Diamond Girl
Chapters 27. Whole husband

Morning greeting, the morning sunlight that penetrated the window grille Arga made Alya awake. His eyes blinked slowly and then opened completely, he moved sideways and his gaze immediately hit the chest of Arga's field which was right in front of him.

Alya raised her face, smilingly looking at Arga. Next to his hand was cupped to his cheek that was clinging to his pillow, and his free hand boldly played the top button of the open Arga pajama.

The man still looked slumbering with the same tilted body position as himself. One corner of his lips curved up as if he was smiling. Her pony hair fell on her forehead and looked messy, but did not reduce her good looks even a little.

“Truly God's perfect creation,” murmured Alya was unable to take his eyes off. “And I can hardly believe I married her.”

Not stopping just to get there, the tip of Alya's fingers getting bolder and now sneaking in touch Arga's chest. Sounded stifled. Alya gasped, then quickly pulled her hand and bit her to leave marks on her skin.

Ignoring the voice she had heard just now, Alya was precisely focused on her mood. Not expecting that what he did, it caused a strange gelenyar on his body that felt up to the tip of his toes.

“What have I done?” Alya cupped her mouth, hoping that Arga would not be disturbed because of her actions. He rushes, just by touching the slightest response of his body is such. What would happen if Arga instead touched her in the same place that the man had done to her last night?

A few minutes later Alya kept silent and kept looking at Arga, then held his breath as the man moved in his sleep. Alya snuggled into Arga's arms as the powerful hand slipped under his armpit and pulled him closer.

It is undeniable, it feels really comfortable to lie in his arms as it is today and stick the face on the chest of the field. Feeling his breath that touched the skin of his face, also warmed his body like a blanket for him.

“God, thank you for bringing him into my life.” Alya whispered slowly. Had to hold back in despair considering that the marriage was no more like a duty for him. But as time went on togetherness among them, sprouted the seeds of love in Arga's heart to him.

Unable to hold himself back, Alya's hand stretched out again and touched the handsome face of her husband. Tracing every detail of his facial line with the tip of his fingers, one kiss he pinned on the smooth cheek while saying a word of affection for him.

“Hmm.” Arga's sound restrained with his eyes still closed. Alya was surprised and again had to hold his breath when he saw Arga's hand moving around his waist and next to the man's leg rising up against his thigh.

“Sayang?” call Alya, trying to lower Arga's leg from her thigh, but only managed to shift it down a little. “If over time like this, my legs can be cramped.” Persuade Alya gently, asking Arga to move her legs.

Alya breathed a sigh of relief. Either he woke up or was pretending to be asleep again, but Arga understood the meaning of Alya's words and immediately distanced his legs. He also released his arms around Alya's waist and is now lying on his back with one hand on his head and the other infiltrating under his pillow.

Alya chuckled, anxious to see her behavior. Last night was the first night they slept together after expressing each other's heart feelings. Alya's feelings of love also grow and develop, the happiness that is now being felt.

Remembering the incident last night, Alya's cheeks blushed. Although they did not do that, Arga still did not want to let go. His body melted as soon as Arga grabbed him and showered him with friendly but demanding kisses, the desire to get the same reply from Alya.

Warming up Arga said before going to the core. But when Arga started to act further and wanted more, Alya's body stiffened instantly. Arga had to be patient and resist his desires, even though his head was throbbing pain.

Alya had no idea what had happened to her husband's body. While muttering the word ‘first experience of’ which is the reason for Alya, enough to make Arga understand the tension that his wife is feeling. He tried to go back to sleep, baby he didn't do it.

Until the morning, he again had to hold back to find Alya woke up and touched his chest. If the woman knew that she had not slept since last night, how dare Alya touch her like now.

All right, enough is enough. Arga could not hold it anymore while the core of his body began to rebel. He opened his eyes slightly, and faintly smiled seeing Alya stretch by moving both hands up. The woman turned her head quickly as she felt a strong arm blocking and locking her body movements.

Putting on a half-sleepy style, Arga opened her eyes and smilingly looked at Alya. “I will continue to be patient waiting until you want to do it with me.”

Alya was wide-eyed and woke up quickly, the man apparently heard all of his words and had been awake since. Arga even just stood still and let his hand pass and down every line of his handsome face.

“Ish! Why pretend to sleep, anyway. I will be embarrassed,” Alya sulks with a face down in shame, because it was caught admiring the face of Arga who thought she was still sleeping.

Arga chuckled, along to wake up and enforce his body with the position facing each other. “Not to be ashamed of that, I'm your husband. Didn't you say last night that everything in my body was yours?” Arga reminded me again.

Still timid, Alya reached out to touch Arga's head. “I love to see this thick wavy hair, feel comfortable to the touch.”

“You may touch as you please, for I am yours.” Arga grabs Alya's hand and kisses her affectionately. “Stay here with me,” whispered Arga who was clearly heard in Alya's ears.

For a moment, Alya froze. His breathing choked, Arga's hand now held his chin and the man looked at him fixedly.

“I need to wake up now. Did you forget, today I'm going to go visit my mother.” Alya came down from the bed. But the movement of Arga's hand that pulled his arm, was much faster.

The cup! Just a glance at the lips touched her lips, but enough to make Alya's chest rippled and her heartbeat returned irregular. He fell down and lay back on the bed, and the man was on it with dark eyes filled with a mist of passion.

“If it wasn't last night, we tried this morning, baby. Slow down,” pinta Arga with pleading tone.

Alya swallowed her saliva, not knowing what to answer. She still felt tense and afraid, but if she had to refuse again would certainly make her husband disappointed after last night his desire was not fulfilled.

Alya's heart pounded as Arga lowered her body and anchored her lips on her soft lips, while Arga's fingers crept down unbuttoned Alya's clothes one after another. A single smile rose on Arga's lips as her hands felt the softness of Alya's skin without being blocked by the lining clothes again.

Alya's breath was wheezing, her body trembling suddenly. Arga could feel that as Alya's warm hand held onto her shoulder, and the eye gnashed at her. But Arga was no longer able to prevent himself, he lowered his head and touched Alya's lips again. “I won't hurt you, baby. Believe it."

Arga's calm voice and the softness of his attitude gradually eased Alya's tension. The man led her slowly, feeling what she had never felt before and led her to a beautiful place she had never been before.

“You are all mine, today and forever.” Arga kissed her strong. As the pain ambushed her, Alya bit her lip and Arga again coaxed and calmed her down with her soft cradling touch.

Tears poured down her cheeks, and Arga kissed her softly. Various feelings mingled within Alya, as Arga laid down her body again beside her and hugged her tightly. “Thank you, baby. You made me a man and a whole husband.”

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