Isabella gasped, unable to reciprocate Hunter’s fierce kiss, and she quickly pushed his chest away.
"Hunter!"
"What?" Hunter panted, staring sharply at Isabella. "Are you going to resist when we need to start? We don’t have much ti, Darling."
Isabella was stunned, his words making her feel desired.
"Listen to ..." Hunter cupped Isabella’s cheeks, staring deeply into her eyes. "I don’t want our mission to love each other to fail... I don’t want that... I thought it would be easy for to love you, but maybe not for you... I’m scared... I’m scared that my hopes will be shattered if you never truly feel that love... And I need to make you feel it from now on... I don’t want to waste ti..."
Isabella remained silent.
"I didn’t want to acknowledge the agreent, but it still exists, and I will respect it regardless of your decision in the end... But for now, I want you to give a chance..." Hunter pleaded, pressing his forehead against Isabella’s. "Please... I want you so bad!" He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before slowly exhaling and reopening them.
"You don’t need to beg for this because you deserve it... Especially after everything you’ve done for ," Isabella said anxiously.
"Don’t accept because of what I’ve done for you," Hunter responded.
"No... I’ll use that reason... If don’t, then this start won’t happen, and our mission to love each other might fail," Isabella explained, swallowing hard, glancing at Hunter’s muscular chest, and then touching it. "I think... I think we need skin-to-skin contact to build a feeling if we don’t have much ti," she continued with a racing heart, imagining the strong body in front of her overpowering her soon.
Hunter smiled faintly, then bit his lower lip.
"Am I wrong?" Isabella asked, looking back into Hunter’s eyes. "Tell how love can erge without sothing sweet? If you can... Show ... Show how... Make forget about that agreent... Forget about the man who’s waiting for too," she continued.
Hunter brushed Isabella’s lips with his thumb. "You’ll see," he whispered, then kissed her gently.
Isabella closed her eyes, savoring Hunter’s soft lips, but thoughts of Joe frequently intruded, prompting her to return his kiss, trying to focus. She wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck, tilting her head slightly, deepening the kiss until he lifted her, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Emhh... I love it, I love your scent," Hunter whispered, moving to kiss Isabella’s neck.
Isabella lowered her head, gripping Hunter’s hair, making it ssy, letting him move down to kiss her chest still covered by her nightgown. The woman trembled, even starting to moan as her husband reached her chest, pulling down her gown until he could see her bare breasts as she wasn’t wearing a bra.
"Oh... That’s perfect lon!" Hunter exclaid, imdiately kissing both breasts alternately.
"Agh..." Isabella squird, leaning her head against the wall while clutching Hunter’s hair. "Hunter..."
"Oh damn... I don’t want to miss this again, you’re mine!" Hunter growled, kissing Isabella’s breasts, then lifting her again until their eyes t.
He smiled, seeing his wife panting, and kissed her lips again before slowly walking towards the black single sofa.
"What are you going to do?" Isabella asked.
Hunter remained silent, suddenly lowering her near the sofa and turning her around until she squatted with her back to him, pushing her down so she couldn’t stand up straight.
"Hunter," Isabella called.
Hunter quickly lifted Isabella’s nightgown to her waist, revealing her beautiful, smooth buttocks, and imdiately bent down to kiss them.
"Umh!" Isabella gasped in surprise and ticklish delight from Hunter’s hands caressing her buttocks, even feeling his cold tongue, prompting her to turn and see what her husband was doing. "Hey... Uh, you... What are you doing?" she asked, trying to pull away from him but was quickly drawn back.
"Calm down!" Hunter ordered with a serious look. "I’m your husband!"
Isabella swallowed hard, instantly silenced.
Hunter exhaled roughly, then pulled Isabella up to stand and turn to face him, noticing the anxiety on her beautiful face.
"Are you scared?" he asked.
Isabella remained silent, seemingly confused.
"Are you not ready?"
"I..."
"Don’t force yourself if you can’t," Hunter said with a patient smile. "I’ll wait, but don’t take too long..."
"I’m ready!" Isabella shouted before Hunter could finish. "I’m very ready, but..." she continued nervously.
"But... But this is sothing new for , so I feel a bit strange and scared... You should understand that and help overco this fear, because if you don’t, then... Then it will be even less likely for to learn to love you," Isabella said again, then lowered her head. "When we’re used to being strangers, then we have to make love... Of course, it will feel scary... Awkward... That’s what I feel now," she continued sadly.
Hunter just watched her, then adjusted Isabella’s nightgown, which had beco disheveled because of him.
"Do you still not want to continue?" Isabella asked, looking at Hunter with a sad expression.
"We will... But not here," Hunter replied, then grabbed Isabella’s right hand, pulling her to leave the workout room.
She walked, staring at her husband in front of her, curious about what they would do next.
