Theodore watched Bella with contentment, her body jerking and shuddering in response to her climax. Her moans of his name stirred something deep within him, and he felt an overwhelming urge to be closer to her. Instinctively, he pulled her to his chest as if trying to merge her within him, his kiss fervent and desperate.
with hurried movements, he stripped off his clothes, his breathing heavy and quick. He couldn’t wait any longer and thrust himself inside her. Bella convulsed, crying out in pain, her body tensing as she felt as though he had split her into halves. Tears trickled down the corners of her eyes, and her face turned pale.
Theodore’s heart skipped a beat, fear and regret flooding him. He pulled out instantly. "I am sorry," he stuttered. "Are you okay?"
"It’s painful," Bella whispered, wincing with each word.
Panic-stricken, Theodore scrambled out of bed. "Um... I think we should stop now. I’ll go take a shower," he said, moving toward the bathroom.
"Wait..." Bella’s voice, soft yet urgent, stopped him in his tracks.
He turned hesitantly, his body thrumming with need and suppressed heat. Her naked form only fueled his burning desire, making his arousal even more painful.
"Rest. It’s late now," he suggested, attempting to regain control of his fraying resolve.
But Bella moved to the edge of the bed, grabbing his wrist. "Don’t leave me, please," she pleaded, her eyes reflecting vulnerability and longing.
Theodore’s resolve crumbled at her words. "Are you sure?" he asked, trembling with both desire and concern.
Bella had never been so sure before. She nodded. "Yes."
He cupped her face gently, his eyes clouded with a mix of affection, lust, and worry. He met her lips with a tender kiss, clambering back onto the bed. "Sorry, I was a bit impatient earlier. I’ll try to be more careful this time."
He lowered her gently, his lips tracing a path of kisses all over her body, reigniting the passion between them. Bella responded, lifting herself up with her hands around his neck, meeting his kiss with equal fervor. She reached down, guiding the head of his penis to her vulva, her eyes locked with his.
Theodore grabbed hold of her back, anticipation thrumming within him. Slowly, Bella began to insert his erection inside her, her face contorting in pain. This time, Theodore didn’t pull out. Instead, he showered her with kisses, his lips trailing down to her bosom, focusing entirely on her breasts.
His teasing sent shivers of pleasure through Bella, and the pain began to subside, replaced by a growing enjoyment of the sensation. As he started moving, she felt a rush of electric impulses. She arched her back, moaning softly.
Her lips parted, her eyes closed momentarily before opening wide, staring up at him with a mix of astonishment and hunger. Her hands reached for his chest, and for a moment, Theodore thought she might push him away. But instead, she encircled her arms around his shoulders, holding onto him tightly.
Her face contorted as her moans turned into cries. Theodore could feel her approaching climax, and he almost stopped, not wanting the moment to end. But the intensity of their connection spurred him on, and he continued slowly.
She lifted her hips as if trying to match his rhythm. Her grip around his shoulders tightened.
Theodore realized she was desperate to experience orgasm. Slipping his hand down, he found her clitoris and her back arched further, thrusting out her chest in response.
Bella let out a high-pitched cry. With each thrust, she convulsed a little, then fluttered all over. She shivered and shivered as she found her climax yet again.
Bella let out a high-pitched cry, convulsing slightly with each thrust, her body fluttering all over. She shivered uncontrollably as she found her climax yet again. Theodore felt an abrupt rush of semen, and then, like a dam breaking, he burst open, ejaculating inside her. His throat went dry. His muscles were ready to collapse, and his lungs deflated like balloons.
He looked down at her and smiled. Her eyes were glassy and indistinct, her mouth forming a circle as she gasped for air.
"That was incredible," he mumbled.
She smiled weakly, blushing all over.
Theodore found it sweet and couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her. He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers softly, savoring the tenderness of the moment. Their bodies remained intertwined, basking in the afterglow of their intense connection.
Theodore brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek. "Are you okay?" he asked gently.
"I’m more than okay," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "That was... beyond words."
He smiled, feeling a rush of affection for her. "You’re amazing," he said, kissing her again.
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Bella stirred awake with a groan, her entire body a symphony of protest. Dull aches throbbed in her back, and a deep exhaustion coursed through her muscles. An unwelcome burning lingered between her legs, a reminder of Theodore and her marathon session that stretched into the pre-dawn hours.
She winced and tried to get up, but a strong arm wrapped around her, pulling her closer to the warmth radiating from his body. Despite the discomfort, a small smile played on her lips.
"Good morning, my sweet wife," Theodore rasped, his voice thick with sleep. His eyes, still glazed over, landed on her, and a spark ignited within him. He leaned down, his kiss trailing along her neck, rekindling the same fire that burned between them.
"Stop," Bella protested weakly. "I’m still sore."
"Good," he murmured against her skin. "It’ll remind you all day who you belong to." His kisses continued their descent, his hands reaching for the soft swell of her breasts.
Bella was momentarily stunned into silence. "How many times?" she finally managed. "Do you even have any energy left?"
"I can’t get enough of you," he declared as he captured her lips in a demanding kiss. It was hot, possessive, and stole her breath away. Bella found herself responding, melting into his touch.
Just as their passion threatened to flare anew, a rude chime of the phone shattered the intimate moment, leaving them both breathless and slightly frustrated.
Theodore sighed, reluctantly pulling away from her. He reached for the phone on the bedside table, his expression darkening. "Who is it?" he muttered, glancing at the screen.
Bella watched him, her breathing still heavy from their kiss, wondering who was on the phone.
He answered the call, forcing a semblance of calm into his voice. "Good morning, grandpa." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
The response that greeted him was not the usual warm greeting. "You brat! Get over here right now!" boomed Malcolm’s voice, sending a jolt through Theodore.
What on earth had happened that made his grandfather so furious?
"What’s wrong?" Theodore stammered, blinking in confusion.
Bella stirred beside him, a questioning look on her face as she took in Theodore’s rigid posture.
The answer came in a torrent of furious words. "You, Theodore! Have you decided not to let me die in peace? You are the most disrespectful grandchild ever imagined! Get over here immediately, or I’ll be there myself!"
"Okay! I’m coming."
As he ended the call, he scowled at the screen, dumbfounded.
"Is Grandpa okay?" Bella inquired, concern creasing her brow as she pulled the sheet up over her exposed skin.
"I don’t know. He is mad at me, that much is clear." He turned to her with a frown. "I need to go see him."
"I’m coming with you."
Theodore offered a small nod and, with a heavy heart, made his way to the bathroom, leaving Bella to wonder what transgression could have earned him his grandfather’s wrath.
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