Reyhan, My husband
Tasks From Office

Sometimes love cannot create marriage. However, it is a conscious and planned marriage that is able to arouse love. If the marriage is unhappy, most likely the cause is not only because of lack of love, it can also be caused by a lack of friendship between husband and wife.

Long pecking with her blushing red cheeks in front of the closet, Nayla realized when the splashing sound of water from inside the bathroom began to be heard no more. She hurried to get her husband a change of clothes. Before with a quick step a thousand shadows dashed onto the bed.

He covers his legs to the knee limit, while his head is leaning on the bed head board. Stylish as if busy and focused with the phone in his hand.

Not long after, the bathroom door opened.

"So, you're really waiting for me?" Smile and start flirting again.

Nayla narrowed her eyes. Looking cynically at her husband. "Start down.."

Instead of being afraid, Reyhan actually laughed loudly while walking to pick up the clothes that Nayla had prepared. Makes Nayla want to bite him hard.

Until the man returns, and positions himself beside his wife.

"Nai..."

"Yes..." Answer briefly without looking.

"Next week, I have an assignment from office to Hong Kong country."

The girl was a little surprised. He put down his cell phone and began to look at the husband, who had been staring at him with a smile since Reyhan himself.

"Where?" Make sure his hearing is still functioning properly.

"Country of Hong Kong."

Apparently still. His ears were still one hundred percent normal.

"No longer?"

"Four to five days..." Could also be more. Depends on the condition.

There was a feeling of unwillingness in Nayla's heart when she had to be away from her husband. Until now, make his lips pursed do not like.

"That means you didn't come home?" What if I miss?

"Yes, his name is also work.."

"Who's the guy?" Don't tell me to go with a girl.

"Asusan I, his name is Pak Bima."

"Some, why should you? He said your position isn't important?"

Sewot. It is increasingly clear that the woman does not want to be abandoned for a long time.

Reyhan smiled. "I don't know either. I was shocked myself."

"Ih.." Nayla. He bent his face with increasingly pursed lips.

Afraid? No. gabe.

Reyhan was not at all afraid that the woman in front of him was angry. Instead, the man really enjoyed Nayla's face that snatched away like that. Anxious.

"Why is your face bent like that?" He refrained from laughing.

"I don't like it..."

And finally, Reyhan's self-defense was broken. The man laughed loudly. He laughed at the face of his wife who was angry, mixed with worry and unwillingness.

Reyhan's laughter that seemed so satisfied made Nayla annoyed, and suspicious at the same time.

"Why laugh? You lied to me, right?"

"No.." His answer was laughing.

"Why laugh like that, Rey? You're scary. You seem to be very satisfied, are you laughing at me..? I don't like sleeping alone. I don't want to be left for long. Where is far away again. Can't the person be replaced?"

"Ehm, you want to come?"

Uh, what? Seriously?

Nayla tight-lipped. Again, he didn't hear wrong, did he? Reyhan. Did ya?

"Would you like to come?"

Suddenly, his face began to soften. The girl no longer pursed her lips like that. And now, his eyes were staring back at Reyhan full of twinkle.

"Can you?"

Reyhan nodded. He made a smile on his wife's face.

Nayla, this has made me want to protect you again and again.

"When I go, how do I go to college?"

"Why indeed?" No need to go to college, either.

"Sir Hasan will definitely be more sensitive as I am later. Your friend is....." Stiff, clumsy, and annoying. Nayla lyrics her husband, with no intention of continuing her speech.

"Let me speak..."

"really?"

"Yes..."

Now what Reyhan saw was, Nayla's face with her cheerful smile. It was clear to his face that he was happy. Happy is amazing.

"All right, we're on our honeymoon. It's already starting to enter winter."

Honeymoon?

Wow, just imagining it has made Nayla's heart cry out in excitement. She approached her body, and suddenly the girl hugged her husband tightly.

"Thank you,.."

Reyhan smiled with a smile. "Thank you right..."

Yea? "What?"

