Chapter 70

In Isabella's room, clothes were scattered all over, from the doorway to the bed. Isabella and Michael were down to their underwear, hands exploring each other's skin, lips locked in a passionate kiss.

"Your period's over, right?" Michael asked with a grin.

Blushing, Isabella nodded. She was breathless from their kiss. Her chest was rising and falling as she caught her breath. Her full breasts, snug in a black bra, trembled slightly with each breath.

Michael's eyes drifted to the deep cleavage between her breasts. Noticing his gaze, Isabella shyly turned her head, only to feel Michael's lips on her chest.

Michael kissed her breasts, and the moment his lips touched her skin, a jolt of sensation shot through her, making her body tense and her heart skip a beat.

Isabella let out a soft moan as Michael's hands moved behind her, unhooking her bra. Her breasts bounced free, perfectly presented in front of Michael.

"Look at them. They're so lovely. I just want to admire them," Michael said, making Isabella even more shy.

"Stop looking," Isabella mumbled into the pillow, her voice barely a whisper.

Michael smiled, leaned down gently. His tongue lightly traced over one of her nipples, eventually circling the areola.

The tingling sensation made Isabella moan softly. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly. A strange pleasure spread from her breasts to her brain.

"Your breasts are so elastic," Michael said, cupping her other breast and gently kneading it.

Isabella's breasts were like creamy pudding, full of elasticity and smooth to the touch. Under the pleasure, Isabella's nipples began to harden.

Michael's fingers pinched her nipples, gently rubbing them. The slight pain mixed with pleasure sent waves through Isabella's brain.

"Michael, I...I can't take it anymore," Isabella's voice had a hint of pleading.

Michael started kissing down her body, reaching her lower abdomen. His eyes fell on the crotch of her panties, where a small wet spot had formed. Isabella's body had instinctively reacted to their flirting.

Suddenly, Isabella's body trembled as she felt Michael's hand touch her through her panties. Instinctively, she squeezed her legs together, trapping Michael's hand.

Michael smiled, feeling the heat and tension in her body, his fingers tracing the contours of her labia through the fabric.

"I know you're nervous, but if you keep tensing up, it's gonna be tough to move forward," Michael joked.

Isabella pulled the blanket over her face, but her legs gradually relaxed and slowly opened. Under the blanket, Isabella suddenly screamed as Michael roughly pulled off her panties.Now Isabella was completely naked. She instinctively tried to curl up to cover herself, but Michael firmly pressed down her legs.

"Calm down, babe, the next part's important," Michael whispered soothingly in her ear.

Once he felt her body stop resisting and her muscles relax, he slowly spread her legs apart, exposing her completely.

Her neatly trimmed pubic hair pointed like an arrow between her legs. Her moist labia looked like a pink bud wet with morning dew. At the tip of the bud, a small clitoris hid like a pearl.

Michael's fingers gently touched her labia, causing her body to tremble again, followed by a tingling sensation from her lower body. His fingers rubbed back and forth along the slit of her labia.

Isabella let out a soft moan, her body responding to the tingling stimulation. Her clitoris began to swell and enlarge under his touch. As the most sensitive part of her body, it was packed with nerves.

Whenever Michael's fingers gently touched her clitoris, Isabella's body would tremble violently. Breathing heavily, driven by desire, Michael could no longer control himself. He quickly took off his underwear, ready to go all the way.

"I'm going in," Michael said, positioning himself.

Isabella didn't answer, just nodded gently. Just as Michael was about to enter, the phone at the head of the bed suddenly rang.

Michael felt a surge of annoyance; he picked up the phone and hung up directly. As he was about to continue, the phone rang again.

This time, Michael answered, his tone full of irritation. "Oh no, do you really have to call me right now?"

On the other end was Kenna. "Who do you think you're talking to? Aren't you supposed to bring your wife to see me? When can I expect a grandson?"

Michael took a deep breath and looked at Isabella, who had curled back up.

"If you hadn't called, maybe you'd be holding your grandson next year," he said into the phone.

"What do you mean by that? Wait, are you two..." Kenna seemed to catch on.

"Sorry for interrupting. Carry on," Kenna quickly said.

Michael took a deep breath and turned off his phone. He looked at Isabella, who had already covered herself with the blanket, and asked, "Can we continue?"

Blushing, Isabella didn't know how to respond. Although she had been ready, the sudden phone call had shattered all her courage.