Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
Morning Welcome

In the morning blind the next day, the tingling sensation of the fine hairs on Mas Ilham's jaw tickled around my neck and pulled me back to my conscious. I woke up, looking at that handsome face with a smile that was charming and very very happy.

"Good morning, dear."

I smiled back. "Good morning, Mom," I said, then I rubbed my eyes.

The lights in the bridal room were already brightly lit by the light of the main light on the ceiling of the room. Afterwards, as was my custom, while yawning, I stretched my body. But...

"Let's...." I grimaced.

"Why?" ask Mas Ilham to worry.

"My feet are stiff...."

"Rilex, will soon disappear," he said. The worry that I had seen on his face, now changed into a crazy grin.

And I was just about to recite when my husband's firm hand slipped under the blanket, enthroned on my thigh.

"You what?" my many.

He shook his head, but the grin on his face grew wider. Then, I realized the sturdy hand was slipping upwards, cupping my chest and a tensing sensation felt there.

I know exactly what he wants. While shaking my head, I could not help but smile that was about to expand adorning my face. Then...

"Oh...!"

My head jerked back with my eyes closed. My breath stuck in the chest cavity when Mas Ilham deliberately channeled the power of his naughty fingers.

"I want you again" he said, holding up the blanket that covered my body, then pushing down his trousers and throwing them in any direction. And I realized that my man was glued to the beauty of my chest. He smiled almost melancholy. "Persik ranum is perfect" he said.

He made me blush. Embarrassedly, I moved to hide from her. But, instantly, Mas Ilham's hand intercepted me to do that.

"Don't, Zahra," he whispered. "I want every inch of your body. All of them, without exception."

With a smile and a small nod, I agreed to her request and stretched my body back.

"You're mine."

With his body, Mas Ilham oppressed me, locked my body under his burly body, bent down to kiss what he was rightfully entitled to, his tongue searched for the peak of my law and pulled him into his mouth, until I curl my body and squeal at the height of pleasure.

"Mmmm...!"

He bit me gently, *he sucked until the warmth of the alien passion flowed back down through my stomach and between my legs.

Oh God. I never knew, though I often dreamed of such a thing, it was such a beautiful torment. Mas Ilham made his face worse and guerrillaized with the peach she adored, while one hand slipped down and stroked the beautiful curve in my stomach.

"Perfect" he whispered. "So beautiful, so sweet of you, Zahra." He opened his hand and continued to caress my body, until one finger slipped into the soft indentation of the silk. Something moist and slippery. And, just at that moment I realized my condition...

Ah, you understand what I mean. From last night I was unconscious, boro-boro I had time to clean ourselves from our first sex session.

"Mas" I said.

"That's me. I'm going to the bathroom first. Please. I'm not comfortable...."

Inspiration understood, he nodded and got up from above me. "Can you stand?" he asked like crazy.

I'm shaking. "Sheel..," whine.

Ah, my burly husband. Its power must be utilized to the maximum. With the strength of his muscular arms, Mas Ilham carried me as if I were as light as cotton. I giggle. Umi didn't go wrong looking for this mighty grown man for me.

Shamed, I asked Mas Ilham to come out of the bathroom and leave me alone. "I won't be long" I said. He also complies.

After I finished urinating and cleaning myself, plus drying my wet skin, I wrapped my body in a towel and I opened the bathroom door slowly, meant to peek at someone I thought was waiting for me on the bed. Apparently not, he was standing next to the bathroom door. Waiting for me there.

"What?" tanyakanya.

I don't want to be embarrassed, embarrassed. Then, I slowly took my foot out of the bathroom, but, in a quick flash, Mas Ilham pulled me up and left me leaning against the wall, squeezed in his burly body and in the power of his tightly coiled arm around my waist.

"Don't make me wait anymore" he whispered in front of my face as he took off the towel wrapped around my body. Then, unexpectedly, his fingers grabbed the hair behind my head and made me look up, followed the movements of his hands, and, quickly, he poked the nape of my neck. The teeth are sixing, *my suck is strong there.

Oh my God, I shudder. Away from my shadow, this man turned out to be fiercer and fiercer than I thought.

"I love you, Zahra." With the strength of his hand, Mas Ilham pressed firmly my chest upwards and made my breath feel tight again.

Ah, if you knew how much power he had.

With an impatient, masculine low growl, Mas Ilham kissed me, silencing my mouth with his lips. Hugging me tightly and we kissed, she led me back to bed and knocked us down violently. She overcame me with her entire heavy body weight.

After kissing, her fingers ran through my body again sensually, whispering pleasure, then her thumb touched what felt like the core of my soul.

Really, it feels unbearable. So mastered. I faintly gasped. In my chest, the mature man growled, the sound of intense pleasure heard from within his throat. With one hand, Mas Ilham held me back, while his thumb swept the amazing place back, making me want to sob full of pleasure.

"Ukh, Ma...!" I breathe in distress. Burned by shame and pleasure.

Suddenly, he slid down on my body and buried his face in the grooves between my legs. Strong and heavy, his hands slipped into my inner thighs, stretching out my legs. Wildly, he plunged his tongue into the moisture, searching until he found a place that had been touched by his fingers until it hardened.

Crazy one! I'm suffocating stifled. My hips were curved on the bed, but Mas Ilham's strong arms forced me back down. Deliberately and sweetly, he tormented me, fondling me mischievously, with his tongue and fingers.

Voraciously, he was*, inhaling my desire, his tongue again slid into the mild warmth of a velvet, making me laugh* unstoppable. I was crazy, murmuring indistinctly, clutching my bedsheets, my tangled black hair scattered on the pillow with her flamboyance. In the light of the lamp, my skin was shiny, wet and sweaty. And with a stifled groan, my breath choked, and I knew I was about to explode.

Yeah. The release came mastering quickly, leaving me shuddering and trembling, my body stiffening again.

"Mas...," *my hand slid over his body, touched his throat, chest, stomach, and finally rested on Mas Ilham's fingers.

In return, Mas Ilham moved up on my body and hugged my entire body until the tremors subsided. And, he's in.

"Aah, Zahra!" he whispered as he entered me, fast and hard.

I gasped at the attack. It was too late that I realized that my body was not fully ready.

I grimace in my heart. Really, it still hurts! It still hurts so much.