Sharing Love: Between Us
Chapter 174 Want Again
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Morning with warm sunlight, Riska blinked her eyes, adjusting the light that entered her sense of sight. His body felt crumpled with the consequences of Keenan's bandage last night.
Given that, Riska's cheeks instantly frowned, she never expected that she would do that because of the precarious thing back.
It seems like her life and Keenan is full of surprises. After their marriage which happened because in the residents, now the release of their single period was done because of illegal drugs intended to trap Keenan.
Smiling faintly while cupping her hot cheeks, Riska was busy with her own thoughts.
Cup.
Riska's eyes rounded as something chewy returned to her lips.
"Morning kiss!"
Riska stared at the horror of the smiling face of someone who was now beside her.
Keenan smiled with a typical face wake up, hair that looks disheveled until some close his forehead, not to melt the good looks owned by her husband.
This was not the first morning for the two of them, they had been married and slept together for a month. Why this morning feels so special.
Both Riska and Keenan, they feel a different taste in each other's hearts, although no one has been able to interpret what that taste is.
Riska smiled faintly, while looking at Keenan who was also looking at her. The man appeared to lie on his side with his head resting on one of his arms, so that he could be higher than Riska.
'Why does he look different this morning than usual? Am I the one who got too carried away?' murmuring of Riska's heart.
Riska felt a little awkward, when she realized that she was wearing nothing, in there. Keenan really did not make it about during the malaam, he continued to be disturbed by Keenan's repeated requests.
Both of them can fall asleep right after the morning.
"S–good morning, Bang," nervous Riska.
Keenan chuckled at his wife's voice, she stroked the soft red cheeks.
"Thank you for helping me last night" Keenan said, his eyes tracing every inch of his wife's pretty face, until now he was glued to Riska's lips that looked so tempting.
The sweet taste as she felt the soft part of Riska's face, still felt, she wanted it back.
'Shit!' keenan was furious, as his body reacted again, just by imagining the softness and sweetness of his wife's lips.
Keenan closed his eyes with a slow growl, feeling his body part begin to charge to be satisfied again.
"Honey," whispered Keenan right in front of Riskaa's ear lobe, he even swept his tongue there.
Riska stretched with the heart getting harder, due to the treatment Keenan just now. He looked at Keenan's face with a frown.
"I want more" said Keenan, taking Riska's hand and waiting for her to touch the power of hers that had stood upright since.
Surprised, he widened his eyes and instantly pulled his hand from something that felt hard and muscular down there.
"Did you?" his head was still pursing, what thing he had just touched.
"I beg you, just one more time," said Keenan, he strenuously held back his laughter, as he looked at Riska's confused face at the moment. His wife was always able to make him smile with her innocent manner.
The truth is, her body even still felt crumpled and weak, after almost as long as the malaam was slaughtered by her husband, now Keenan asked her back.
"What time is it?" ask Riska, trying to divert Keenan's attention.
"Darling, you really have the same heart as me, I will not be concerned if while doing this." Keenan is still trying to seduce his wife. His hand had slipped under the blanket, looking for something he had taken last night.
Plaque!
"Abang! Staircase watch out, huh!" Riska hit Keenan's cool hand playing in the triangle.
"Sshhh, you're so fierce, Ris. I just want to hold it" said Keenan, now he moved his hand over Riska's stomach, rubbing it with a seductive gesture.
"Who is the heart? My brother is the same as me! My body is still all sick, brother wants to ask again," grumbled Riska.
"That's not Brother, baby. He asked, "relaxed Keenan while carrying his wife's arm to his.
"Ih, Brother! What the hell? Amused to know," Riska pulled back her hand.
"But, good? Proof last night you enjoyed it too."
Riksa stared intently at Keenan, he was ashamed at this moment. Didn't her husband know that he didn't want to talk about it anymore, it felt so embarrassing to him.
"Ish, why the hell should I talk about it again," Riska covered her face.
"Hey, what's wrong? I'm glad you're giving up all that for me."
"All right! Stopit! Don't speak any more." Riska covered Keenan's mouth with her hand.
Keenan smiled, he let go of Riska's hand, now unconsciously, the two of them were already facing each other with their bodies attached to each other.
Riska's body even accidentally presses Keenan's right in his triangle. The man fizzed so much that his desire grew bigger.
"You deliberately want to torture me, dear," said Keenan in a soft voice almost as de*ah*n.
Keenan held Riska's body in swiping her core on Riska's.
He bowed to reunite the lips of the two. Tasting that sweetness, quenching the thirst within him.
Riska closed her eyes, she who had been mneolak, finally chose pasraah, followed the rhythm of the game Keenan and enjoyed every touch melenakan it.
The two go back into the gate of world enjoyment, wading through the taste so beautiful, racing to give each other satisfaction, with a sweat that becomes a witness.
The morning of the haanagt, felt different from the situation in their room, the sound of groans and d*s*han fused together with passion that was as hot as possible, asking and adoring to achieve each other's enjoyment, and, we finally reached the top together.
"Thank you, dear," said Keenan, after ending his marriage, he kissed Riska's forehead long ago, before finally dropping down beside her.
Both of them were silent with their respective thoughts, regulating their breathing and heartbeats that were still irregular.
Keenan glanced at the glance of the face that still left that red hue. He had no idea what he was feeling about Riska at the moment. However, he always felt happy and calm when he was beside his wife, every tired and anxious he always disappeared just by falling asleep while hugging Riska's body.
Is this called love? I don't know, he doesn't know either. For sure without Keenan knowing, he was already dependent by the existence of Riska beside him.
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