Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
Better When It Rains
By late afternoon when the feeling of crashing Khaira has begun to disappear, the weather outside there suddenly heavy rain and lightning is quite thunderous.
"It's a good thing we're home, honey. Suddenly it rained. If the rain is so good what is it, baby?" radit answered while pinching Khaira's nose.
"Eat boiled noodles good times huh. Plus eggs and cayenne pepper." replied Khaira while shifting her sitting position. She moved out of her husband's lap and now sits on the bed with her shoulder resting on the headboard.
"Eat boiled noodles? You're so funny, darling." Radit grew increasingly anxious with his grown-up wife but still plain. "There's nothing better to know than eating boiled noodles in the rain like a gini" Radit said as he rolled his eyes.
The man grew increasingly anxious and held back laughter because his wife could not be messed with codes. Radit shifted his position and now he managed to restrain his wife. Khaira's face flushed red from the shame of seeing her husband who was this close to her.
"Mas, what do you want?" tanyanya lirih while her eyes are perfectly patterned to see her husband. "It's still afternoon, Mas. There is a Father and Mother too. Better not." Khaira reminded her husband that it was still afternoon and of course the existence of both at home in-laws must be watched out for can not be as pleasant as his own.
"Mother and Dad go to Bogor, come home tomorrow. Call me dear dong, since so your husband called him Mas continue. 'Mas Radit Darling' try calling me that. Try calling dong Darling." he said right in front of Khaira's face.
Radit brought his face closer, eroding the distance between the two. Getting closer, until only a few millimeters more their lips will stick perfectly. While Khaira was still looking at her handsome husband's face with nervousness and embarrassment. Despite being a wife, Khaira was always ashamed to be this close to her husband.
"If it's this close, blindfolded dear dong." again Radit spoke with his voice that sounded raucous and also hoarse in the ears of Khaira.
Khaira blinked her eyes a few times. The sight that made Radit even more anxious until the man immediately devoured the tiny lips that were underneath. Sucking it alternately up and down. Then grinned his tongue into his wife's sweet and warm mouth.
At first slowly and gently, suddenly the kiss grew hotter until the breath of the two hunted down. Radit's hand had even squeezed the twin objects belonging to his wife that felt so fitting in his grasp. Their breathing hunts and heart beats are both racing.
"Hhh.." one moan came out of Khaira's mouth as her husband's kiss began to descend to her neck and then down to her shoulder blade.
Radit's guerrilla hand movements finally made Khaira have removed the shirt she was wearing, leaving only a pink bra there.
"Yes..." Khaira slightly held her husband's hair tight as her warm lips reached the top of the twin mounds there. It was as if the man quenched his thirst by squeezing, kissing, until the kiss that made the hilltop stiffen. Meanwhile her hand************ her husband's hair, to make it messy, but it makes the man's good looks increased many times.
The rain outside makes the atmosphere more calm to make the two lovebirds dissolve in the atmosphere.
"Can??" tanyanya on the sidelines of hot activities during the rain. The question also received a nod from Khaira.
Rise up, Radit then remove the remaining clothes from the two so as to make both of them equally plain without any thread attached. Slowly, the man approached his wife and laid her body on the slender body of his wife.
Without waiting for a long time, Radit slowly thrust his manhood into the core of his wife's body, and pushed it slowly. Back the man kissed Khaira's lips which had started swelling her lower half, then he began to stomp her hips deepening their union. Moving full of rhythm, Radit grabbed his wife's body, not allowing a glimmer of gap to be created between them.
"Darling.." he called his wife on the sidelines of his hunting breath. The man growled while grinning his head at his wife's neck. His movement accelerated with his release into his wife's womb.
Radit hoped that the seed would be sown in Khaira's womb. Hoping for a cute and stuffy baby to soon inhabit the womb of the wife he loves so much.
"Thank you dear... I love you." he said as he peeked at Khaira's forehead.
"I love you too, my dear Mas Radit.." Khaira's reply made her husband's face look so embarrassed.
"Finally you called me darling too after all this time of our marriage. If only two, you can call me 'Darling' just do not need to use 'Mas'..." The man took a tissue and washed the sweat off his wife's forehead.
His hand stretched out to caress the flat belly of his wife. "Hopefully baby grandpa will be here soon, baby. There's Radit or Khaira junior in here" he said sincerely and seriously.
After Radit lay by Khaira's side, taking his wife into his arms, the tiny, limp body of his wife was helpless. "I love you so much, Khaira... My wife's. May God hear our dream to get a baby soon. I want to be a father" he said while still peeping the top of his wife's head with a happy feeling.
"Yes, may the Lord hear and answer the request of his servant yes" replied Khaira as she looked up at her husband's face.
"So better than boiled noodles when it rains means this Mas?" ask her husband again.
"Hmm, yeah. It's tastier, more steady, more satisfied" he said as he chuckled amusedly.
Khaira scatters her head at the chest of her husband's field. "You really do exist. If asked to pinter mode really."
"The mode is just the same for you, honey." replied Radit. "Sleep first, honey, rest for a while later if you wake up and take a shower. Today until tomorrow we're just two, baby. Father and Mother to Bogor visit brother until tomorrow. So you calm down. We want to stay in the room until tomorrow, no problem."
Khaira slashed her eyeballs. "That's what you want, Mas. I'm ogah."
"Can try to get baby soon. You want the doctor's message first, get the baby there is human effort and ridho from God. How does God want to give pleasure, if we do not try, endeavour. So it's often his efforts dear." he explained with a serious face.
"If you give spiritual siraman pinter really Mas.." sahut Khaira while pinching her husband's waist.
Radit complained of pain due to the pinching of his wife. "Don't pinch-pinch, later if the one down there wakes up again can't protest. It must be responsibility."
Khaira shook her head. "Wouldn't. I'm going to sleep, Mom. I'm so tired of lemes."