’Is this going to happen? Am I wrong? Will I seem like a bad woman after this?’ she wondered, unable to stop thinking about Joe. ’I’ve taken a chance with another man just because my lover didn’t propose to quickly and didn’t want to help . But what if he hasn’t proposed to and can’t help because he really can’t? That ans I’m very cruel... But... But he should have a plan for our future, but he doesn’t have one... He even wants to have a business for myself, not for us together.’
Walking while daydreaming, she didn’t realize they had reached the bedroom, and Hunter imdiately locked the door and lifted her.
"Hunter!" she gasped, quickly grabbing her husband’s neck and shoulders.
Hunter smiled. "You already pleaded for us to start, don’t talk too much so I won’t back out," he said calmly.
Isabella swallowed hard, then nodded submissively.
"You are beautiful," Hunter whispered.
Isabella forced a smile, flattered by Hunter’s words, but she also thought it might just be sweet talk to make their activity more intimate.
"You will understand that this is not just my desire... I will never say love until that agreent is finished, but I hope from what I do, you can judge whether it’s love or not," Hunter said, then carried Isabella to the bed.
Isabella remained silent and continued to watch Hunter, her heart pounding wildly, and her lips seed unable to speak, so she could only accept as her husband sat her on the bed.
"Do I sll of sweat?" Hunter asked.
Isabella frowned. "Why? Is that the question you should be asking when we’re about to..."
"I just want to make sure you’re not holding back disgust for ," Hunter said, then sighed, looking at Isabella intensely. "You know I’m very hot right now... Before, I was very hot because of the workout, but now it’s different... It’s because of you," he continued with a passionate gaze.
Isabella remained silent in nervousness, trying to avert her eyes from Hunter.
"My beautiful wife," Hunter whispered, then kissed Isabella’s lips so gently.
Isabella imdiately closed her eyes, feeling Hunter’s soft lips ld with hers, and of course, her heart pounded even more, her body trembling, unable to shake off Joe’s image until she pushed Hunter away.
"It’s okay, I won’t hurt you," Hunter whispered, kissing Isabella’s lips again while holding her right hand, and his other hand started caressing her thigh.
In silence, Isabella tried to keep up with the kiss while feeling the soft and tickling sensation on her thigh, bringing her into arousal that made her warm liquid seep from her womanhood.
’Oh, God... What is this? How can this feeling arise? Have I beco a slut now? How can desire arise without love?’ she wondered, suddenly opening her eyes when Hunter ended the kiss.
"Let take off your nightgown, Darling," Hunter whispered.
Isabella remained silent while Hunter grasped the edge of her nightgown with both hands, pulling it up until she lifted her arms. The nightgown ca off, and her husband tossed it to the floor as she imdiately bowed her head, embarrassed by her state of only wearing black underwear.
"You are so gorgeous," Hunter whispered, admiring Isabella’s curves, then bent down to kiss her chest and neck alternately.
"Emh..."
Isabella tilted her head back, unable to deny that Hunter’s kisses and touches aroused her, bringing her expectations higher, waiting to see what he would do next.
Slowly, Hunter pushed Isabella to lie down, then hovered over her, kissing her lips softly while his left hand slipped down into her underwear. The man smiled imdiately when he felt the wetness and slickness below.
"You’re ready," he whispered.
"Maybe you’ve succeeded," Isabella whispered, smiling shyly, then playfully slapped Hunter’s shoulder. "Please, don’t talk too much, you’re making embarrassed!" she exclaid in frustration but also laughed.
Hunter chuckled, his hand still trapped in Isabella’s underwear.
"Why are you looking at like that? What are you waiting for?" Isabella asked.
"Um... nothing..." Hunter shook his head, quickly got out of bed, and took off his pants. "I just thought I shouldn’t delay any longer, and you’re right, I shouldn’t talk too much."
Isabella swallowed, glancing at Hunter who had successfully removed his pants and tossed them aside, her gaze instantly fixed on his impressive manhood with perfectly smooth circumcision markings, so clean it seed like it never had any hair.
"I can’t wait any longer, my wife is so beautiful," Hunter said, imdiately getting back on top of Isabella and kissing her, slowly removing her underwear.
Isabella returned the kiss and wrapped her arms around Hunter’s neck, trying to calm her nerves, but she was so surprised when her husband spread her legs wide and felt his manhood right in front of her womanhood.
"You are mine," Hunter whispered.
"Ugh!"
Isabella jolted, feeling Hunter’s manhood begin to enter her. She instantly furrowed her brow, feeling a sensation of fullness and pain in her womanhood.
"Mine... You are mine," Hunter whispered as he kissed the hollow of Isabella’s neck while slowly moving his hips back and forth.
"Emh..." Isabella whispered, gripping Hunter’s back tightly.
"Ouhh... God... You... You’re so tight. It feels like a virgin!" Hunter whispered in his moans, closing his eyes while continuing to kiss Isabella’s neck, but soon moved to kiss her lips.
Isabella could only remain silent, feeling the pleasure down there, but when she opened her eyes and saw Hunter’s imnse pleasure, it brought her sadness as Joe reappeared in her thoughts.
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