You Are My Sunshine
Part 72's
The hero planted his lips deeply, clenching those intoxicating soft lips that bewitched him without pause as if spilling a million flavors. He skillfully began to ignite the sparkle of Dara that had just lit up, as if deliberately throwing fuel into it so that the fire was burning even more.
The tiny body was shed with lips still interlocked. For a moment the Wira paused her kiss, their breaths stinged along with the chest that rose and fell. Dara gasped, her eyes were still closed with a face that began to blush red, and it made Wira want to pounce on him round and round right now.
The woman's hand extended to the main light switch of the room at the head of the bed and turned it off, leaving dim lighting coming from the sleep lights on the right and left sides of the large bed.
The back of her hand gently caressed the side of Dara's face, making the girl even more complacent when she felt the touch of an electric shock that touched the surface of her skin.
The hero went back down and kissed Dara's face gently, starting from the forehead, both eyelids, nose bangirnya, then back to the slightly opened lips and lingered there, there, he increasingly pushed himself who began to burn passion.
Dara was getting lulled, her whole body was squeezing. He felt like he was invited to fly to the awang, accompanied by millions of butterflies who flocked to swarm him when he felt the new things he was now experiencing. Then, his instinct leads to take a sip back at the lips that had previously tasted his lips.
Still with a shy movement, the ripe lips retorted with the same feeling, making Wira smile happily on the sidelines of her pagutan and her passion was getting up creeping with certainty.
He began to push his lips down Dara's neck, affixing the traces of his mesra to scattered, making the girl bite her lips to hold back the moans that wanted to come out of there.
Slowly, the hand of the Wira moved down to release the bond of Dara's bathrobe which had been waving around mocking him, the girl used a bathrobe without any interior because all her clothes were still in the trunk of the car. Dara who has been fully ignited does not even realize that now there is no thread attached to his body.
"Darling, look at me carefully don't turn your face away" he whispered affectionately to Dara's ears with a stifled desire.
Dara tried to dare to look at the handsome face that was right on it. The hero grabs Dara's hand, links her fingers and kisses the back of her hand, then looks back at the beautiful eyes that are in front of her.
"Are you scared?" tanya Gentleman full of proclamation.
"Little," he said slowly accompanied by a thin nod.
"Remember, I am your husband, the man who is worthy of you, your soul and body. The only legitimate man to cherish you and also raise you. Do not be afraid and be my true wife. Don't you trust me?"
"I-I believe...." Somehow Dara answered reflexively and said such words without being told.
Wira's handsome face is adorned with a smile full of affection that cools the heart, makes Dara's fear disappear yawn somewhere. With all her heart the girl put herself in the man who had become her husband and freed the Lady to touch him even more deeply.