Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 137

"Darling?"

"Darling?"

A whisper was faintly heard in Audi's ears. Audi moaned, wriggling slowly stretching his muscles that felt stiff. Not to mention aches - sore in some parts, especially the intimate center that feels pain.

"Enungh ..." Audi wriggled regardless of his sagging blanket. He just gasped when something felt like pecking at the top of his chest at a glance.

Audi opened his eyes and found Ibra staring in the shade at him. The man smiled as he revealed the child's hair blocking Audi's forehead.

"Wake up, we're sublime," he whispered subtly.

Gritting slowly, Audi muttered along with whimpering. "Still sleepy~"

"Stay awake, darling. Prayer is mandatory. Let's take a shower."

Ibra slightly pulled the arm of Audi who was still reluctant to lift his body from the bed. "Darling ...?" He was beautiful, but his voice was still softly heard.

"Sakiiit~" whined Audi, his face scowling as if holding the ringing.

Ibra stopped pulling her hand and looked at the worried wife. "What pain? Too hard to pull your hand?"

"Open ... That's what hurts! Hiks, I can't sit~"

Some time Ibra was silent until finally he realized. "Mas .. was too rough last night?" ask carefully.

Instead of answering, Audi cried. He sobbed as he held his blanket over his chest. "Hiks .. sakiiiitt anyway. Waking up is hard to know ...."

Hearing that Ibra scratched her wet hair. He had just finished shampooing when he woke up Audi.

"You want a big fat?" bargain Ibra.

Ibra just sucked her hands under Audi and was about to lift the woman, Audi had screamed to make Ibra reflexively lower her body again.

"Huaa .. sakiitt ...!!!"

Audi's screams not only deafened Ibra's ears, but the entire house as well. Ibra could hear footsteps approaching their room. That certainly makes Ibra his own family.

"Cla? Hey, don't cry, dong."

Ow hell! Ibra is now scratching his nose while observing Audi who is still roaring, also thinking how to stop it.

"Don't you enjoy last night, too, Cla?"

"Hiks, last night was not so painful .." whine Audi. "Now it is very painful, the body is also pegel allaa ... This must be because Mas Ibra went back and forth with me!" isak Audi's.

Ibra was getting confused on the spot. He did not know how to deal with the situation that attacked him. Not to mention the voice of people from outside makes it have to be extra thinking.

"Audi's? Ibra? Did you hear the screams? You guys aren't papa?" It was Lalisa.

Ibra thumped. "No papa, Ma! Audi slipped in the bathroom! But no papa, no!" he replied to Lalisa's question.

Oh God, not yet anything Ibra has dared to lie to in-laws. How are you going? All for the sake of protecting the private affairs of husband and wife. It seems that after this Ibra had to quickly bring Audi to move because there their room was soundproofed.

A moment in time no sound was heard from Lalisa. A few seconds later, the woman hesitated. "Oh that? Kirain what's up. Thank God Audi is okay. You guys, if you want to have breakfast, get off, okay? Mama's staying."

"Yes, Ma" said Ibra.

His breath was wasted. He turned back to Audi who had begun to relieve his stuffing. The wife rubbed her eyes after waking up. Ibra leaned in to get closer, and she rested one hand on her elbow, while the other hand was raised stroking Audi's cheek.

"Sorry, huh? Last night I was so excited that I forgot this was the first one for you. This is also the first for Mas, but it is clear women will feel more pain than pleasure when first connecting. Sorry, because Mas may fail to satisfy you."

Ibra taps Audi's temple. Audi sobbed, he shook his head in response to Ibra's conclusion. "I'm enjoying, really. I'm just not used to it yet."

Ibra smiled, she again kissed the side of Audi's face full of feelings. "Thank you for last night, Cla. Very satisfied."

"Hm, you're welcome."

"Mandi?" ask Ibra.

"It's hard on the road" complained Audi.

Ibra feels guilty because last night they played long enough. Maybe because Ibra had restrained himself and craved his first night with Audi, Ibra became a little lost control.

"Babies?"

Audi. "It's not heavy? Yesterday I ate a lot at the buffet."

The plain statement succeeded in emphatically from Ibra. "That was yesterday, now it's different again. The food has been digested. Look, you're also not suddenly fat in a day, really."

"The sling, huh?" ask Ibra again.

"Yes already." Audi agreed.

Ibra smile. He began to lift the wife's body from the bed and take her to the bathroom. At first Ibra wanted to prepare a chair under the shower, but he remembered that Audi was in pain when sitting.

"Can you shower yourself?" ask Ibra worriedly.

Now Audi is standing under the shower and preparing to shampoo. He was still holding a blanket that covered his body. Lots of red marks on the white surface of Audi, it makes Ibra desperately swallow to hold something back stiffened.

But he immediately shook his head and tried to wake himself up to stay sane. Audi is in trouble now, and they are in pursuit of dwindling prayer times.

"I can shower myself, Mom. Cumans ..."

"What germs?"

Audi was silent for a moment, then shook his head. "It's nothing. Ibra is waiting outside. If you want to pray first, just don't papa."

"No, I'm waiting for you."

"But it's bad luck?"

"Still half five. What are you gonna take a shower for?"

Yeah, too, anyway.

"Yes, Mas Ibra is out."

Ibra did not comply. He approached and touched the edge of the blanket that Audi was holding. Audi rebalt made it. "M-Mas Ibra wants what?"

"Snipples slightly. Can, huh?" ibra whispered, accompanied by a charming smile.

If Ibra's face was that handsome, how could Audi refuse? He let it go when Ibra lowered the soft edge of the blanket that wrapped the top of the body Audi. Ibra smiled briefly before then looking down, peeling, scooping, and playing her tongue on the top of the wife's pa-yu-da-ra.

The audi moaned slowly observing Ibra's treatment on her body. Honestly, he was a little insecure about the size of his chest.

"Mas ... got a little Audi, huh?"

"Hm?" Ibra just muttered, her eyes glancing upwards at a glance.

After a while Ibra kept her face away from it. He rubbed the surface of the top of Audi wet because of his actions. "It's good, honey. I love it because it looks so cute."

Manyun audi. "really? If Mas Ibra thinks less, I can go to the doctor, all implants I want."

Ibra breathed patiently. He grabbed both sides of Audi's face and looked at his wife in the shade. "Honey, we should always be grateful for all the gifts of God. You do not insecure let alone think Mas does not like your physical like this. To be honest, I love your little body. If Mas doesn't like it, how could last night Mas flip through you and make you sick all over the body this morning."

Audi's face was still grim. "Is Ibra really satisfied?"

"Bangetpus. If you don't think you're sick again and we have to subuhan, now Mas want to ask you again. So stop going low with your beautiful body. Other people are difficult, you know, want to have an ideal body. You are thankful that any kind of fat food does not have to worry about fat. Maybe it'll be fat after a few more months."

Audi frowned confusedly. "A few more months? Meanin?"

Ibra smiled, dyed the lightning of Audi's ripe lips. "When you are pregnant with our child" she said with a happy face.