Companion To Paris
My bahaga

Paris ended up sleeping on the same bed as Biema. This is the second time. Paris restless. Moreover, Biema's plain back was next to her. Unlike when sleeping in Biema's room while staying at the house of in-laws. This time Biema knew his heart and vice versa. This kind of atmosphere is disturbing.

Feeling Paris was still awake, Biema looked back. "You haven't slept?"

"No."

"Sleep Paris. You're not tired?" tanya Biema still just turned her head without changing her tilted sleeping position.

"Of course I'm tired, but I don't want to sleep. I have to open my eyes" said Paris determined. Hearing this Biema rolled her body and slept sideways facing Paris. Paris' body tiptoed and spontaneously moved backwards.

"Don't force yourself. I can't possibly pounce on you. I wouldn't be rash to instantly want to make love to you."

The blush!

A red hue ran through Paris' face to the neck. Make love? Paris widened her eyes at a glance as the word slid smoothly from Biema's lips. This is the first time Biema has been open about husband and wife relationships in bed. Paris was a little surprised.

Biema starts blatantly saying that she wants to make love to him. Although Paris sometimes knows that there are indications to go there, but this confession is really surprising.

"I'm always looking forward to it. Every moment with you I'm tormented, but I have to endure." A little grinning, Biema said that. Admit he wanted to be so with Paris.

Hearing that Paris opened her eyes. "You want to fuck with me so much?" ask Paris unconsciously.

"of course. You're the one I love. You are my wife too. There's nothing against me doing it unless it's me."

"Why?"

"I told you. Even though I really want to do it, I will definitely try to avoid it. I know it's not time yet. Your circumstances also do not allow for unification. Your school must be finished first" Biema said with soft eyes. Sounds resigned.

"So you're willing to wait?" search Paris.

"Not willing. Sa-ngat is not willing. Actually I'm not willing. I'm just holding myself back." Biema says she is not willing to repeat herself. It shows his true disassociation.

"You fought hard."

"Yes. Parisian. Every time I see you, I want to do it. I was tormented by restraint. Until it hurts down there because it holds back not to do the release. I'm waiting for your body to receive my seed." In addition to those words, Biema also added a tormented expression on her face. It´s real. Not a cover.

The eyes of Paris are foggy. Feel compassionate. His hand stretched out to touch Biema's cheek. He looked at the man's lips and then kissed him. Just a minute, then let go. Paris was touched Biema appreciated it. So he gave the kiss to a gift. Unfortunately the small gift had such a devastating impact on Biema.

"If this is the case, I become more and more want to devour you," said Biema hoarse because growling. This man's eyeballs also began to misty desire.

Paris glared at Biema's stifled growl just now. "Don't" said Paris holding Biema's body. "Don't do it" insisted Paris again.

Suddenly the girl slipped both hands under Biema's arm. Biema surprised. Paris forced herself to embrace this bare-chested her. Even though his body had hugged Paris bare-chested, if this girl herself hugged him it would feel different. Biema squirming. Desire thirsty.

Biema knows that. This girl was just trying to comfort her who was already half-soul holding back.

"It seems I can't. I want to do it now" Biema said near Paris' ear.

"No! Nay! Must be! I can!" paris shouted in panic and fear. Spontaneously Paris's arm tightened his embrace, until his cheek stuck to Biema's chest. Paris's body tightened against Biema's chest. Biema's lips smiled seeing this. Then his arms hugged his girl tightly.

"Promise ya, every night hug me like this."

"Huh? Every night?" paris asked in surprise while keeping her cheeks away from Biema's chest. Looking up while frowning questioned Biema's sentence just now.

"He-uh." Biema nodded innocently.

"Why every night, Biem? I have no such promise" protested Paris.

"I made a promise. I'm the one who decides," Biema insisted unfairly. Paris snorted and rolled her eyes in annoyance. Then thin the lips. Biema is beginning to show her leadership. Yep. Biema is the head of the family. "Because my nights should be filled with your arms Paris. Otherwise, I would be tormented myself holding my might tight because I wanted to touch you."

Throwin! The new vocabulary that makes the body crumble is heard again. Paris is silent and does not argue.

Aarggs! What is this talk? Seeds. Make love. Disengagement. Doughtiness. What is it all? Why did Biema and I suddenly discuss the topic of the adult area? If this continues .. can-can be unknowingly, I myself began to touch Biema. Start pouncing. I also wanted to do it before my time. Nooo! It's hazardous. The danger!

"Why? You don't agree?" tanya Biema who saw Paris heaved a heavy sigh.

"No. It's been. Let's go to bed. I have school tomorrow." Paris resigned and chose to embrace Biema again tightly.

"Can I do a little?" bargain Biema in between hugs. Suddenly the man's body moved down to align his head on Paris' neck. This guy wants to fuck in that sensitive area.

"Biem ..." said Paris asked this man to return to his position earlier. But this man first kissed under the chin of Paris. Make Paris squirm. Seeing that Biema smiled. Biema added to the kiss. "Biem ..." looks like Paris******* while holding Biema's head close to her neck again.

"I knew. I'm not gonna do it more than this." Biema pulled her body back to its original position. She hugged Paris. "Let me embrace you. Let's sleep. Looks like you're sleepy."

"Yes. I'm very sleepy" Paris said in a voice that sank. Biema pecked at the head of Paris and closed her eyes later. They both began to fall asleep.

Sandra was already impatiently waiting for the arrival of her beloved sister-in-law. He had been standing in front of the gate. Intentionally did not enter the school because he wanted to meet Paris immediately. Sandra's legs moved to the right and to the left. Trying to calm the anxiety that has been plaguing him ever since.

Paris's cell phone has not been in contact since this morning. Seems dead. Even though Sandra has sent a picture of the screen shoot results in a group chat of school children.

Just then a familiar car appeared not far from where Sandra was standing. Actually Sandra knows whose car it is, but the question is .. Why is Paris now with her brother this morning? Didn't Paris tell him about the new shuttle policy.

A moment of uneasiness was gone, changing curiosity.