Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
Both Are Better
A few minutes passed and Khaira was still in her kitchen with the rain water out there as if it was in tune with the clanking of her spoon as she stirred the hot chocolate inside the ceramic cup. The smell of chocolate immediately came out and tempted his sense of smell.
On a tray, Khaira put two glasses of hot chocolate and a nastar cake that could be a snack for her and her husband. Chatting together with a cup of hot chocolate and cake seems to be the perfect blend to enjoy the night in the rain.
Then Khaira went back up to her room with the tray. As soon as she entered the room, she saw that Arsyila had fallen asleep in her small bed next to their bed. While Radit appears to dim the lights in their rooms, replacing the headlights into dimmer sleep lights.
Slowly, Khaira took her place on the sofa and placed the tray she was carrying on the nightstand. "His arsyila's already booby Mas?" tanyanya slowly.
Radit walked up to his wife and nodded his head. "Have ... you came out, not long after that he was already booted."
The man took a seat next to his wife, while Khaira immediately handed over a cup of hot chocolate to her husband. "Chocolate Mas .. beware, still hot. I made her use boiling water" she said, extending her hand to give her husband a cup of hot chocolate.
"Thank you dear." he said as he received the hot chocolate with his right hand.
Both of them are now both sipping hot chocolate with steam that is still billowing into the air, accompanied by the rain outside seems to make the night feel more martyrdom.
"Enak ya Darling .. is still less than 8 pm and Arsyila is already booby. We can Quality Time like this" he said, playing his finger over the top of his wife's head.
Khaira agreed. "Yes, because from childhood has been accustomed to sleep training, Mas .. and his lifestyle is regular, so Arsyila already has a kind of alarm so that in her body she makes daily activities."
"Because you get used to it too darling ..but it's good, we can date. You can talk about this, watch a movie, snack together, both of you are better darling" he said, glancing one eye.
"Sometimes we also need time together, even need time alone also Mas .. hopefully until the big day Arsyila has a regular lifestyle" said Khaira while back drinking hot chocolate.
Radit for a moment put the chocolate-filled cup he was holding and put it on the nightstand. Then he looked at his wife with a smile, now one hand outstretched touching the corner of his upper lip. "You are this .. Every drink of chocolate must be a mess, dear."
While Khaira just moved her eyeballs and saw how her husband's thumb seemed to clean the remaining chocolate at the corner of her lips.
But now slowly Radit was getting closer to his face, until his breath was able to sweep the side of his wife's face. "If only cleaned with fingers can not be dear." he said with a voice that impressed in.
In a split second, his lips landed perfectly on his wife's pinkish ranum lips. The man seemed to close his eyes and give a kiss that was so soft, followed by a kiss that made Khaira also close her eyes.
Both of them cradle in a kiss that is so soft and warm that the sound of whispering produced by both. The humming crack in the twang of the rain made both of them dissolve in the symphony. Even now the man's hand is trying to hold the nape of his wife to deepen his kiss. Lips and tongues were greeting each other as if the two found the source of a soothing spring of both. However, Radit released the kiss for a moment to inhale as much oxygen to fill his lung cavity.
"The taste is brown." he said while tidying up some hair that was on Khaira's face.
Embolden oneself. Khaira moved a little, she landed her lips on her husband's lips. The woman closed her eyes and greeted the warm lips of her husband. A few seconds passed, it was the man's turn to open his mouth a little and taste the sweetness of lips that are so sweet like cotton candy. Even Radit carried Khaira's hands around his neck.
Both of them again together cradle and channel the feelings of love both. A kiss that will never bore them both. A kiss that will never fail, and a real kiss is just the opening menu.
Reflexively, the woman's hand came down pulling the edge of the shirt her husband was wearing. Pull it up to just wipe the shirt off. Even the tiny hand seemed to touch her husband's chest. But Radit didn't seem to let it go. He carried the tiny hand in front of his face and kissed it slowly with all his heart.
The kiss on the hand also changed when he carried his wife and took her to the bed that became the place of the second dispute. Slowly, his hand moved and took off the pajamas his wife was wearing. Then, the man kissed his wife again, this time with a roaring breath.
His hands guerrilla to and fro, feeling the skin layer of the epidermis so soft. His fingers seemed to want to greet every inch of the delicate skin.
Khaira volunteered to receive the love treatment from her husband. Letting himself drift. No, even he was immersed in such a shahdu game back then. Every kiss, every touch Khaira received with all her heart. Allowing the owner of his crown to kill him.
When the movement of her husband's hand to greet the fragrant peaches made Khaira screech and bite her inner lips. Until both of them both get rid of the clothes attached to their bodies and let the absolute innocence that will accompany them some time ahead.
Ducting the increasingly smoldering surge of love, the man immediately opened his wife's legs and immersed himself in it. It made Khaira hold her breath as the two of them had come together. In such a gentle and rhythmic gesture, the man moved with a glare of eyes that seemed to lock the drops of Eve now beneath him.
Khaira knew, as her husband moved gently on her, any touches and movements they made were not mere intimate relationships. There is a feeling that accompanies to make both of them dissolve in the heavenly strains that so reconcile the soul.
The man sped up his movements by occasionally closing his eyes. Feel the surge of love that is getting stronger and deeper. With Khaira, she surrendered herself completely to her husband. Emasculated in a directional movement that made him drift in waves of passion that increasingly rapidly embraced him.
In a rhythmic movement and wriggle, the two embrace each other. Until the man got deeper and deeper into his jaw when a squeeze of pleasure hit him in there. In the warmth that surrounds it.
Until then both of them can no longer survive. Let the spittle break. Both were smashed to pieces, like fireworks splashing into the air. Produce colorful in the sky. Full of beauty and of course full of meaning.
"I love you, baby... I Love You." said the man, dropping himself on his wife's body.
"I love you too Mas Radit... I love you too." replied Khaira as she closed her eyes and hugged her husband tightly.
Stabilizing the roar of his second breath which seemed to still hunt Radit then slightly raised his own body. He landed another kiss on his wife's forehead. "Thank you dear... Everyday I Love You."
While Khaira is no longer able to return the love from her husband, she only re-encloses the body of the man she has always loved. Channel his love by hugging the husband who always filled his love tank water to the brim even to overflow it.