Chapter 85

The sound of running water and playful laughter echoed from the bathroom.

Isabella squirmed, trying to stop Michael from undressing her. Under the shower's stream, their clothes quickly got soaked.

"Take them off quick, or you'll catch a cold," Michael said, wrapping his arms around her.

He leaned down to kiss her, one hand caressing her chest while the other started undressing her.

As they kissed, clothes were tossed out of the bathroom one by one.

Their tongues danced together passionately, saliva mixing with the shower water running down their faces.

Michael's hand moved down Isabella's back, and she felt him kneading her butt, making her squirm.

Suddenly, Isabella stiffened as Michael's hand slipped between her lower cheeks and started caressing her.

"Michael, you naughty boy. I can hardly stand it," Isabella gasped, her legs weakening as she leaned against his chest.

"Then lean on me and let me take care of you," Michael smiled, his fingers sliding inside her.

Isabella clung to Michael, feeling his hard-on pressing against her lower abdomen.

His erection felt like a hot iron rod, radiating intense heat.

"Can we not do this in the shower? It feels weird," Isabella said, blushing as she tried to stop Michael, who was already lost in desire.

Isabella suddenly let out a scream as Michael forcefully grabbed her butt and lifted her slightly. Then he positioned himself and entered her.

With the shower's water flowing and their earlier foreplay, Isabella was already plenty lubricated, making Michael's movements smooth and effortless.

"We were gonna do this sooner or later," Michael panted, his eyes full of desire as he looked at her.

Isabella covered her mouth tightly, afraid to make any more noise. She was scared her sounds would attract the attention of the people downstairs.

"Don't worry, the bathroom is soundproof. No one will hear us," Michael reassured her, his hips moving steadily as he continued thrusting inside her.

"Have you done this with other women before? You seem very experienced," Isabella gasped heavily, wrapping her arms around Michael's neck.

"I've watched a lot of adult films! Want me to use everything I've learned?" Michael kissed her on the cheek.

Isabella's face turned red, and she didn't answer, only making nasal sounds instead of moans.

"I'll take your silence as a yes!" Michael said, lifting her shirt and cupping her breasts, kneading them continuously.

Isabella felt waves of pleasure from her sensitive areas, making her feel like she was flying in the clouds.

Suddenly, Isabella let out a gasp as Michael turned her around and lifted her up by her legs.

At that moment, Isabella felt like a capital letter 'M', a position that filled her with a mix of shame and excitement. She clung to Michael's shoulders, panting heavily.

Michael held her legs, lifting and lowering her body in a steady rhythm. Each time she came down, his erection went deep inside her.

Even though Isabella had Michael's shoulders for support, she was still scared of falling. She pressed herself tightly against him, his firm chest and abs giving her a strong sense of security.

"Isabella, I'm gonna come," Michael gasped in her ear.

The next moment, Isabella felt Michael's movements stop abruptly. His erection pulsed, and she felt the hot jets of his release inside her.

Isabella bit her lip tightly, but a scream of pleasure still escaped.

Michael held her close as their mixed fluids dripped onto the bathroom floor.

Isabella breathed heavily, but Michael's breathing remained steady.

Michael lowered her gently and murmured teasingly, "Are you tired? 'Cause I'm not, so can you help me out again?"

Blushing, Isabella nodded. After they finished their shower and came out of the bathroom, they started their second round.

Isabella lay naked on the bed as Michael's erection returned.

"Come on, Isabella. Let's try a different position this time," Michael said.

Isabella looked at Michael in confusion. The next moment, he flipped her onto her side, lay behind her, lifted one of her legs, and entered her again.

"Michael, you jerk, you should let me prepare first," Isabella said, half-annoyed, half-embarrassed, as she lightly slapped his arm.

"Next time, I'll remember," Michael promised, his hips moving rhythmically. Isabella's moans filled the room.

Isabella gripped the bedsheets tightly, the intense pleasure making it hard for her to breathe.

Just as Isabella was getting used to this position, Michael changed it again.

"Isabella, lift your hips," Michael said, holding her waist and positioning her.

Isabella propped herself up on her elbows, feeling Michael thrusting behind her. She moaned with each movement, her breasts swaying with the rhythm.

The room was filled with the sound of their bodies moving together, growing faster and faster. Isabella's moans reached a peak.

"Isabella, I'm coming!" Michael said, gripping her hips tightly as he drove himself deep inside her, releasing his hot seed.

After their exertions, both of them finally felt the fatigue setting in and were able to fall into a deep sleep. When they woke up, it was already time for dinner.

At the dinner table, Kenna looked at the blush on Isabella's face and seemed to guess what they had been doing in the room earlier.

Isabella's face kept getting redder by the minute. She kept her head down, awkwardly eating her food.

Scarlett and Lucas were also at the dinner. Suddenly Scarlett said, "Since Isabella is here, she should enjoy the local traditions. How about we go hunting tomorrow?"

Isabella was taken aback, then looked at Michael, seeking his opinion.