Nayla broke her embrace, slightly raised her face so that her eyes could reach her husband's face. "How?"

Reyhan countered by lowering his face. Until his lips reached Nayla's forehead. He kissed her there. Switch to the left cheek. Then, kiss her on the right cheek too. And finally, he stopped in Nayla's right ear to whisper something.

"Serve me tonight.."

Oh, Nayla's heart is suddenly pumping blood fast. Feels thumping.

Cute lips. Wanting to refute but his heart accepted kindly.

"But-but...."

Her mouth was silent, as Reyhan's lips landed to kiss her lips. "Rey.. that's..."

"A-pa?" he answered their kisses.

"Ma-wrong, my stomach....bagamima-na?"

The man pushes Nayla's body backward abruptly, until the girl falls helplessly on her back, without a fight. And coupled with his expression that glared in surprise while rounding his eyes, making something in Reyhan suddenly more violent. Wanting to feel, Reyhan swallowed his beautiful wife, right now.

Uh don't ! What is Reyhan.

Reyhan crawled up, positioning himself on top of Nayla's body. He squeezed both hands of Nayla who was on the side of his ears, then he knitted his fingers to hold her there. And his legs shut Nayla's thighs possessively.

"It's none of your business, baby, it's your job to just take the vitamins regularly." He replied in a hoarse voice restraining the passion. Staring intensely at Nayla's beautiful eyes.

The man dropped his face to the neck of Nayla's level, which made the girl, inevitably having to raise her face.

Reyhan sniffed his wife's neckline, savoring every scented scent of the body that had made her opiate.

Uh, Nayla.. My wife

The black-blossomed woman let out a delicious sigh. Feeling the touch of the tongue wet his neck, down to penetrate the boundary of the buffer cloth of his two twin hills.

"Do you like it, baby?"

"Like"

Uh,

stupid ! What kind of answer is that?

Nayla was hypnotized as she felt a warm breath in her chest. So subconsciously, his mouth that biad*b replied as if without shame.

Reyhan grinned widely. Slowly, he slid his hand behind Nayla's shirt through the top collar hole. Find the most comfortable place to play.

"You won't be able to run away from me..."

Yeah, one of his creative hands is starting to play his part. Creating new sensations that continue to spread to every nerve of Nayla's body.

Meanwhile, his mouth stopped working. He was silent, because all Reyhan wanted right now was to enjoy the look on Nayla's face underneath.

The girl closed her eyes tightly. Sometimes his lips curl, then he breathes out. As Reyhan moved his hand more violently, the girl bit her own lower lip. It was obvious that his facial expression was holding something back, which could not be described with words.

As Nayla was escaping from the sensation she was giving, Reyhan suddenly stopped moving his hand. And suddenly, the eyes that had been closed, were now wide open with gasping breaths. A strong lustre of passion, Reyhan saw clearly in the eyes of his wife.

No. gabe.

Reyhan couldn't hold it for longer. Moreover, those eyes full of desire were now looking at his eyes with pleading gazes. The same desire is strong in Reyhan, he must finish immediately.

He took off all Nayla's clothes. One by one. Until her beautiful body, plastered real in front of the eyes. Without anything blocking it.

Oh, the perfect Nayla.

While kissing greedily all parts of his wife's body, Reyhan took off his own clothes. Throw it away carelessly, scattered on the floor.

"I'm starting, baby..."

Nayla nodded. He valve-kan his lips firmly accept something that forces in on the sensitive part.

Two people who are being driven by passion are the same as looking up as their unification process goes on. Moved and let go of his stifled voice, together.

"Geez"

Nayla, it feels still and always as amazing as ever.

After that, no more voices were heard, other than the sighs that echoed in the corner of the room.

Both of them are very soluble in their love.

Sharing moans and sharing sweat. Share and share wet. Give each other pleasure and enjoy each other. They groan, and give each other a groan.

Delights.

Undefeated.

Reyhan collapses, after the two reach a joint release.

"Thank you, Nayla."

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