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

How are you, Zahra?

Ah, I'm fine, all right. Don't think too crazy. My husband is pretty crazy. Y'all don't. Okay well?

Yep, we haven't made love like the mentally ill. Mas Ilham kept his promise not to make me tired this afternoon. He said he would keep his promise tonight. His promise to make love like a mentally ill man.

Hmm... You crazy, huh, him? He scares me but waits, or waits in horror? Yeah, that's how it goes. Horrified, but I kept waiting and looking forward to the time.

That afternoon we just made love with a relaxed rhythm. He didn't even want to take the bra off my body because we weren't in a closed room. Although it was covered in a high fence, but still, it was open space without a roof. And I had to ask when he told me that it was enough of the interior of the triangle that he let it float in the pool. He didn't want to make my upper body completely plain.

"So, why did you take off my dress?"

"It's okay" he said.

"Explain dong, Mas..," I asked.

"I just don't want to limit your world, honey," she said. "At least, this is better than having to bikini at the beach. Although here there are also invisible creatures that see your body, what is important is not another man. I'm the only man of the human race who can see the beauty of my wife's body."

The cup! He kissed the top of my shoulder warmly. Romantically.

I'm nodding. "I understand" I said. "Thank you for your understanding that does not oblige me to always close the aurat twenty-four hours."

"Mmm-hmm.where may also be twenty-four hours. One hour I can't stand to make you back plain."

Noah....

"And by the way...."

"What?"

"I'm already on fire" he whispered, then he grabbed my hand and put it on his boxer waist. "Do your job, honey."

Eh?

I'm snapping. "What task, anyway, Mas?" I'm a plain pretender.

"Do I need to explain? Hm? I guess romance lovers like you already understand without having to explain, right? Do it now, Zahra."

Ih, gelii....

My fingers suddenly lost their ability to move. With great difficulty while holding a smile, my trembling fingers lowered the gray boxer from both feet of Mas Ilham. And, auw....

Something lively, longing, and passionate made me shudder. He's on fire.

"Here you go" I said, lowering my gaze. My body was still shaken holding back the laughter. Really, yes, Mas Ilham's silly request made me chuckle.

Then, having not lost my gel, Mas Ilham again grabbed my hand, touched it there, into the water. Geez...tight, say!

"I am ready. How about you?"

I nodded in shame. "Me too, please. come to me."

Oh, Mas Ilham, one of his burly hands raised my right leg, and he immediately slipped in. "Feel me," he whispered. "This love's desire is kindled only because of you, Zahra."

Zzzz...! It was like an electric shock was electrocuting me from inside because of the whisper of love Mas Ilham was so affectionate. And the manhood of Mas Ilham who was slowly entering, immersed perfectly in my warmth, which I could not deny -- was so clearly felt.

Then, he immediately raised my left leg, up to my two feet, and my two hands, tightly coiled around his waist and neck. With both of his sturdy arms holding my thighs, Mas Ilham led me over to the edge of the pool, pinned me against the wall, and he began this love scene with a relaxed rhythm.

"I won't make you tired" he said, "for, noon, this."

Eh?

"Emm.. that is? For the day?"

"Mmm-hmm. I'll keep my extra energy for tonight."

"Later tonight?" i'm gasped. "I mean... later tonight... again?"

"Yeah, I'm sure we won't be able to sleep well before making love. Like a mentally ill man, Zahra. Like, people, sick, soul. And crazier than we did last night."

"Don't think about it, it's tonight's business. Now, just enjoy the moment. Okay well? So, please feel me."

Uhh!

Oh my....

Edan! Edan! Edan! Mas Ilham stopped his rhythm and movement, and, he pressed me deeply. His whole being - full inside me.

"I met the Imam" he said suddenly, still while stressing himself to me, with all his strength.

I'm practically shocked. How did he suddenly make that sentence? At a time like this, anyway?

"Meet...? Keep going. There's. I mean...."

"We met at the police station."

"Ep. Then...?"

"He wants to take you away from me."

"Oh, I. I know."

"But he'll never be able to do that, Zahra. Because you're mine. Forever."

I'm nodding. The seriousness of the way Mas Ilham spoke horrified me. Frighteningly. I also cleared my throat. "I'm yours. Forever. Emm... but... Is there anything else he said?"

"Em." Mas Ilham nodded.

"What?" manyu timid.

"He asked me not to touch you. Let your virginity go, and never force you to fulfill your duty as a wife."

Instantly, Mas Ilham shook his head and his face turned silly, he chuckled.

"The man thinks you should get married. And she wishes you were a virgin. He expects your crown to be sacred." Then Mas Ilham whispered, "I cannot tell him this truth, Zahra. The truth that," - he lowered his head for a moment, loosened himself, then pressed me back strongly - "you are all mine. Everything was. Your whole being without exception. In fact, let alone virginity, your heart, I already have. Yeah, right, Zahra?"

Again, I nodded. "really. There will be no gap for the past, or for anyone else. It's just you."

"Yes, after all, my wife's honor doesn't deserve to be discussed with another man. I'm just surprised, the man lightly talked about a woman's virginity."

Mash Ilham was right. Conscious or not, the man loved to strip away my pride as a woman. Whatever the purpose, he shouldn't have offended my husband. As if, all she expected from me was my virginity.

For a moment, I bowed. "I don't know what to say to respond to this," I said ashamed of Mas Imam's words. "But clearly I am grateful, I give my chastity to the right person. To the husband I love."

"Yep" said Mas Ilham. "A man is mature and mighty, as you've dreamed so far," he added.

Isha! Very confident... Ilham chuckled again.

"But not wrong, anyway. It fits in anyway."

"What, Mas?"

"Everything. Your sexy body, your dandy, and your dense body shape. Everything fits. Fit and match for me. Try if you get a gouge, I won't have the heart to hit you. I can crush you if I hit you. Nothing went to the hospital. Broken bones."

Huh!

Mas Ilham made me, also himself laugh and almost ngakak.

Of course, the time yes skinny women must be faced with a burly man? Mending's the opposite, isn't it? Fat woman and her thin man, or equally thin. Be balanced and do not look like persecution. Fear ringsek.

"What, anyway...? How are our conversations going anywhere?"

Mas Ilham smiled mischievously, then he whispered, "You want to fight faster, dear? If I had to, I wouldn't mind using my power now."

Ew...! It'll be night, Mom!