The Value of Loyalty
Touch Me!

“Dad not home?” Linggars.

“Not yet, this is also newly awaited. Another clash like.” Your smile looks sweeter. Maybe the smile of a happy person looks different, right?

"You go upstairs first! Rest."

“Iya, we ride first bun. Want to shower too, sultry.” Now her hand again grabbed Rindi's hand to be led to her room.

Of course with a smile that has not been separated from his bibis. Shadow room with Rindi is able to make himself as if impatient through the night.

No bullies, no need to sneak around in the dark of the night. No need to think of a thousand reasons when caught out of the wife's own room. And there were no more insinuating words that he had to hear at the dinner table.

Tonight should be used as much as possible. Cheering but shame.

“You shower first!” Move over and put his bag on the table.

“Hemm,” Rindi prepares her clothes and toiletries to take to the bathroom. Imagining yourself in the same room as Linggar makes it rotate the brain more tightly.

Keep the image, of course.

To minimize the embarrassment created.

This is not a first for them, but they are not used to each other.

While Linggar tried to divert the awkwardness that had just entered as they climbed the room with his busyness.

He remembers getting an email from Mr. Mirza. A new file that he hasn't worked on. Maybe tonight just stay up a little bit before spending the night with Rindi.

Laptops have been turned on, reports have been displayed on the screen, but the hearing seemed to focus on splashing water from inside the bathroom.

“Pc,” Complaints when getting yourself is impossible to focus on what is in the face.

Rindi's shadow that was enjoying the water all over her body, without anything now flew over her head. Rindi using hot water or cold water?

Was he wrong, letting Rindi shower herself? Is it okay if he goes inside? Just to help Rindi rub her back, surely his wife's hand was unable to reach the whole.

That'sallthatis.

Sure enough?

He was not sure he would be able to hold back. I will ask for more, again and again.

“I've. Sister also shower.” The voice carried his shadow crashing into the abyss.

Close your eyes, catch your breath, hold your hand firmly just to control your taste.

Even the sound of water that stopped he did not see because the mind that had been floating.

“I-iya. I also want to take a shower.” Linggar turned his body to look at Rindi.

It looks fresher and sepsi, although it has been covered in short-sleeved satin pajamas like a person who has been preparing to sleep even though it is not yet night. Rubbing her wet hair because she just shampooed.

Pc, again wanted to protest to his wife.

Why does Rindi wear clothes in the bathroom. The space in the room is much wider.

Don't be ashamed, he has also looked at the innocent body several times.

His steps drew closer to his wife. Hands raised towards the face caressed chubby cheeks, smooth and moist. Her skin felt softer after the shower.

“You smell,” When Linggar kisses Rindi's forehead, and now turns to hair, making her nose cavity full of the scent of shampoo and soap.

The glands in the body are at work. Delivering other flavors throughout the body.

A sense that was always there, every time he came into contact with Rindi. A feeling that can make his heart race faster.

Rindi is too meng0da.

The sultry taste and slightly acidic aroma that is still attached to the body makes it not confident to be offered to the wife.

Rindi has been scented and clean, while herself? It's not fair to Rindi.

Linggar chose to pass leaving Rindi who was lost with just a kiss on the forehead. Can not be denied again, if the girl began to drift with a touch of Linggar.

The fine hair on the arms began to stand up. Now arrived the girl who complained, because Linggar immediately left her just like that.

The crowbar had entered the bathroom with a towel hung over his shoulders.

Bathing. Wear soap, shampoo and brush your teeth to make them fragrant. With a little humming indicates he is happy.

Get out of the bathroom with just a towel around the waist. Intentionally so as not to bother to undress.

It looks like Rindi who is sitting at her study table is ruffling her canvas bag, there may be a task that you want to do. His laptop has shifted more to the edge of the desk.

“Rin,” Linggar pulled Rindi's hand to face her who had been standing right beside the chair.

The woman looked up to see Linggar's face. Mouth slightly opened, getting his gaze now more seductive faith.

Linggar grabbed both hands of Rindi to be looped to her waist, pressing Rindi's face to meet with a plain stomach scented with bath soap.

Emmm scented a soft bath soap as if it filled the olfactory cavity. Awakening something that had fallen asleep.

Rindi turned her head left and right, her nose still touching Linggar's stomach. Create another sensation within yourself. With his head bowed and eyes closed he enjoyed his wife's light touch but was able to wash away.

Moreover, when Rindi gently tipped her stomach skin. Warm gusts from Rindi's breath can increase the ticklish feeling to gair@h the soul.

Here Linggar has been able to judge Rindi's feelings. At least there is love for the woman even if only a little. But never able to say, that's how Rindi. Loving in silence.

Linggar grabbed Rindi's jaw to bring the view together. My eyes adorn the look of each face.

Don't ask them how their heart is.

The whole mess seemed to be no longer hidden. Wishing each other, and hoping for more movement.

The same touch they once felt was re-dreamed.

There was a sense of impatience that slipped into the chest. Linggar was sure, if Rindi had realized that her whole body had now stiffened.

“Rin,” While pulling his arm makes Rindi stand up from her seat.

Now they face each other.

Rindi's hands that were still coiled on Linggar's body made their bodies stick together. Even more clinging as Linggar pressed tightly against Rindi's back.

With one hand that had been behind Rindi's head and also pressed her. Find their lips.

Linggars regress with bodies still attached to each other. Dribbling towards the bed. Rindi had to step forward to follow even with her feet on her toes.

The feet stopped right next to the bed. Linggar dropped down following Rindi who was right on top of him. Lips are no longer stuck together.

With his strength, Linggar justified the position of Rindi which he thought shifted slightly. He wanted Rindi to be right on top of him.

“Rin, touch me!” His ink with eyes that had been foggy since earlier.

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To Be Continued!

May I ask for his support!