Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
Super Silly

The next morning, I opened my eyes, glanced at the clock, and nodded slowly. Seven o'clock. I woke up again. Then, remembering that I was not alone in the room, and realizing that I was lying without a single piece of clothing wrapped around my body, I pulled the blanket up to my chin and glanced at the bed beside me.

The bed was empty.

Is HansH out, or in the bathroom?

Sighing* relieved, I tried to sit up straight, clutching the blanket on the chest. It still feels a bit painful in my female organs, and the thighs feel a little stiff, I also lower my legs to the floor.

"My HansH?" I tilted my head to one side, listening. "My HansH, are you inside?"

When there was no answer, I got out of bed, grabbed the new nightclothes and my dress, then, not wanting to be caught in plain shape just in case HansH came back, I rushed to the bathroom and locked the door.

Geez, I watched my reflection in the mirror. So many red traces adorned the nape of my neck. This many? When did he do it? When I'm asleep?

Hmm. I shake my head in astonishment. I never thought that the figure of HansH that I love so much was so savage at the time of making love.

Well, when I came out thirty minutes later, I still hadn't seen HansH. While wondering where my husband went, I glanced at the table. We had a nice breakfast: orange juice, coffee, banana milk, sandwiches, and strawberry pie, along with a letter.

There's a sweet surprise for you under the blanket. I love you, darling.

Ugh... What is it? I can't wait to get to bed and open the blanket....

"Clearly... ignorant...!" my peek.

The red stain on the white sheet, my virgin blood, was decorated with rose petals in the form of a love symbol around it. Who else would have done it if not HansH himself? So jahil he.

"Where are you?" I shouted as I walked to the door, then found HansH giggling out there. "It's so annoying, anyway...!"

I frowned, the shame of the bloodstains on the sheets did not stop in my heart because of the super ridiculous HansH behavior. Muffling her laughter, she stepped in, took off her shirt and hugged me. "Well, I'm sorry. I couldn't help but idle as soon as I saw her earlier. I know your voice must have been shrill the moment I saw me decorate it."

"Not funny!"

Smirking, HansH swiped his nose on my nose. "No problem. If you don't want something funny, how about.... something fun, maybe? Hmm?"

Ah, HansH's tone of voice was light and seductive, but his eyes darkened when his gaze was directed at me. I wet my lips that suddenly felt dry when HansH stroked my skin.

"Please," HansH said. He put his lips on my lips. "I want you." He kissed the tip of my nose. "Repeating intimacy." Her lips dyed the curves of my neck. "Say yes." His hand held my shoulder, pulling me towards him.

Uneasily. I again cringe at the pain I felt last night, and the pain plus stiffness that just left when I woke up earlier. But there wasn't much time for that, in fact HansH had stripped me of all the clothes that were wrapped around me. I came back plain in front of him.

Geez, I gulped with difficulty, unable to speak, unable to think anymore as HansH held me so tightly, as HansH looked at me like that, his eyes filled with fire and passion. Then he lowered his head, kissed me.

Ouch! I leaned on him. Obviously I like this. No way not. The top of my chest felt tingled as it clung to his hard, muscular chest, my heart pounding wildly. Her tongue entered my mouth and I felt my knees weaken, knowing that I would fall to her feet if she did not hold my shoulder.

She smiles. "It doesn't hurt, does it?"

Ahhh. that question. I shook my head, not knowing why. And I blushed. Then HansH's footsteps led me, brought me back to our bridal bed, and made me lie under the large hammock. And a moment later, his pants had already floated to the floor.

"Darling?"

"No," he said, he shook his head with a frown, then grabbed my hand, spit it down.

Argha!

My hands trembled as my fingers felt her stiffening within my grasp, and HansH grew increasingly fervent in realizing my reaction.

"Don't do it, My HansH," I whined. I took my hand off her and spontaneously covered my face with my palm. "Don't laugh at me. I'm ashamed...."

Because of my reaction, HansH got up, sat up straight and pulled me to sit in front of him. And I can only duck.

"Hey, Honey?" HansH lifted my chin.

I forced myself to return his gaze even though I knew my cheeks must be blushing so shamefully. Even my lips are unable to hold, my smile endlessly expands perfectly. This is laughable, husband and wife who incidentally is a pair of newlyweds sitting face to face in an equally innocent state. And even funnier I think, I know I'm ashamed, but I still can't prevent my eyes from glancing there, at him that I felt with the touch of my finger.

HansH laughed at me. "Just look and touch if you're curious" he said, then he pulled my hand, positioned it in the area.

Hye! I couldn't help but laugh, though my hand felt its tension again, but I shook my head. "Come on, don't embarrass me any more."

"Is that? How about now?" HansH touched and then stroked my chest.

I snorted, and now not only was it red, I felt the heat on my face because of HansH's ridiculous behavior that made me blush even more. "It's not funny..," my arc.

In a rapid flash of seconds, HansH closed the distance between us and he lowered his head, buried his face in my chest and I felt myself lost in the warmth of his *feed.

"Oh my God, My HansH.. ouch!"

I'm lying. At that time, HansH became even more crazy. He attacked me right at my core. I laugh*, endlessly squealing because of the savageness of my super silly husband until the raucous after.

Geez, I'm panting, out of breath. "Basic crazy!" my murmur.

"O yeah? I'll show you what's crazier."

Wwwwww...! Seeing the grin on HansH's face made me expect from his follow-up attack, so, my reflexes came down, intending to protect myself from his ignorance. But...

"Oh...!"

My HansH... basic! Like a male cat, the man bit my back while both his hands slipped down, cupping his chest, guerrilla with his strength. I wonder*, I really can't stand it anymore. And. then...

Ughhhh! Clearly I felt, slowly he came in and fused with me. Fulfill my space. Warm, and really delicious.

Geez. I shudder trembling.

"Now say, do you regret marrying me?"

Of course not, I never regretted being his wife, even though she was the silliest man in the world....