Reyhan, My husband
A Flirtation

It doesn't matter who starts and who ends.

Nayla's neckline still makes Reyhan continue to feel tempted.

The blink of the woman's eyes were so flirtatious, making Reyhan fall asleep. Drifting away into the flow full of charm.

Initially,

it was just a kiss of lips that Nayla gave out briefly yet soulfully. Sucking each other strong and a little naughty, making Reyhan dark eyes on his own wife.

Later,

Reyhan's reply to a small bite on Nayla's neck was unavoidable. Leave red marks in some places. It may take a few days for the red color to fade.

It was really like a decoration that made Reyhan like it so much.

Reyhan likes it. Really like.

Slowly, but surely.

One by one the men touched all parts of Nayla's body. Enjoying the natural fragrance that makes Reyhan like drunk kepayang, forget the land.

"Darling, I love the smell of your body." His breath was stuck on Nayla's stomach.

Reyhan praised Nayla with a raucous voice, after she managed to flip Nayla's body. Locking her hand over her head, and kissing her perfectly clean smooth back, certainly belonged to Nayla.

And don't forget, leave a lot of ownership traces there.

"What kind of bath soap are you wearing?" Whispers watered. Satisfied playing on the back area of the wife, Reyhan back stretched his body half too late*ng owned by Nayla with no less sensation.

(At this time the body is half-delayed*ng, do not know later, hehe)

Making the woman frown when she heard the husband's strange question, "My soap is the same as the one you're wearing. There's just one.." Nayla chuckled in response, as the pregnant woman rolled back her eyes, making Reyhan instantly furious.

For Reyhan, Nayla is a beauty, complete with all her pleasures.

"really?"

Nayla just nodded as though Reyhan saw her, whereas while throwing a question of disbelief just now, the man again launched his action.

Attacking milk-white breasts, with the right size according to Reyhan.

Wait for.

The right size? Uh no. "This is a little bigger than before."

"Break yes?" Nayla.

Not answering, Reyhan instead bit him into a pug, the shoots are pinkish-brown. Truly a matchless favor.

"A, Rey.. " Contactably, Reyhan's bite made Nayla also sigh favorably, vaporizing the taste that Reyhan managed to create on his body when the man again sucked it very strongly. A little pain, but able to make Nayla unconsciously relieve pleasure again.

"Eugh..."

And that made Reyhan like her even more.

The man, like a starving man. He treats Nayla like his food.

But it's true, though,

Reyhan is actually very hungry.

Not his hungry stomach, but his mind. For several days he refrained from touching Nayla, as recommended by the doctor. Even though he wanted it so badly.

Even with the real Nayla, it is the same in terms of her inner hunger.

Reyhan shook his head agitatedly, before the ambiguous sentence escaped just out of his sensual lips in a raucous voice. "I started ya."

"Wait." Nayla smiled mischievously, not going to waste this golden opportunity just like that. He'll try to get what he wants.

"Then, then..." Nayla paused her sentence, deliberately testing the patience of the husband. "You're going to take me to Nina's place?"

Nayla's wiggly fingers, down the chest of her husband's field. You could say an appeal.

Not changing position, Reyhan let out a rough sigh.

Makes Nayla's confidence a little shaky. "I beg you.."

Reyhan's eyes were so deep with pleading gazes. "I'm worried about him."

Although the man felt a little upset, because he felt Nayla was taking advantage of her hunger.

But it doesn't matter. Nayla is his wife.

It would be better for the woman to ask permission by pleading with him, than she would have to go alone without having permission from Reyhan. Even if that sounds impossible. But it could happen, right?

"Alright," answered lazily. "I'm from now on..."

"Wait, Reyhan..."

"What else?" Ah, Nayla really sucks.

Nayla chuckled, as she played her finger rubbing the jawbone of her husband. "Slowly. Don't hurt her." Glancing down, the part of his stomach that instantly made Reyhan understand.

Without answering, Reyhan immediately played the core of the relationship. He moved so slowly, feeling the sensation of Nayla's body tensing up over and over again.

Enjoy every moment with feeling.

Nayla's body was like a beautiful sight that was very beautiful, and was able to pamper Reyhan's eyes. One second the man did not take his eyes off of it.

Let it go, it's halal, right?

Ah, so beautiful when we have someone who can be made "home".

Someone who can be a place, where we can feel comfortable and emotionally attached. Where can we find the warmth of love and love.

Yes, Nayla is home to Reyhan. The man's place came back despite any extent of footsteps taking him away.

Nayla and Reyhan are human.

Just like Reyhan has flaws, of course Nayla may have flaws as well. There is no perfect partner.

But, the perfection of a relationship must be created by both, right?

"I love you, Nayla.."

The expression love escapes just like that along with both of them reaching the arowana sky peak together. Reyhan collapsed, laying down beside Nayla.

Nayla's innocent body fell into an embrace, then held tightly when their bodies, both in a helpless condition.

Sweat drenched Nayla's entire body, as did Reyhan's body. The breath of the two who were decapitated had started to be regular even though it was not yet completely normal.

"You're okay, right?" Ask Reyhan, witty.

which Nayla immediately answered with a nod of the head.

"Your stomach, is anyone sick? Our baby, is she okay too?" Reyhan asked again in a worried tone. Making Nayla review her smile,

Then the woman in his arms looked up. He moved his fingers - his fingers were playing Reyhan's face.

From the forehead, down the temple. Gently stroked Reyhan's cheek, then his index finger stopped right at the man's lips. "Hust, don't worry, honey. She's doing just fine. In fact, it's very comfortable."

Those eyes that adored each other were now staring at each other so deeply, "Let me, enjoy your arms for a moment."

The afternoon atmosphere was pleasant evening. When the sun began to return to the place of the contest, two people who had been bound in the bonds of marriage were apparently also enjoying the needs.

Maybe, it's not just Nayla and Reyhan. There are a lot of people out there who can do the same thing.

"I have to take a shower again.." Reyhan's complaint, to which the wife answered a small ruckus. "How about, take a shower together."

"Don't say it, I don't want to." Reply spontaneously.

"Why?"

"I'm still tired." Sighing her breath long, Nayla put on her cute face. "You take a shower first, after that we have to go down, right, make dinner with the kids?."

"Hem" Reyhan cleared his throat. Before he went to the bathroom, the man had kissed Nayla's face everywhere. It starts from a kiss on the forehead, descends into both eyes in turn, continues into the nose.

Then, on the right cheek, then on the left cheek. And, finally, a long stop on Nayla's lips.

Satisfied with kissing, Reyhan immediately got up, then whispered a word that made Nayla laugh amusedly.

"I ate my appetizer just now."

"Haha, yassalam, Reyhaan..."