Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
Tormented Pleasure

By the time I got back to our room, HansH was already asleep - whether real or pretend, I didn't know. The reason is, this is only the third night we are together as a married couple and without making love first before falling asleep in sleep. But actually I'm not sure that HansH is asleep, because he sleeps curled up on his side and his back. I've never seen him sleep in such a position. He usually sleeps on his back and snores frequently. But I don't want to wake her up, or just make sure. More precisely, I do not want the topic of chatter about the bogeyman back up and make negative thoughts back in circles in my mind, let alone to make it seem as if there is a wall between us. Can't do. So, instead, I slipped into the blanket, stretched her body, kissed her cheek, then slammed into her chest.

Honestly, I admit, before I fell asleep, I wondered to myself: why in the new age of being a newlywed, as if I had already smelled the smells of the problems I would face in this household? And it clearly feels.

Indeed, since the beginning of the relationship between me and HansH has faced many problems, but after all the problems that occur between us always come from outside or caused by others. But now it looks like the conflict I'm about to face is really between me and HansH. And I don't know what the basic reason is. Why do I feel like HansH isn't enthusiastic about talking to me about children? No matter how I tried to think positively, the question still swirled like a disco lamp that plagued my mind. Distract. And you know, I tried so hard not to think about it, but the thought still came to itself like a ghost.

Argha!

Fortunately, I was finally able to sleep.

A few hours later, I was awakened by the sound of Nandini talking on the phone at three in the morning. From the discussion as I walked out of the room to peek at her - more precisely to make sure that my sister-in-law was doing well - I knew that she was talking to Vikram.

"I want to say something" he said on the phone. "After I go home to Birmingham, I want to remarry with your trust. I've decided, I'm ready."

Oh, my heart trembles hearing that. I'm so happy for you, Nandini. At last. May your wish be fulfilled soon. Aami....

Not wanting to disturb the happy blue atmosphere, I closed the door and went back to bed. HansH was sound asleep next to me. Looking down at the man who was already my husband, I raised one hand and brushed off the lashes that fell under his eyelids. Oh my God, he's so handsome. And that's exactly when the silly thoughts in my brain came out to try something crazy. And doing!

Immediately, I opened the gift box that HansH had placed on the table beside our bed, and took out the cat costume from inside.

Back, the question that time stopped in my heart popped into my head. And the answer is the first: HansH laughed amusedly mixed with happiness. That night, before dawn, I immediately changed clothes, took off my nightgown and put on the sundries of the cat costume while HansH woke up just in time, just when the state of the room was dark-gulita and candles aroma therapy had been lit. And once the bathroom door opens...

HansH was surprised to see me standing in front of him in a cat costume and high heels, then he gave a wide grin and in the end giggled. Really, he didn't mean to be deranged, but it was very obvious because of the pleasure.

"How's it?" my many. "To perfect your birthday gift."

"OKAY. Real nice. It's a great surprise. Do I have to wear that costume?"

"No need," I said, leaving my feet behind. "That's enough." I opened the shirt until the burly body was plastered in front of the eyes. "And this." I opened the trousers, lowered them through the legs and left the trousers** black-tightness as the only costume for her. "Now we take a photo to show Neha and Nandini."

Hansh.

"Only the top, my dear. I will not show your sacred parts even to your sister. It won't. Just relax."

Oh, he also complies. And, cekrek! One photo was taken. I put my phone back on the table and I put my foot on the bed.

"Well, it's time we go back to sleep. I'm still sleepy."

"Honey..," HansH protested while I giggled.

"What's wrong? It's still night, right? I'm still sleepy."

"You can't let me wake up alone until morning?"

HansH resigned himself there, standing with a frown while I smiled happily. All right, I turned around, hugged her and kissed her, I opened my mouth in her mouth and gave my tongue to her. HansH's passion rose -- indeed from then on - but is now increasing. I know he's excited.

"I want to make love to you" HansH whispered, growling. Her eyes were tightly closed, her dense eyelashes sweeping across my cheeks as she deepened the cry into a searing intensity. One arm was coiled around my neck and gripped a strand of my hair while the other hand traced my long shoulder*, down to my back and cupped my buttocks. But, then...

Bugs!

Ughhhh! With an impatient, masculine low growl, he pushed me up on the bed in a rough manner until I fell flat on my back to the maximum on the bed which was fortunately very soft. Still with his rough movements, he stripped the cat costume from my body, throwing it in any direction. I found HansH just a little less scary in his so-so-dangerous state*. As soon as all my clothes were taken off, HansH immediately overcame me, locked my body, and whispered, "I will torture you in pleasure for hours. For hours...."

Glegs!

I gulped. "You...?"

He's grinning super wide. "Just follow a curious young soul. And I want to vent it to you."

Oh my....

But I couldn't possibly refuse. So yeah, that's it. Just resigned.

"Ouch...!"

Savage. HansH lowered his head to kiss my chest, searched for my legitimate peak and pulled it into his mouth.

"Mmmmmmm...!"

HansH bit me gently sucking on me until the foreign warmth of passion made me bend my body and squeal at the height of pleasure.

Really, this torture is so beautiful!

Still hanging above me, with one forearm resting on my shoulder and face still cramped on my chest, the other hand slipped down and caressed the curve of my stomach, she said, then I reigned over the silky soft indentation until I clearly felt his thumb touching what felt like the core of my soul. It feels unbearable. So mastered. I gasped faintly and tried to jerk myself away. But it can't. In my chest, HansH growled, the sound of intense pleasure was heard from within his throat. With one hand, he held me back, firmly gripping my shoulder intending to ask me to shut up and let it craze me. Yeah, his thumb swept that amazing place back, made me want to sling* and sob full of enjoyment.

"Oh. oh...." I breathe in the darkness. "Stop, My HansH.. oh!" My heel pressed against the bed, curving strongly in the hand. Seek out. Desiringly.

Suddenly, instead of stopping, he slid down on my body and buried his face in the silken groove, between my legs. Strong and heavy, his hands slipped into the inner thighs, stretching my legs wide. Then, wildly, he plunged his tongue into the moisture.

"Mmmmmmm...!

I'm suffocating stifled. My hips curved over the bed, but HansH's strong arms forced me back down. Right, intentionally and sweetly, he tormented me, fondled me with his wildness.

Ouch!

How can I bear this madness? Really, I am tormented in pleasure....