Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
Passion Asmara

However, this time it seems that Mas Ilham did not pay attention. He was burning desire. Although yes, still, the pain I must bear. With another whisper of love, he pushes himself deeper. "Oh, Zahra. Ilove you. Um!" He was pressing hard.

I swallowed with my eyes closed. Delighted, but sick too.

He survives in a perfect setting. "Ready?" tanyakanya.

Actually no, I'm not fully ready to remember the pain and the pain is still felt. But, I nodded silently, and Mas Ilham pulled away then pushed inside me again. That's too much. Too sweet. I reached towards him, wanting to claw his toned shoulder muscles helplessly.

"It's fun, honey," he muttered with a cheerful sweet smile. "Your sweet taste is making me addicted."

Ah, Mas Ilham made my face turn red again. I shuddered to feel that new sensation again, the sensation of the heavy and hot body of Mas Ilham burning and stretching my body. It's true, it's fun. Perfect. As if I had waited all my life.

Slowly, it pulled away with a clear friction on the wall of my womb, making my soul scream from within. With his hands positioning his passion, he pushed back in, sneaking deeper this time. Again, and again, a body with a body, little by little. Outlandish. And stunning.

But soon I wanted something more. As my body got used to it, instinctively, my legs wrapped around Mas Ilham's waist and pulled myself towards him. "Please, do it faster."

The Inspiration smiled. "Well, are you ready to endure it, Zahra? I'll fulfill your request."

Geez, at a time like this, Mas Ilham was a little scary. I was horrified to see her meaningful smile.

"God gave me strength beyond what you'd crave" he whispered, he gently pushed my foot down from his waist, then lowered his head and pulled himself out with a warm silk caress on my body. Back, he plunged himself in, this time stretching me wide with one hand, imposing his touch on the core of my passion and enjoyment.

Oh, there he is. Yep. So perfect. So deep. I wonder* and raised my body back, gliding a great* under his gaze. Again and again, she pressed into me, her breathing was stingy, her head was looking up, her hips were pumping passionately. What was previously painful becomes torment, becomes. Blindly, my hands clenched back, clutched the sheets crazily and wrapped my legs back around his waist.

With my hands drooping over my head with no place to hold, I felt myself weightless, floundering and floating in the softness of our wedding bed as she stood on top of me, looming over my body, his face was as broad and as hard as his will. Under my body, the sturdy bed was shaken by the force of Mas Ilham's body pressure.

Due to the soreness, I loosened my legs on her hips. In response, Mas Ilham raised my legs higher, putting them on his muscular shoulders. Firmer and stronger, he continued to emphasize himself into the softness of my paradise.

Really, actually I don't want to complain, I like the power - which I've been dreaming about. However, my energy feels drained away. I thirst. Meanwhile, Mas Ilham instead deepened his movements again, and I gasped, struggling to move backwards. However, to my surprise, Mas Ilham placed his hands on both of my shoulders, pressing him deeply on the bed, forcing me not to move.

"I told you I could be like anything you ask. Don't regret it, Zahra."

But, it was all too domineering, still so foreign to me. "Mas..," I whispered, as he pressed himself against my body. "Oh, God! Mas! The Inspiration!"

There is clearly no lawfulness. Only the sound of the bed creaking and the rough rhythm of Mas Ilham's breath answered me.

Mas Ilham did it again and again - - stroking, hitting, flirting with desire - the intensity was too great for me to bear. I felt my soul separate from my body. The rhythmic and continuous movement of Mas Ilham pushed to the level of consciousness - - a place inside me - that I did not know.

Suddenly, Mas Ilham's hand left my shoulder, slid to the chest, pressed down firmly and made me tremble again to feel the sensation. A long time after, his hand stopped and turned down my arm until our fingers interlocked. At that moment I realized that Mas Ilham's eyes were closed. He slightly tilted his head to one side, his jaw tightly clenched as he moved inside me. Body with body, sliding like silk under the sheen light. My body was lifted up to meet him, hunjaman for the sake of punjaman. Sweat grains formed on Mas Ilham's forehead, flowed down to his cheeks, and pooled in the hard-boned valley at the bottom of his neck.

Maybe tired, but not yet finished, Mas Ilham lowered my foot from his shoulder, let it slide over his thigh and he leaned over my body, and I took it down, his two sturdy arms slipped behind my back and he forced his passion deeply into the center of my body. Pull me up again in tireless pleasure. And I started to pant wildly. "Mas..," I gasped. I breathe in his moist neck.

"Really, I'd do anything for you, Zahra."

Oh my God, I feel my head drooping backwards. As if the very tip of my nerve was exposed, I felt the moisture of Mas Ilham's forehead sweep over my forehead.

"Mmmmmm...!" I heard myself screaming as Mas Ilham's spontaneous movements went beyond my needs, towards a release so intense that I heard my own screams echoing throughout the room.

Nope. In fact, all over the house, no doubt about it.

"Oh, dear..," he whispered, he hissed loudly. "You're mine."

Mas Ilham removed his hand from the rim of my back, he fell completely on top of me, forcing my shoulder to sink into the bed, violently pushing himself so many times that I could do nothing but glorify his name. Until in the end, I burst back inside, overflowing around him, pulling him deep, into my heart and soul.

"Oh, Zahra!" The Inspiration shouted. "Oh my God...! Ssssh..," his voice was hoarse and desperate. His teeth were wrapped in my hair as he bit my neck. His hips jolted at my body three more times, making the head of the bed crackle against the wall. He clutched me tighter, shuddered shakily, pushed, pulsed inside me until he drained away.

After that, for a long time, Mas Ilham hugged me. Respiratory function until it stabilizes. Then, with a smile, his attention was fixed towards the blackish-red blood patch on the bedsheet, on the side of our bodies. My virgin blood.

"Thank you for your awakened sanctity, Zahra" he said. "Thank you for making me a lucky man. I love you so much."

I nodded and thanked in my heart that he appreciated the sanctity I had bestowed upon him -- to him who deserved it.

Thank you for appreciating that, my chastity, as well as my honor. I love you so much too....