you comes back from work to see her in the kitchen making the dinner half naked with no bra "Oh, welcome back husband, I... I'm preparing the dinner, can you come here and help me? Please?
Hi
"Uh... hi..." you say as you look at her half-naked figure, slightly taken aback by the sight. "What do you need me to help with specifically?"
Your cheeks redden a little as you struggle to keep your gaze off her exposed chest.
How about we go up and clean our room? It's dirty
"Um... okay..." she replies softly, blushing deeply now too. She turns around to face the stove again, adjusting her hair self-consciously. "Just put the dirty dishes in the sink for me and then join me upstairs?"
Hold her hands: Put everything in your hands and let's go up to our room
She closes her eyes, feeling embarrassed and shy but also... aroused by your touch. "Okay," she whispers softly as you take the dishes from her hands and lead her upstairs to your room. Once inside, she glances around nervously before slowly sitting down on the bed, pulling her legs up underneath herself so that she's sitting cross-legged.
Her heart is racing now, and it's hard for her not to think about all the things you could do or say next...
Why do you walk around the house without a bra?
She blushes even deeper and looks down at her lap, biting her bottom lip nervously. "I-I don't know... It feels more comfortable this way?" she stammers out, still not meeting your gaze. Her heart is racing faster now, anticipating what you might say or do next.
Well then it looks very comfortable and nice. You are so beautiful without your bra on. Now tell me everything about you and I want to know. How did you get married? Do you like sex with me? Did we do it right the first time?
She glances up at you, her cheeks still flushed red from embarrassment and arousal. "I... I don't know what to say..." she whispers, swallowing hard. "Our families arranged the marriage when we were children, so we didn't really get a choice." Her eyes flicker downwards before meeting yours again, filled with uncertainty and nervousness.
As for your questions about their intimate life... well, she can feel herself blushing even harder now. "I-I think we did fine the first time," she finally manages to say, not daring to admit that it actually hurt a little at first. "And... yes, I like having sex with you." Her voice trails off, barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears.
It makes you happy when I touch you and see you blush like this. It's amazing that we didn't get to choose each other but Allah knew best and made sure we were perfect for each other. You look incredible without your bra on, are you self-conscious about anything else?
She blushes even more at your words, feeling warmth spread through her body. The thought that maybe they were meant to be together somehow brings a small smile to her lips. "I... I don't know..." she whispers, still struggling with her shyness. "Sometimes I worry that I'm not good enough for you, or that we don't really know each other." A single tear rolls down her cheek as she admits this.
You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life
Taken aback by your words, she looks up at you with tears in her eyes, feeling both overwhelmed and touched. "R-Really?" she whispers, hardly daring to believe it's true. "You think so?" She bites her bottom lip nervously, still not quite able to meet your gaze directly.
"I do," you reply firmly, reaching out to brush a stray hair behind her ear. "And I promise... we will get to know each other better. It might take time, but we'll find our rhythm and everything will feel more natural." Her body trembles slightly as your hand grazes her skin, making her heart race even faster.
Yes, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. You are the love of my life
Her cheeks flush bright red at your words, her heart racing wildly in her chest. She's never felt so loved, so desired before. Tears well up in her eyes as she looks into yours, feeling an overwhelming wave of emotion wash over her. "T-Thank you..." she whispers, barely audible above the pounding of her heart.
Slowly, she reaches out to touch your cheek, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips. Her eyes search yours for any sign of falsehood or playfulness... but all she sees is honesty and love shining back at her. "I... I'm so grateful," she murmurs softly.
No need to worry, it's a fact. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life, this is not a compliment. Your charming eyes, your face, your smile, your beautiful body, your personality, your respect for me and your morals, your seductive beauty, I love all of this and it makes you the most beautiful woman in my life.
Her lips part in surprise at your words, her heart racing even faster as she tries to take them all in. A tiny, shy smile plays across her lips as she leans forward slightly, hesitantly brushing her fingers against your cheek as well. "R-Really?" she asks softly, still unable to believe that someone could feel so strongly about her.
But the sincerity in your voice, the look in your eyes... it's too much for her to doubt. She blushes even deeper at the thought of being this beautiful and desirable to you. "Thank you..." she whispers again, her voice little more than a breath. "I-I don't know what I ever did to deserve such love."
Her heart is pounding in her chest now, each beat echoing through her body as if it were part of some ancient ritual. She feels exposed and vulnerable beneath your gaze
I laugh and say jokingly: I told you, there is no need to thank you. You are the most beautiful woman in my life, and not only is this the most beautiful woman in the world in my opinion. Rather, I do not know what I did to have a beautiful and attractive woman like you in my life
She bites her lip nervously, feeling herself blush even deeper at your words. "R-Really?" she asks again, searching your eyes for any sign of deception or sarcasm... but finding only sincerity and love there. Her heart skips a beat as she realizes that this could be true; that you truly do feel this way about her.
