Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
First Night

A smile broadened and split my face. Through the dim light, I looked at the handsome face of Mas Ilham and stroked him. I raised one hand unsteadily to his face. Slipping my fingertips at the curves of his cheekbones, stroking the handsome man with a palm, sweeping his thumb along the corners of his lips.

Mas Ilham's eyes looked at me deeply, his nose expanding by my touch. And then, like a compass pointing north, Mas Ilham turned his head towards my hand, pressed his lips against the palm of my hand, breathing violently and loudly on my skin.

"I want you too" I said, welcoming him.

But, Mas Ilham even still wanted to play with me. He's cleared his throat. "I have a better idea" he said. "How about you tell me where I should touch first?"

"Where do I know...!" my protest with whimpering. Mas Ilham even giggled and could not hold back his laughter.

It sucks! Really too.

"I love you" he said to improve the mood, then he kissed my nose.

All right, this beautiful night must stay awake romantic. So. I forgive her that slightly annoying attitude.

"Do you like this?" whispered Mas Ilham then, lightly sweeping the indentation of my stomach, feeling my body tremble under its touch.

I wonder* urgently, closing my eyes tight. The touch made me feel a tickling sensation and a tingling feeling that was stirring my stomach. It made me fall and tremble again.

"We will do it slowly" he murmured, lowering his head so that his lips could trace the curve of my ear. Lightly, he swept his tongue around the inner ear. "How about this? Hmm?"

Mas Ilham wrapped around my ear lobe, then slid in. He barely touched it, but I felt an outpouring of foreign desire that I had never felt in me. Mas Ilham pulled away, was* my earlobe between his teeth, and bit me gently.

A flash of sharp pain aroused my wild passion. Instinctively, my hips jerked in bed, the overflow of my desire intensified, the heat, flooded the stomach, the uterus, until heat and hunger were felt between my legs. I think I can die by pleasure.

Then, something that embarrassed me when I realized it, Mas Ilham fingers traced the intimate part of my body, and I gasped.

"Yes, Zahra" he whispered. "Little by little, I'll find all your secret sweet spots. Slowly, Love. Very slowly."

I felt my hands clenched into the sheets. I opened my mouth to beg him, but could not make a sound. Then, Mas Ilham touched me more definitely, sliding two fingers between my thighs, slid in the humidity of my body and carefully tortured me. I took a sharp breath, a whisper in the dim light.

Back to Ilham petted me. Again and again, sweet and perfect. I was lost in that pleasure. This feeling is scary. Exhilarating. Until finally, Mas Ilham's touch tore me apart like a tidal wave, ripped me from the sanity milestone, and swung me to the stars, throwing me deep into the warm waves of happiness.

Gently Mas Ilham arched the body above me as the trembling slowly subsided. He was so longing and slipped down on my body, gently, he urged my limbs to open with him.

Realizing that, my eyes opened. "Oh, Mas," I said. "I...."

"Shhh..," she whispered, her mouth pressed against the curve of my stomach. "Let me feel you."

And he did.

All around us, the room was silent except for the slow beating of our hearts and the breathing that reciprocated. When he sensed that I was ready - - when he knew that his touch would not sink me - - Mas Ilham swept his tongue lightly at the core of my soul. But, I know for sure, when I inhaled my sweet scent, it was her needs that peaked, suddenly accumulating heat and weight in the lower part of her body.

There is no way he can deny, he felt the center of his passion began to pulsate hot and urgent. Unmercifully, Mas Ilham took a deep breath and forced his attention back on me, stroking the part until he heard my voice - a subtle screech of surrender - stuck in my throat.

As I felt my breathing speed up, he raised his head. "Now, Honey. I want to be inside you now," his voice surprisingly sounded raucous and deep.

"Yes-" I felt the word being torn from me in a sob. I felt the tremors start again, deep in my stomach. I fear. Fear of not being able to endure the pain, but I also want the pleasure.

Mas Ilham slipped in, and instantly my hand again jerked and then gripped the sheets. "Oh, Mas..," I grimaced, my eyes wide open. Mas Ilham's gaze locked on me, his eyes darkened by desire. I called out his name - - or attempted to do so - pleading for something I did not understand, while Mas Ilham's eyes continued to look at me with his passionate but brilliant eyes.

"Zahrah...." He pressed on, slowly and carefully. And I began to feel more pain among the voice of Mas Ilham who glorified my name. And...

At last...

Sakiiiiiiit.

I swear by anything, the pain is immeasurable. There was a glimpse of sharp pain, intense incursion as he managed to snatch away my madness. My body became stiff, my sensua* hips lifted completely from the bed, my mouth opened in a voiceless scream. Unable to survive. I shed tears. To bear that pain for her, she's the one I love.

"Oh, Lord, Zahra" whispered Mas Ilham, his voice rich with amazement. His head looked up. His eyes were tightly closed, the veins on his neck were poking and slippery with sweat. "Are you okay?" his whisper was raucous, his voice weak, his body trembling by what felt like an effort beyond human limits.

Justjust wonderful.

"I-I'm fine," I managed to speak, feeling the man pounding and throbbing at the entrance of my womb.

With a happy smile, Mas Ilham lifted himself up and pressed me again violently. "Hold on, honey," she asked. "Hold your pain for me."

I just nodded, though it felt as if I was going to die in his arms. I'll hold this pain for you, Mas....

He plunged himself into me in smooth movements. The torment of desire seeped out of him, tore his soul apart, and spilled it on me. Whole himself. It moves in an explosion of lust, love, and need.

Truly, I was burning with a blazing fire of passion, burning with this man I loved, and felt him bite the soft skin on my shoulder and feel the hands of the dashing man firmly gripping both my arms. I hissed in the darkness, enduring the pain, and the sound of Mas Ilham's breath mixed with me, low and raucous, as he pushed, urged, and spilled himself in my soul.

And, in the end, he collapsed on top of me, waiting for the body and soul to come together again. As for me - - I felt my body weak helpless. I left, and began to lose my consciousness.

"Thank you, Zahra. I love you so much."