[Warning! This chapter contains r18 scenes. If you're not comfortable with them feel free to skip.]
Isabella's pants slipped off with ease, revealing her black laced panties. Her panties were soaking wet, clinging to her pussy like a wet t-shirt. Her face was red with embarrassment, her hands clenched tightly on the bed sheets as if she was trying to find some grounding. She was breathing so hard that it looked as if she was puffing up steam.
She looked vulnerable at this moment and a little scared. That wasn't what I wanted. I grabbed her hand that was clinging to the bed sheets and interlocked my fingers with hers. I then leaned in and gave her a kiss on the lips.
That kiss seemed to calm her down a bit as her breathing decreased. I then leaned in closer and once again, I told her how I felt.
"I love you, Isabella."
Tears welled up in the corner of her eyes, but I quickly wiped them away.
"You're the first to say that to me. It… makes me happy," she cried.
