Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
Romanticism New Bride

The beautiful wedding room decoration is now perfect. The light is gone. I had turned off the lights on the ceiling of the room before going out to meet Mas Ilham, and on the contrary, the decorative lights hanging on the ceiling of the room were already beautifully lit. The room, which is now dominated by white cloths hanging around the walls and also ornamental flowers at the head of our wedding bed, adds to the romantic and beautiful impression of this bridal night, our first night as a legitimate married couple - one that was halal and loving to each other. And, in addition to adding a romantic impression and beautifying the atmosphere, the decoration also makes the atmosphere feel warm, also sweet. It is perfect for a newlywed couple to get through a dream night with a million impressions and memories. But more important than that is only one: sincerity. Because believe me, your heart will feel nothing but pain if you are not sincere about what you are going to live. And, really, that sincerity is not something you can force.

Tonight, upon our arrival in the room, Mas Ilham dropped me off his car, right beside our wedding bed. While standing before me and looking closely at my eyes, he put his right palm over my head, then closed his eyes. I don't know what, but he seems to be praying. And after opening his eyes, he took my hand and invited me to sit on the edge of the white-clothed bed. While looking back at my eyes deeply, Mas Ilham asked, "Zahra," he said, "do you realize what we're going to do in this room? Are you willing to give yourself completely to me?"

Hmm. Again he wanted to make sure of my feelings.

I put a sincere smile on him and I nodded. "I'm sincere. I love Mas Ilham. By God, there is not the slightest doubt in my heart over our marriage." And I cried. "Please, don't doubt me?"

Mas Ilham shook his head. "It's not like that, Zahra," he said. "Just, someone out there who loved you a long time ago, he's still-"

"I don't love him anymore, Mom."

"Shhh. Listen to me first, will you?"

"Yes." Yeah." I'm nodding.

Ilham wiped my tears, and then he cupped my face. "Listen to me, Zahra," he repeated. "It's important for me to know your sincerity. Because, after this, after I touch you and we are both united, by God, I will never let you go no matter what. Although the sky above is split in two, even if the sky collapses though, forever - you - Salsabila Azzahra bint Muhammad Siddiq, Salsabai, forever you will be my wife and we will only be separated by death. You sure you won't regret anything after this?"

Extension. All this because of that slander. What a jerk it did. Because of him I have to get his gum. Hicks! Sebal! It felt like pulling the collar of Mas Ilham's cocktail and making him fall over me. But I remained patient, rather than making it illfeel towards me. I must be gentle and remain in my character as a woman. Keep calm, Zahra....

But he was a long time ago....

My passion has thrashed, you know...!

"I'm sincere. God willing, there won't be one thing I'll regret. For by Allah, O Lord, I want to be a full field of reward for you. I'm sincere," press me.

Mas Ilham lowered his head, then he exhaled a sigh of relief while nodding. "Alhamdulillah" he said.

Again, I developed a super sweet, sincere smile from my heart. "I'm sincere" I said softly in front of his face, almost whispering. "Take me to His pleasure and seek reward with you. By Allah, I love you, Ilham Akbar Ibn Rahman."

Huh!

Kan.. kan.. I became reckless....

Mas Ilham so blushed because he received an impatient signal from me.

Long anyway....

Still questioning my sincerity. I was 100% sincere and nothing less. Rest assured!

But.. turned out to be reckless and my courage faded also when Mas Ilham began to act.

"Bismilbornrahmaanirrahiim...." He kissed my lips. Just a moment's kiss, she briefly clenched her lips together on my lower lip. Then he looked at me again with a smile.

Oh my God. The red hue on my cheek was back on.

"By the way, your nightgown is beautiful" praised Mas Ilham.

I'm nodding. "Thank you" I said. "This is a gift from my sister-in-law. Lovely Ma'am who loves. I think it suits me, right? I like it."

"Yes, fitting, pretty. You look more graceful in that dress."

I blushed. "Thank you for the compliment."

"Em, equally. But, you must be prettier without anything."

Yes greetings.I giggled.

Sretti....

She started to put my dress down.

"You're mine."

O Lord, his feelings, in my chest, my heart and heart are racing with their beats and detentions. I'm shaking. And I guess, I just bowed embarrassed when Mas Ilham looked at the amazement of the beauty he saw behind the clothes that had been released from my body. Plain without anything.

Then...

Slowly, Mas Ilham laid me down. And it seems he deliberately wants to linger with my passion that began to be provoked. As her black eyes scoured my curves, her hands and fingers stroked and explored every inch she had been halal to touch. While I, my cheek was very hot, my soul was already burning intensely from within because of the gaze of Mas Ilham - - who seemed unable to escape and could no longer blink.

"By Allah, Zahra, in my eyes, you are more beautiful than anything in the world. Really, I adore you so much."

I smile at the smile. Unable to speak anymore, even if just to say the sweet and horrible words of my husband.

"Emm. By the way."

"What?" ask me with my forehead pucker.

"This," he said. Mas Ilham grabbed my hand, and guided him through the buttons for the buttons of his clothes. "Can you please...?"

Hmm. this guy. He makes me who is under the confinement of this large body even more blushing. I swear, under these circumstances, it is very difficult to unbutton the rows because my hands cannot stop shaking. I'm nervous amazing.

"Rileks, Zahra." said Mas Ilham. Her smile continued to expand while her fingers actively caressed my skin.

And. some open top buttons. Masyaallah.the chest of the field is decorated with fine feathers nan dense. My smile almost became a wide grin.

Huh! Finally finished too. Still with my trembling hands, I opened and removed the cocoa shirt from her body. Then, at a glance I saw, the sexy stomach of Mas Ilham like a torn bread sususan that makes me anxious, cold to touch.

"Dead one more" he whispered. "Would you do me a favor?"

And this time I was almost broken. "That please open yourself..," I whine.

"Well, all right," he said. He got up from above me and got out of bed. While looking back at me, Mas Ilham took off his belt, then hooked his pants, zipper, and. lowered his pants without exception.

Then, before lying back on top of me, he turned his head, and it practically made me spontaneously turn my face away from him.

Ckck! Shame, caught watching and looking at his body with desire.

So, when I turned around, he crawled back up on my body and I couldn't see him completely. However, even though I could not see, something that made me tense it had touched my skin when Mas Ilham put the entire weight of his body on me. Something alive and longing.

My God, I was suddenly hot cold to see Mas Ilham smiling mischievously.

"I love you" she whispered. "Ilham came to you, Zahra. I.. want... you."

Dag!

Digs!

Dugm!

And further intimacy began.