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Widower's First Night

Widower's First Night

Andrian saputra

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Ario, a widower who just lost his wife a few years ago, feels the weight of starting a new life. He has just remarried Nara, a spirited and cheerful woman, who has long admired him from afar. They decide to spend their first night in their new home, a simple but meaningful place.

Chapter 1 Ario and Nara spent time

In a small, quiet town, Ario, a widower who had just lost his wife a few years ago, felt the weight of starting a new life. He had just remarried Nara, a spirited and cheerful woman who had long admired him from afar. They decided to spend their first night in their new house, a simple but meaningful place.

In the bedroom, the atmosphere was a bit tense. Nara stood by the window, staring out with a dreamy gaze. She was wearing a red nightgown that made her look graceful yet elegant. Ario, who had sat on the edge of the bed, seemed to be thinking about something seriously. Ario's two strong hands clenched into fists, trying to dispel the doubts and tension that enveloped his heart.

"Ario," Nara broke the silence, her voice soft but full of hope. "I know this may feel strange to you, but I want us to spend this night happily, without any burden."

Ario raised his head and looked at Nara. "I want that too, Nara. But... I'm worried. This is our first night and I don't want to disappoint you."

Nara smiled softly, approached and sat beside Ario. "There's nothing to worry about. We just need to understand each other and enjoy this moment together."

Ario looked into Nara's bright eyes, and slowly Nara's hand reached for Ario's. "I'm just afraid that I can't give you what you expect."

Nara took a deep breath and brought her face closer to Ario's. "Ario, the most important thing is that we love and respect each other. Everything else will follow."

Carefully, Nara placed Ario's hand on her shoulder and gave her a gentle push. "Let's get started, shall we?"

Ario nodded slowly and stood up from his seat. He grabbed Nara's waist and pulled her closer, feeling the soft vibrations in her body. Their lips met in a soft, soulful kiss. Nara responded gently, giving Ario a sense of comfort and warmth.

Over time, their kiss became deeper and more passionate. Nara began to take off her dress one by one, while Ario gently kissed her neck, moving slowly and freely. Every touch by Ario made Nara feel more comfortable, and she responded with a gentle touch on Ario's back.

"I feel so close to you right now," Nara said, her voice shaking with emotion.

Ario stroked Nara's hair gently, trying to maintain a calm and caring rhythm. "I feel the same way. I want to make you feel loved and appreciated."

Nara smiled and stroked Ario's face, feeling the strength and gentleness in him. "We'll get through this together. I'm sure everything will be fine."

After a while, Ario and Nara lay on the bed, their bodies gently touching each other. Ario felt the vibrations in Nara's heart, and he knew that tonight was a special night for both of them. Nara gently stroked Ario's chest, and the two of them complemented each other in a silence full of feeling.

"I love you, Nara," Ario said, his voice soft but full of feeling.

Nara lifted her head and looked into Ario's eyes with affection. "I love you too, Ario. Thank you for making tonight so special."

That night, Ario and Nara spent time in intimacy and love, understanding and strengthening each other. With every touch and kiss, they build a strong bond, making their first night a beautiful start to their new life journey together.

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