The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 12 - Can I?
Come on, it's morning.
Does not Shila know the habits of men in the morning. Zean tried to hide it while biting her lips, not funny if until Syila found out something began to wake up from her sleep when the woman entered the room.
"Well, diligently it turns out .. thank you very much."
"Thank you for what?" zean asked nervously and covered the bottom of his stomach with a palm, eager for him to curse his wife who deliberately approached until the distinctive scent of Syila's body anesthetized Zean's sense of smell.
"This, very neat," praised Syila clapping and as if forgetting who the man before her was, Syila's expanding smile made Zean think that maybe this woman was teasing him.
"Little problem, I'm used to it" Zean said later and made Syila's eyes perfectly round.
"What's? Want to make fun of me again? Not always this kind of thing becomes the duty of the wife, the husband is also legitimate." He was worried about being considered a sissy, really Zean was the most anti-deprecated this and that by anyone.
"Who scoffed, I said thank you .. don't get me wrong, his thoughts are negative." More annoyingly, the woman bit her lip so that Zean could not help but touch her.
Zean who had been half sane had pulled Syila's waist until the two were no longer distant. Syila's chest was stubborn, this kind of sight made her soul ravaged.
"Intentionally teasing me?" asked Zean with a heavy voice, since then he had almost gone crazy.
"Go-tease? Who's flirting, I'm tid_"
As yet Syila said, Zean now threw her on the bed. Just wrapped in a towel, Zean's eyes still did not blink looking at the face of the wife who looked panicked underneath.
"Hehe wants what?" He was being gripped by disaster, he could laugh, Zean thought.
"What do you think? What is the newlyweds' routine?" zean's question began to lead in a right direction, without Zean explaining Syila really understood the meaning of the gaze. Full look of desire, but as if held because of his closed prestige.
It seemed like the wife was testing Zean's patience, the man could no longer hold back until he smeared his lips to stop saying the words that made Zean regret his question.
So gently he did, Zean wasn't an explorer. Only Syila had ever been treated this way, although she had a previous wife Nathalia was reluctant to serve Zean fully.
However, Zean's ability to make women melt clearly need not be doubted. Although Syila had not been able to reply to the small bites and tongue movements that acted there, Zean had no problem at all. The man would not stop as long as he wanted, until he realized his wife's breath was almost gone when Shila pushed his chest.
The woman gasped for breath, she wanted to get angry at the arbitrary Zean. His eyes looked at Zean's annoyance, the man only smiled faintly then rubbed his wife's lips that looked wet with his fingers.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it" he said later because he understood that Syila was upset with him at the moment.
Still in the same position, Syila's towel has sagged and almost shows all over her body. This morning was over already, it seems that Zean deliberately made Syila late. Without a doubt, the man's hand slipped into his towel and rubbed Syila's waist to make the wife bite her lower lip.
"Can?" zean asked softly, he looked at Syila's eyes so fixedly. He asked for permission, even though the woman was his still she did not want to act as she wished.
Realizing that rejecting a husband is a sin, Syila nodded even though she was aware of the risks of clearly having to take a bath again after this. However, his body also wanted that touch so he did not hesitate to accept Zean this morning.
Obtaining official permission from the owner of the body, Zean then showered him with a kiss. His neck and chest were targeted, but the man was still able to think until he left no sign of his possession in a place feared to invite slander for Syila.
"I'm sorry, I'm selfish .. wrong to take a shower first."
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- To Be Continue -