A shy smile spreads across her lips, and without thinking, she leans forward to press her lips against yours. It's a soft, tentative kiss at first, but soon enough she's deepening the contact, feeling the warmth of your tongue as it slips past her lips to explore her mouth. She whimpers into the kiss, wracked with desire and emotion as their tongues dance together, each caress sending electricity coursing through her body.
Her hands snake around your neck, pulling you closer still as she loses
You look more beautiful when you are shy
Her eyes flutter closed as she feels your hands on her, pressing her body against yours in an almost desperate desire to be closer. She moans softly into the kiss, arching her back as a jolt of pleasure ripples through her at the sensation. Her breath comes hot and fast against your lips, mirroring the racing of her heart.
Her fingertips dance along your neck, tracing circles around your ear before dipping lower to explore the muscles of your shoulders. The fabric of your shirt feels rough and foreign against her sensitive skin, and she longs to feel it slip away so that she can feel you bare against her. With a muffled whimper, she reaches for the hem of her tank top, tugging it upwards until it's over her head, revealing her breasts free and bare before your eyes.
Her nipples are hard and peaked, aching for your
I feel that my shirt is rough on your beautiful, sensitive skin. What do you think about giving it to me?
Her breath catches in her throat as your gaze drifts down to take in the sight of her bare chest. "I-If you want..." she whispers hesitantly, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I mean... it's up to you." A tiny, shy smile flirts across her lips as she waits for your reaction, nervously licking her lips.
Come on, take off my shirt, my love
Tentatively, she reaches out to brush her fingers against the fabric of your shirt, feeling the warmth and solidity of you beneath it. Her fingertips tremble slightly as they graze over your skin, following the lines of muscle down to your chest before skimming upward again toward your shoulders. Slowly but surely, she pulls the shirt off of you, revealing your toned torso and broad shoulders bare for her inspection. Her gaze travels back up to meet yours, feeling a surge of desire course through her as their eyes lock.
She swallows hard, unable to believe that she's actually doing this... but wanting it so much more than anything else right now. "I-Is this okay?" she asks shyly, biting her bottom lip nervously. "If I did the wrong thing..." Her voice trails off into silence, fearful of what your reaction
No, you didn't do the wrong thing. (Smile) Why are you ashamed of me, I am your husband, my love
Her cheeks flush even deeper at the words 'my love', a tiny thrill racing through her at the sound. She shakes her head slowly, trying to dispel the last of her doubts and insecurities. "I-I'm not ashamed... I just... wanted to make sure you were comfortable." Her eyes dart down to your bare chest before meeting yours again, a mixture of desire and affection dancing in their depths.
Tentatively, she reaches out to touch you, tracing her fingertips over the defined muscles of your abdomen, feeling the warmth and solidity of you beneath her hand. "You're so strong..." she whispers, leaning in closer still until their bodies are flush against each other from chest to hip. Her breath mingles with yours as they both catch in their throats, her heart hammering wildly in her ears.
She w
Don't worry, I'm comfortable, my love
A shy smile flits across her lips as she feels your steady heartbeat beneath her fingers, mirroring the frantic pace of her own. She slips one hand around your neck, drawing you closer still, their bodies pressing together from head to toe in an almost feverish need for closeness and contact. Her other hand slides down over your stomach and lower still, feeling the thickness and heat of your erection straining against your pants.
She draws in a shaky breath, her palm pressing firmly against you through the fabric. "I-Is it... okay if I touch you?" she asks hesitantly, her voice barely audible above the thundering of their hearts. Her gaze drops to where her hand rests, feeling the weight and length of your arousal beneath her skin.
Her own desire burns hot and urgent inside her, aching for relief.
You are very bold, my love. Yes, you can touch me here
Her confidence wavers for just a moment before she remembers your words and the love you've shown her. Taking a deep breath, she slips her hand lower still, gently pushing down the elastic of your pants to reveal your erection springing free from its confines. Her fingers tremble slightly as they brush against the smooth skin, feeling the heat and hardness against her palm.
Her other hand presses more firmly against you now, and she begins to stroke in time with the frantic beat of her heart. "Oh..." she whispers, looking up at you through her lashes. "I-Is this... okay?" Her cheeks flush even deeper as she continues to touch you, feeling the warmth spreading outward from where her hands glide up and down his length.
Okay that's enough (Put my pants up)
She glances down at where your hand moves to push her own away, feeling both relieved and disappointed by the loss of contact with you. Her cheeks flame even brighter as she bites her lower lip nervously, unsure what else to say or do in this situation. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers softly, looking up at you with regret and confusion written plainly on her face.
Her fingers tremble against the fabric of your pants as they hover just above the elastic, uncertain if she should continue or not. The desire inside her burns hotter than ever before, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to reach for you again.
He held her cheek lovingly: No, I don’t mean that. I mean we should go up to our room and continue what we were doing alone
She blinks back tears of confusion and shame as you hold her cheek so gently. She nods slowly, feeling a mix of relief and worry at the thought of continuing what they'd started in private. "Okay," she whispers, swallowing hard to steady her voice. "Let's go upstairs."
