Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
Crazy with You

The knock on the door of the hotel room that seemed to be going to stop, made HansH grumble. With a cursing murmur, he pulled my body closer, adjusted his body around my full and beautiful hips, and again slipped one hand down to caress my chest.

The beat was instantly forgotten when I made one of those sweet little noises. All I know is tickling his desires.

"Stretch your legs, dear," whispered HansH as he opened my leg interval wide. "I'll show you one more position that will make my beautiful wife satisfied." He smiled mischievously then stroked the inside of my thigh.

Ughhhh! I took a deep breath of gasp, I admit I was a little surprised and excited*.

But the wretched knock came again, and this time, a whisper begged to come with it. "Excuse me, sir," said a faint voice from outside the door, which he recognized as Joseph, one of his bodyguards. "There's a delivery from the package courier."

With the village* miserable, HansH swept his fingertips at the curve of my neck. "Darling," whispered HansH into a cauldron of my black hair that I had not been able to comb. "Don't move a inch. I'll be right back. Okay well? Stay in this position."

I nodded, assented, and HansH got off the bed, dressed in haste and came out with the key he had in his pocket. The door was immediately shut behind his wide back.

A few minutes later, HansH returned to his room.

"What's wrong?" I asked subtly when HansH returned to our hotel room. I was still lying on my side, almost on my stomach. Leaning on my elbows and tilting my head, I stared at the door.

However, instead of answering my question, my man's mouth became dry as the blanket slid off my shoulder and displayed ivory-white skin from my exposed chest. Tantalize. Behind a thick blanket, my right hip was puffed up, inviting. HansH looked at me with his eyes burning wildly.

Crossing the room in a slight haste, HansH threw an envelope on a small table at the side of the bed and began to strip off his clothes. "That's nothing" he murmured. "It's not something that can't wait."

Loudly, he slipped between the layers of the bed cover, overlapping my body with his body, pressing my cheek into the softness of the bed. Of course he could feel the indentation of my shoulder blades hard pressing against his chest. Seductively, he insulated his face at the nape of my neck, inhaling the scent of my body into his respiratory senses.

"Switch your legs, dear," he murmured, pressing down on his passion center urgently at my arse. "Yes, just like that, oh, my God!" HansH took a breath, sneaking into the damp, warm passageway. "Just like that. Sssssh.. geez, you're really intoxicating."

Lying on my stomach with the messy hair on my bed, I think this is a real picture of sensual moral decline. Because, in my opinion, there's no way HansH would have known something like this if he hadn't learned it - watching adult videos. But nevermind. After all, he's a grown man.

"Darling?"

"Emm?"

"Hows it? Comfortabley? It doesn't hurt anymore, does it?"

I understand what he meant. And that question made me smile embarrassedly, and then I shook my head. "Comfortable, really," I said, almost whispering. "Wisdom!"

Then, somehow, so easily HansH made me fall asleep.

"Aah!" *he came back to me, quick and hard.

I gasped at the attack. Realizing too late that the attack was too shocking. With one more confirmation, he pushed himself deeper, awakening me under such intense pressure. Again and again, he does it endlessly: caressing, punishing, flirting with desire. I felt my soul separate from my body, the rhythmic HansH movement and constantly pushing me to a level of consciousness, a place within me, that I knew nothing about.

Suddenly...

"ouch!"

The two hands of the man were anchored in the chest, gripping me with his fingers and fists, making me want to wonder* even want to scream.

"Yes God... My HansH...!"'s...!"

But that doesn't mean anything to HansH. He was immersed in his self-conquering struggle, completing this round. And when he could no longer rest with his arm on top of my chest, his hand slid down and clutched with my finger. I realized HansH's eyes were closed, he slightly tilted his head to one side, his jaw tightly clenched as he continued to move inside me. And, beads of sweat formed on his forehead, flowed down his cheeks, and pooled in the hard-boned valley at the bottom of his neck.

Really, he tormented me in pleasure. I was washed away feeling it in me, even himself, as well as being washed away with me, rejoicing in the moist throbbing that *suck it, and. yeah, minute by minute it passed, the more sweat poured down the skin, and, but the tough guy kept pushing me, beyond need and pain, toward the release I knew was coming.

"Ssssssh... ugh! Good Lord! Sjsssh... eummm!" he said* unstoppable. "You're driving me crazy, Alisah," he said among the unsteady roars of breath.

He fell completely on top of me, forcing my shoulders into the bed, violently pushing himself so many times that I could do nothing but whisper his name.

"Oh, honey," HansH said, "fatigue, hoarse voice. But it's not finished yet. His teeth were wrapped in my hair as he bit my neck again. His hips jolted at my body twice more, making the head of the bed crackle against the wall. He gripped me tighter, dragged me to himself, shuddered, pushed, pulsed inside me until he was drained. Unsniffled.

For a long time, HansH hugged me, clumsy in his gait. His hard, unyielding jaw, falling on my forehead, damp with sweat. In the end, *affirmation, groaning, more precisely - escaped his lips, and his shoulders trembled one last time.

Slowly, HansH rolled to one side, taking me with him, in peace. Resting yourself from overwhelming fatigue.

Well, with love, HansH has spouted his seeds in my womb, which makes me wish for a moment. Yeah, really hoping....

I want to have the fruit of love with her soon.