Chapter 260: Chapter 260: Kiss Me Like I Kiss You
Isabella Weaver not only washed Harry Hunter’s hair, but also used a hot towel to apply to his face.
Being served so considerately by her, Harry Hunter finally truly felt the happiness of marriage and having a wife.
With her here, this place feels like home.
On the days she wasn’t here, this place was just somewhere to get some sleep.
Harry Hunter couldn’t help but pull her left hand over and kissed it lightly.
After washing his hair, Isabella Weaver used a hairdryer to dry it, feeling satisfied only when he looked neat and clean.
After dinner, Harry Hunter half-lay on the sofa, handling company affairs with his laptop, while Isabella Weaver leaned on his side, reading books to improve her design knowledge.
The house was very quiet, and it felt like they were the only ones left in the world, peaceful and warm, which was the kind of stable life Isabella Weaver has always deeply longed for.
Harry Hunter was already very adept at handling company affairs, let alone today with Ben Hunter helping him, he quickly finished his tasks and held Isabella Weaver as they lay on the sofa reading together.
"...The design of the crystal bracelet is too complicated; I think the dangling part should be removed."
"Hmm, right."
"This bracelet’s edges are too sharp, aren’t they? Pursuing aesthetics, we should also consider wearing comfort; no wonder this one doesn’t sell well."
"Hmm, right."
"This one is nice, I didn’t know agate could be used this way, the bold color choices make each bracelet unique."
"Hmm, right."
Isabella Weaver laughed, turning to look at the aloof Harry Hunter: "How come everything I say you think is right."
"Because you have a talent in design far beyond ordinary people, with some practice, you’ll soon be on your own."
Isabella Weaver’s eyes sparkled, he really knows how to compliment and encourage people, making her confidence nearly explode.
Harry Hunter looked into her clear eyes, lowered his head, and kissed her lips.
The soft touch, the warm breath, the fragrance of a young girl, all enticed him to delve deeper.
He changed from kissing to sucking, soon simply sucking wasn’t enough, it turned into a gentle bite, wishing he could devour her.
After dinner, she had already changed into matching home clothes with him, and compared to the male version, the female version obviously accentuated the female curves.
He supported her rounded, perky hips to lift her up.
Isabella Weaver called out softly: "Don’t use too much force, or the wound will open again!"
"Then you lift up a bit."
Isabella Weaver blushed, shifted up a bit, lying on the sofa side by side with him, her head level with his.
Harry Hunter held her, his voice seductive: "Isabella, kiss me."
As expected, Isabella Weaver couldn’t resist, she leaned over and gave him a quick kiss.
"That doesn’t count."
"Why not..."
"Kiss me like I kiss you, deeper, be good."
Isabella Weaver’s ears reddened with shame, she couldn’t do it, just bit her lip and remained there.
The sofa wasn’t very wide, she was on the inside, afraid of pushing Harry Hunter off, so she had to lie on her side, slightly pressing against him.
Harry Hunter’s hand was already inside her clothes, caressing her smooth back, unhooking her bra.
Isabella Weaver breathed rapidly, panicked and refused: "No, no, no, can’t!"
Harry Hunter leaned in to kiss her, patiently pleasing her, soothing her.
His body temperature was rising quickly, blood boiling, painfully yet blissfully pulling Isabella Weaver onto him.
His body had already reacted strongly, tightly pressing together with Isabella Weaver, she naturally felt his hardness.