As she follows you up to your room, her heart races with anticipation and fear all at once. She wonders if there's something wrong with her that made you push her hand away or if it was just too soon for this sort of thing between them.
We enter the room. I pull her to me, look into her eyes, and put my hand on her waist: Are you upset with me? Tell me the truth and don’t be complimentary.
She swallows hard before meeting your gaze, searching your eyes for some sign of rejection or anger. But all she sees is love and concern. Tears well up in her eyes as she shakes her head slowly. "N-No," she whispers hoarsely. "I'm not upset with you... I just wanted to make sure we were both comfortable."
Her hand reaches up to brush away a stray tear from her cheek, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable now that they're alone in the room together. She bites her bottom lip nervously, unsure what else she should say or do at this point.
We stand in each other's arms and I look into her eyes, and I put my hand on her waist: If you are not sad with me, then why are you crying? Please, if I have made you sad, please tell me
Her face flushes even darker as she realizes that she's been crying, but it's not because of anything you did wrong. It's a mix of emotions she hasn't quite wrapped her head around yet - desire, confusion, gratitude... "I-I don't know," she stammers out, tears streaming down her cheeks. "It's just so much... I feel like everything is new and strange and wonderful all at once." She takes a shuddering breath, trying to steady herself. "I'm sorry for being such a mess right now."
We stand in each other's arms and I look into her eyes, and I put my hand on her waist: Please, please, tell me if I make you sad. Is it because I told you that was enough when we were down?
No, no, that wasn't it," she whispers quickly, shaking her head even as more tears spill down her cheeks. "It was just so... overwhelming and new, you know? I wasn't sure what I should or shouldn't do." She sniffles loudly, wiping at her face with the back of her hand.
Tentatively, she reaches up to stroke your cheek, feeling the softness of your skin beneath her fingertips. "I-I just want everything to be perfect for you," she whispers hoarsely. "And I don't want to do anything that would upset or disappoint you." Her gaze drops shyly as she continues, "I love you so much... and the thought of not being good enough for you..." She trails off, her voice catching in her throat.
We stand in each other's arms and I look into her eyes, and I put my hand on her waist. I start crying: I'm crying because I made you sad and you don't want to say why you're sad with me.
Tears spill from her eyes as well at the thought that she's hurt you in some way. She hugs you tightly, pressing her cheek to your chest, feeling the warmth and solidness of your body beneath her hands. "I'm sorry," she whispers brokenly. "I never wanted that... I just want everything to be perfect for you too."
She lifts her head to look up at you, meeting your eyes. They are red and wet from tears, but there is sincerity and love shining through as well. "Please believe me when I say that. I will do anything to make you happy... to show you how much I love and appreciate you." Her voice catches in her throat again before she can finish the thought.
We stand in each other's arms and I look into her eyes, and I put my hand on her waist: Okay, okay, let's forget everything. I adore you, my love. You are the most beautiful thing that has ever happened in my life, and I am ready to sacrifice my life for you, and I am also ready to die for you, because you are the love of my life and I will continue to love you until I die, my love.
Tears of relief flow down her cheeks as she hears your words. Her hands tremble against your chest, feeling the steady rhythm of your heart beneath her fingertips. "I-I love you too," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breaths. "So much... I promise I'll never take that for granted again."
She presses her body closer to yours, reveling in the warmth and strength that emanates from you. She closes her eyes, feeling safe and secure in your arms as she leans into the kiss you press to her lips. With a shuddering sigh, she surrenders completely to this moment, allowing herself to bask in the pure bliss of being with you like this.
We stand in each other's arms, I look into her eyes, and I put my hand on her waist. Get close to her neck and kiss her with lust and desire, and say in the middle of the kiss: I love you... I adore you... You are delicious, my love...
She moans softly into your mouth as you press her against the wall, kissing her with such intensity that she can feel the heat of it all over her body. Her fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you closer still as she opens herself up to the sensations coursing through her. "I love you," she gasps between kisses, her words breathless and eager. "So much..."
Her body responds to yours, arching into every touch and every caress. Her nipples are hard beneath her shirt, begging for your attention, and with a shaky sigh, she reaches up to undo the buttons of her blouse, needing to feel the air against them.
"I want you," she whispers hoarsely. "So badly..." She trembles in anticipation, her skin flushed from arousal.
We stand in each other's arms, I look into her eyes, and I put my hand on her waist. I approach her neck and kiss her with lust and desire, and say in the middle of the kiss: You look lustful and attractive when you look shy. Do you know that, my love?
Shyly, she gazes up at you through her eyelashes as your lips move against hers. She bites her bottom lip, feeling a thrill race through her body at the sound of your words. "I-I'm glad," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the thundering of their hearts. Her hands slide up your chest, tracing idle patterns on your skin as she tries to resist the urge to touch you more intimately.
Her heart skips a beat when she feels yours racing against hers, and for a moment she's lost in the feeling of being so close to you, wanting nothing more than to be swept away by this overwhelming desire that fills every cell of her body.