Reyhan, My husband
Can I Be Greedy?

Flipping through her novel, Nayla chews on a freshly bought snack of balado-flavored potato chips on a college bag. A month has passed since Nina and Satya's wedding day, everything is going normally including her relationship with Reyhan which is getting better and better. Even with Satya who is still occasionally Nayla met in the campus. In contrast to Nina, her best friend prefers to postpone her college first and focus more on taking care of her pregnancy. Nayla Tasa Nina chose the right choice.

"I miss Nina..." The soft voice of the beautiful girl beside him broke Nayla's mind. The novel he read again. But, what Sari felt, in fact was also felt by Nayla.

"I'm Sar too..." Replied Nayla who also missed the three of them togetherness. "Well, sometime we play three"

Sari breathed a tired sigh. "Even if you can, it will not be the same as Nay.", Sari put the potato chips into her mouth before continuing to speak.

"Nina is pregnant young.had to be extra careful..."

Nayla only mangosteen-beard justifies. After all, if she was in Nina's position that she was pregnant with Reyhan's child, she would also be careful to maintain her womb.

"You're pregnant. You're going to miss college, too, Nay?"

Nayla scrunched her forehead. What to answer? Even Nayla has not thought about pregnancy issues. And in fact, until now Nayla is not pregnant either.

"I don't know Sar..."

Answer's short. Either something to be grateful for is that Nayla is not ready, or there is something to worry about with her health problems. The point is Nayla just wants to enjoy the beginning of her marriage happily. Without messing around with anxieties that are not necessarily true.

If God had believed it later, Nayla was sure, God would have left the little angel at the right time. Not coming too soon, nor coming too late. At least, whenever God would leave her, Nayla would still thank her.

The atmosphere was temporarily arid, leaving only the sound of chips being torn apart by the teeth of the two girls.

Poor potato chips.

While Nayla and Sari continued their activities in the world of novels that they each read.

"Can you join...?"

The familiar male voice distinctive to his tone averted Nayla and Sari's gaze from her novel. He is not alone, there is Satya and Andi beside him.

Nayla smiled. "Could sit down" The answer came out smoothly from his mouth. And immediately made the three men pull the chair and landed their respective buttocks there.

The atmosphere is still the same as before. Even the familiarity between them did not change even though the level dropped by one level. That's because Nina's not there. And again, there is a relationship Nayla and Satya are no longer the same.

But there is still a little more striking difference, if Satya always chose a seat next to Nayla, this time not. He chose a place a bit far away, but still in the same table. Fifty.

Despite that, often Nayla pergoki Satya looked at him in a gaze that Nayla could not understand.

"Satya, how's Nina doing..?"

Sari asked starting a conversation between them. The right question corresponds to the state of the hearts of the two girls who are missing Nina.

Satya glanced at Nayla, briefly seeing them meet before Satya answered her. "Well, that's right,"

Fearingly answered. "When you play in the apartment.the door is wide open for you, he must also be very cool.."

Satya's answer creates its own relief in Nayla's heart. Maybe the love that Nayla used to keep only for the man is now gone. Yes, it is a possibility that the true percentage is very large.

Now Nayla knew, the anxiety of their wedding day was not because Nayla had not let Satya go, but was it right that they all entrusted Nina to the man? Or, helping Nina consummate the marriage was the wrong decision?

Nayla is just not sure, Nina is in the arms of the right person.

"Just in good care of her Nina, the content too..." This time Nayla chimed in.

"Nina's precious to us. Isn't Sar?"

"He uh. " Answer Sari confirmed while nodding her head.

Nayla again took a sip of guava juice in front of her. And again, he caught Satya staring at him with a difficult look Nayla articulated.

"Why are you quiet.?" Ask Sari again, shifting the topic. Really, it greatly benefited Nayla from the awkwardness Satya created.

Just contact her question with a confused look from Andi. "What should I say?"

Sari chuckles. "Aren't you usually funny?" His ledek with his hand still held the novel.

"Anak... Joan's the one who usually jokes.."

Instantly all laughed amid the grunts that came out seamlessly from Joan's mouth.

"Oh yeah, I'm me again..."

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There is nothing wrong, even if love thrives and develops well, all will be in vain if God does not predestine to be together. That was also true for the demon lord and angel queen. Even if in the real world they are in different color dimensions, they can still unite if the hand lines have written it like that.

