Hot Duda: Love For Rangga Season 2
My Future

Slowly, I opened my mouth, pressed another hot kiss onto his shoulder, then onto his neck and moved to his lips. Our lips stuck together as I guided her towards the bed. Nearby, I attached my body lower, forcing it to bend its body backwards. "I love you" I whispered with a breath blowing fine hair around her earlobe. I could feel that he was lost with the hot hasra* as my lips slid over his lips, biting, feeling, and enjoying it very gently. Our tongues were sweeping wildly at each other. And somehow, that beautiful body of butterflies was already lying under my cage. She smiles.

I uncontrollably, slid back deeper - figuratively and real - - slipping in, covering her mouth with my mouth, inhaling the fragrance of soap and lavender into her lungs. My fingers clenched into her hair while one other hand slipped into the soft indentation of her back, pulling her body into my body until her chest was full of pressure on my chest.

"Don't torture me for too long" he whispered. "I want you." With his mouth open he stuck to my neck, then his sweet lips traced the edge of my shirt collar, inhaling the exotic fragrance of sandalwood mixed with the faint smell of the typical male body on my skin, it was as if he had just realized that the smell of a man's body could be so seductive. "Sweet heaven, I want it now, please...."

Well, I let his hands explore my body in amazement, sneaking behind my open shirt and tracing my back, as a result I shuddered under his touch. Pure sensua* energy was flowing in me. Into me. I lifted my hand and took off her clothes.

The body I missed. So perfect.

"I beg you," the Saint whispered.

With my touch, Suci trembled, her eyes closed tightly. Subconsciously, I raised my hand and rubbed the back of my hand against her delicate cheek. And slowly, so slowly, I lowered my head towards her.

If the kiss felt like fire, this kiss felt like a melt of lava. I was only slightly aware when he started pulling out the belt from my pants, removing the hook and lowering my ritslet with his fingers.

"Don't torture me any longer." he managed to mutter around my hot neck.

I nodded, then slightly shifted and freed my legs from the pants that had already dropped to the knees, throwing them to the side without direction. Later then...

I'm in.

With a stifled groan, I closed my eyes and deeply felt Holy, recalling the several long weeks of resisting hasra* - - hot and obsessive dreams that at this moment can be channeled until We are both breathless.

"Thank you, honey," I said after our breath was equally stable.

"Em, no need to thank. I'm your wife. It is my duty to serve you."

"Em, I know." Then I cleared a little. "Say, by the way, I said, yes, that I was unsatisfactory."

Sacred chuckling. "What the hell, Mas? Less satisfying what? You're terrific. You. satisfy."

I nodded, and felt his honesty.

"Listen to me" he said, looking into my eyes, "you are the best. Whatever, until whenever, and however, I will always be here, by your side. With you until you get old, until you die. Because I'm your future, not your past. And I will always love you. Don't be afraid, yes, I'm not a traitor. I will always love you forever and ever. I'm yours forever."