Chapter 59: A romantic night [18+]
It took Dylan almost one and half hour to complete his grocery shopping and return back.
"I am back wifey" Dylan announced as he unlocked the door. But he was taken aback looking at the dark living room. Why were all the lights off?
"Isa? Are you sleeping, baby?" Dylan voiced as he went towards the switch board. This was not their usual sleeping time.
But before he could reach out to the switch someone turned on the switch from other corner of the room and the room lit up with a gentle and warm golden glow. It's ambience both romantic and pleasant.
Dylan's breathe hitched looking at his gorgeous wife standing there, dressed up for him in that seductive maroon gown.
Isabella nervously bit the inside of her cheek as she approached her husband. The candles on the neatly decorated and arranged dining table in the center cast a gentle glow on her face.
"Dylan" she called and smiled as she held his arms.
Dylan was mesmerized looking at her. No matter how many times he looks at her, it was never enough to satisfy his heart.
His brain worked fast to think of any special day today but it was none. "Is there something special today Isa?" he asked.
Isabella gently smiled and nodded. "Nothing yet. But we can make one."
Dylan raised his brows as his hand went to play with her lose golden strand of her neatly styled bun.
"Is my wife craving something?" Dylan asked as he hooked his hand around her small waist and pulled her close.
They have kept their love making sessions limited to the weekend ever since the school started.
"Hmm. But before that, I have something for you"
"I am waiting"
Isabella stood on her toes and kissed Dylan. Dylan immediately deepened the kiss as he hand roamed over her bare back. The soft skin under his hand left him crave for more.
"I love you husband." Isabella took a step a step back and slid a ring onto Dylan's ring finder.
"I haven't given you a ring on our wedding. Here it is." Isabella said and she kissed the back of his hand.
She got her pay check today, and the first thing she did was to go and get a ring for her husband. She cannot let his hand stay bare for long.
Dylan looked at the perfectly fit ring on his finger. It was simple and classy, just like what he prefers. A silver ring with a thin golden band going in the middle.
His eyes softened looking at it. A smile bloomed on his face. But Isabella was nervously biting her lower lip. She wanted to see if Dylan understood the meaning behind that ring.
"You are the sun to this moon. My inner strength." Dylan said as he gently caressed the cold metal. Isabella was really his sun, his strength. And he knew this feeling was mutual.
"Am I right my wife?" Dylan asked as she looked at Isabella, who in turn nodded happily. He didn't know when but the beautiful melody of "River flows in you" floated across the room, filling it up with a serene and romantic ambiance.
The soft notes of the piano wrapped around them like a delicate embrace, blending seamlessly with the flickering candlelight. Dylan extended his hand, a gentle invitation, and Isabella took it with a smile.
As they swayed to the melody, time seemed to slow, the world outside fading into a distant hum. Their footsteps barely made a sound against the polished floor, their movements effortless as if the music itself guided them.
"You are still terrible at this" Isabella teased, resting her head against his shoulder.
"And yet, you're still in my arms," Dylan murmured into her ears and placed a kiss on her hair. His eyes fell on the room. Isabella moved the couch to the corner, and arranged the dining table near the window.
The floor was sprinkled with rose petals and candles decorated the room and the dining table. Dylan rested his chin on top of Isabella's head as they glided with the tune. Isabella must have taken an allergy medicine before setting up this all.
"I love you so much Isa.. I will go crazy without you by my side." Dylan confessed as he cupped her cheeks in his hands.
It will always be less no matter how many times he says this to her. With each passing day, his entire existence revolved around her.
"I will always be with you" Isabella promised as she kissed the inside of his palms. She then pouted and looked at him.
"I am hungry."
Dylan laughed and both of them went to the dining table. The food was already there, thanks to Isabella's meticulous planning. Rather than being a gentle man and pulling the chair out for the lady, Dylan pulled her onto his lap and fed her with his own hands.
It took them a while to finish the food with all the kissing, teasing, tickling and giggling going on.
"Time for bed baby." Dylan smirked and effortlessly lifted her in his arms. He was so desperately waiting to take that dress off her and do things all the night.
Isabella blushed as they entered their room. The first week of the marriage Dylan took it quite gentle and slow. But after that he became a wolf in bed. Raw and rough. Her cheeks reddened more because she liked that side of Dylan more than the gentle vanilla sex.
"Gentle or rough Isabella?"
Isabella gasped hearing his question as he lowered her onto the bed. Did she say it out?
"No. But your hubby can read you." Dylan smirked looking at her red face. Isabella would be bold during the flirting and teasing, but would blush like a new bride as soon as it's time to do the deed.
"Now tell me wife. Gentle or Rough?" He asked the question again. Isabella was so embarrassed to answer that.
"D-Dylan.. Stop teasing me."
"I just want to know my wife's preference to satisfy her better. A part of my husband duties baby. Answer Isabella." Dylan whispered into her ear and nibbled on it, making Isabella's breathe uneven.
His left hand went under her thigh slit and stroked her waist line making her moan and want more.
"Answer Isa. We are not going to start unless you answer"
Isabella groaned. What kind of torture is this? She opened her moist eyes and looked at Dylan.
"Rough" she whispered, and looked away. Dylan heard it, but still wanted to tease her a bit.
"Louder Isabella"
Isabella gulped hearing him order with his deep voice. She could feel her pussy cry for attention whenever he called her 'Isabella' and not any other nick name.
"Rough" though she tried to raise her volume, it still came out as a whisper. Dylan smirked looking at her flustered face as his finger traced her waist and finally stopped right above her clit.
Isabella gasped. She was already sensitive down there and now her husband was playing with her. She had arranged such a beautiful night for them, but he is being ungrateful.
"Dylan please.." Her hands gripped his shameless one and tried to remove it but he immediately locked both of her hands above her head using his right hand.