Nayla cut off her daydream, smiling sweetly as she found her burly hand clutching her body in a warm embrace. Friction of the skin that meets the skin without being blocked by a thread even adds warmth to the more felt under the blanket.

"Rey..."

"Hem" Still answered the soft voice even though his eyes were still closed. The voice that Reyhan always missed.

"Can I be greedy?"

Nayla moved her body. Looking for a more comfortable position so that his hands can reach a head that is sniffing his neck from behind. "Have you. I want to have you alone. Without having to share"

Reyhan tightened his embrace. "Why not?" Enjoying the touch of a hand on his head that evokes a little more of his passion.

"Nay, I'm yours indeed.I don't want to be owned other than you"

"But I don't trust Rey"

I'm with my bad past and you with all your good things, do I deserve it?

"You deserve..." Reyhan replied behind his back as if he could hear Nayla's inner voice. "Shall I show you the evidence?"

"A-pa?"

Reyhan changed Nayla's position to recumbent, then he crawled up on her with one hand locking his wife's hand over her head. Then, a grinning smile gazed into the girl's eyes until the netra they met.

"What do you want?" Nayla's eyeballs were rounded and her breathing was blocked. Reyhan's gaze with this sharp makes it dead fleas. Even if the next thing they do often. Especially with this position.

"You want to show proof, if only Nayla deserves it"

In the next instant, Reyhan's lips met Nayla's. Reyhan kissed her gently and passionately.

As if not resisting, Nayla opened her mouth slightly. Make it easier for the boneless object to dart in obscuring the entire oral cavity Nayla. After before Reyhan bit his lower lip.

His hand released Nayla's hand after it felt safe that the girl would not rebel. Then down rubbed Nayla's neck. Reyhan really made his wife forget how to breathe well. And Nayla felt so dizzy that she enjoyed a gentle touch of it, before Reyhan stopped her kiss.

"Rey"

Stared sharply and this close makes Nayla feel the breath of her husband who was cut off just like the breath of his lust. Then suddenly his cheeks warmed up, probably already red blushing.

"I want more, can I?" With a hoarse voice holding back the desire, Reyhan tried to ask permission after a few hours before making the girl in his cage exhausted several times. Although he knew, he had rights over his wife's body.

His wife nodded timidly. Making it many times attacked by the fire of passion that had almost extinguished. A force of its own seeing Nayla meet like that.

Reyhan dropped his lips on Nayla's neck. Making licks that force her girl to look up without being ordered. Enjoying the body scent that Reyhan always longed for in silence.

His hand moved to the blanket that blocked his eyes from two beautiful mounds that were hardening defiantly. As white as cotton and as smooth as silk, Reyhan could not figure out why the mound always fit in his grasp.

Following his instinct in wrestling, he squeezed the mound slowly. Gives a painful but distressing sensation. Winding a small circle of the top of the mound. Make the girl below him squirm his lethargy and groan pleasure.

"Rey"

"I started huh?"

For the umpteenth time, Reyhan's evening sport started in a different way. Nayla's hole always manages to squeeze Reyhan's trunk.

It was still as narrow as the first time Reyhan entered it. And always make Reyhan want again, and again..

The most primitive and famous movement since time immemorial, brought the two of them flying to the peak of nirvana. It pierced the seventh heaven without cue. Release all the seeds with hard relief.

"Nayla's all I want, Reyhan dear Nayla.."

His words shortly after they achieved mutual satisfaction made Nayla's heart rustle in tranquility. Reyhan dropped himself on his neck. Her breath felt warm touching Nayla's skin. With hers that has not been removed from the wife's.

"I feel like, I want it again and again, it's like this Nay"

"But I'm tired." Prevent Nayla by slightly pushing Reyhan's body to the side. Making it once again growl the moment by force, their bodies were detached from the union.

Reyhan tekekeh while returning to his position. He hugged Nayla back from behind, pulling up his own body to reach the top of his head so he could smell the beautiful hair of his wife.

"Thank you Nayla.."

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Hay hay.. happy reading manteman..

Sorry yes, a little first, there are other activities in the real world...

Here, to reduce your kangen feeling the same as Nayla and Reyhan, not a romantic-romantic love just yet... 😘

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