.

But he didn't move to stop me.

I pulled it deep in the warmth of my mouth. To balance myself, I tucked one hand around her level legs. It looked completely natural. I feel strong. Feminine.

My mouth moved on Ak Jaka's body, first awkwardly, then more confidently, as the beat of the caress awoke.

Still clutching the back of my head, Ak Jaka let his other hand grip my shoulder, his fingers, tightening irregularly on my skin. "Oh, honey, Wulan, geez," he whispered, his words suffocating. His thighs tightened, his hips jerking in shame with urgency.

Suddenly, the fingers that had been clutching only the strands of hair on my head, suddenly clenched even stronger on my scalp.

"Stop!" hoarse and rude he spoke. "Oh, God, stop...!"

I looked up to see Ak Jaka's head jerk back, his mouth opening in a choked scream without a sound. In one quick demanding move, Ak Jaka lifted me up and grabbed me. Clumsy, throwing ourselves on the bed, into our bridal bed.

And then, I never remember exactly how, Ak Jaka, urgently and without speaking, lifted my legs and bent my knees, opening up to him. A basic and merciless need, his impatience seemed real. With a primitive male growl, Ak Jaka stretched the passage with his fingers. Feeling his touch I shuddered, opening myself up to the man. Ak Jaka's eyes lit up wildly. And...

"Akh!"

Sakiiiiiiiiit...! Crazy one! He really is him! Without ba bi bu, Ak Jaka entered me in one loud jolt, violently thrusting his body inward, stacking his body on top of me with one hand. His arm and neck muscles tightened as he thrust himself into me like a possessed man.

Pain, Ak....

I wanted to scream, I wanted to complain, but I didn't.

Then, Ak Jaka's eyes closed tightly. His head turned up, jerking repeatedly. "Ah, Honey... Wulan... oh...! Emmmmmmm.. Oh my God...!" voice raucous. Fieryly he threw himself on me.

Oh my God, I hold on with all my might. "Mas..please, Mum...."

Something spilled back from inside me. The warmth returned, warming us both.

And after that, Ak Jaka came back to racing...

Uh! Really tough!

Just incredible!

"Yeahaaaaaaah...!" *rangnya then, Ak Jaka pushed himself for the last time, then collapsed drooping, trembling in my body.

Really, it's a very sweet bridal night.