Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 3
Suddenly Happy

Because of the moment in the morning I was suddenly extra happy throughout the morning. I imagined how -- I with a stiff fingers stroked my husband's head fondly and asked him to get up. "I want to hug you" I said.

He looked up, looked at me with a smile. "Seriously? The truth is hugging? N-n-"

"No. I'm not going to kick you out. And seriously, I'm gonna hug you. Here."

He straightened his shoulders and supported his knees, so we could hug each other tightly. Sticking to each other strongly. "Thank you, baby," he said.

"Em," I muttered, "sama-sama. I love you so much."

But it's not enough. With a wave of strong emotions in my mind, I loosened my arms, extended my arms and cupped his face. Then...

I kissed her lips -- tasted the sweet taste that still does - and it will always be the same.

"I want us to remarry" I asked.

But Reza shook his head. "I'll remarry you only when our contract is severed. Only in the moment that I-m forced to divorce you."

"But, Mom...."

He shook his head again, and he gently put both hands on my shoulder. "I know you doubt. But I will fight desperately to break all your doubts. What are you worried about haram, I'll show you that it's kosher. And if you file for divorce, then I will fight the judge for you, my wife. You know, remarrying it just shows that I gave up and chose the easy way. I don't want to be like that. You want to see me fight for you again, right? Then this is my way. I'll only stop if knocking on the judge's hammer forces me to stop. I'm gonna fight, honey. Struggling to show-that-that-I never broke our marriage vows. I will not take the shortcut you offer. No. It won't. I assure you, you will see my struggle in defending our household. Even though it reaches the green table. Hold on to my promise."

"Yes, Mas. But...."

The turn, he cupped my face, looked at me for a moment and kissed me. "I know," she whispered softly in the ear. "I know doubt is torturous. And I know I won't be able to convince you with just words. But this," she lowered my ritslet, put her hand down and cupped my chest, "this is not a sin" she said with her guerrilla fingers behind my nightgown. "It's not a sin." He came down, buried his face in my chest and started making out.

"Mas...," I hissed as I felt his vow "Don't...."

Those -- suitable sentences describe my circumstances and turmoil. I would, but I doubt. Enjoy, but not wholeheartedly.

But I'm just quiet. My hands are silent too. In fact, you could say I held him back from staying there -- clinging to me. Until he went up - moved to my neck.

"Eummmm... Mommy...."

Naively. If I really wanted to resist, I couldn't possibly know that I was lying under the influence of his fondling, and he could even oppress me and rule my body freely. In fact, I enjoyed every touch. I realized when Reza's hand came down, she gently brushed my dress, and as the fingers stroked gently from outside the red cloth and then infiltrated - she managed to make my passion light up.

I want. I want to. I want you...

I wanted to shout it, but I was embarrassed that my nerves were actually tightening because Reza was down and between my thighs. He made my thigh area plain in an instant. Then...

He's naughty. Bad lips. Especially tongue. She's...

"Ouw.. uh.. eummm, Mas. I eummm.. ja... jangaaan... you tortured me...."

Argha!

He's stopped. Smiling, she pulled down my dress - closing back what she had wrapped down there, then pulling me up.

"I'm sorry for being rude" he said. "I just want to show you - and convince you that it's halal. And we can really do it when you like. Don't worry, I won't touch you by force. I love you. I love you."

He kissed my forehead, then passed - leaving me in a stifled desire.