Adrian handed a few gold coins to the innkeeper, securing a room for the night.
The innkeeper, a kindly older man with a knowing glint in his eye, handed over a brass key, whispering, "Second floor, last door on the left. Enjoy your evening."
With a nod of thanks, Adrian guided Isabella up the narrow staircase, their fingers intertwined, each step adding to the anticipation that hung between them.
When they reached the room, Adrian opened the door, revealing a small, cozy space with a large bed, draped with soft, white linens and accented by a low-burning lamp that cast a warm, gentle glow across the room.
A faint scent of lavender filled the air, adding a subtle sweetness to the atmosphere.
They entered, and Isabella moved toward the bed, sitting down with a soft sigh as she glanced around. Adrian took a seat beside her, his hand resting over hers.
"This was... such a wonderful day," Isabella murmured, her voice soft and full of emotion as she looked into his eyes.
"Thank you, Adrian. I can't remember the last time I felt so carefree."
Adrian smiled, his gaze steady and warm as he held her hand a little tighter. "I'm just glad I could be here with you, to make it all memorable. You deserved every bit of joy today."
Isabella's smile grew, her eyes shimmering. "You don't know how much it means to me. I feel safe with you, Adrian, more than I ever have."
She paused, lowering her gaze, a soft blush rising to her cheeks as she added, "It's like… all I've ever wanted was for someone to look at me the way you do."
Adrian's hand lifted to gently touch her face, guiding her gaze back up to meet his. His voice was tender as he replied, "I'll always look at you this way. You're everything to me, my dear wife."
For a moment, they sat in comfortable silence, the warmth of the room embracing them as they held each other's gaze.
Slowly, Adrian leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers until the last second when he finally closed them, his lips meeting hers.
Their lips met with a gentle urgency, the softness of Isabella's mouth yielding to Adrian's assertive yet tender touch. Adrian's hand slid from her face to the nape of her neck, pulling her closer as their kiss deepened. Isabella responded by wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing herself against him as if trying to merge their bodies into one.Adrian's tongue slipped between her lips, seeking entrance, and Isabella eagerly opened for him.
Their tongues danced together, exploring each other with a feverish intensity that made their breaths quicken.
The taste of Isabella was intoxicating, a blend of sweetness and something uniquely hers that Adrian couldn't get enough of.
He nibbled gently on her lower lip, earning a soft moan from her that vibrated through his mouth.
Withdrawing slightly, Adrian looked into Isabella's eyes, seeing the desire mirrored there. "Are you okay doing in this inn, my love?" he asked softly, though his voice betrayed his own mounting passion.
Isabella nodded, her cheeks flushed with arousal. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "Please, Adrian."
Smiling, Adrian stood and began to undress, his movements slow and deliberate, allowing Isabella to drink in the sight of him.
His shirt came off first, revealing his broad shoulders and chiseled chest. Then his pants were discarded, leaving him in only his undergarments.
He watched as Isabella fumbled with the buttons of her dress, and he stepped forward to help her, his hands deftly unfastening them before sliding the fabric down her arms.
Isabella wore nothing beneath her dress but a simple chemise, which Adrian pushed up over her head, leaving her bare to his gaze.
She stood before him, her skin glowing in the soft light, her breasts heaving with each breath.
Adrian's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of her, his cock straining against the confines of his underwear.
He reached out, cupping her breasts in his hands, squeezing gently as he bent to take one nipple into his mouth.
Isabella gasped at the sensation, her hands clenching at his shoulders as he suckled hungrily. His tongue flicked across the sensitive peak, teasing it until it hardened further, and then he moved to the other breast, lavishing the same attention on it.
Isabella's hips bucked forward involuntarily, seeking friction where she needed it most. "Adrian," she whimpered, "please..."
Understanding her need, Adrian guided her to the bed, laying her down carefully. He knelt beside her, his eyes never leaving hers as he pulled off his remaining garments, freeing his throbbing erection.
Isabella's gaze dropped to his manhood, her breath catching in her throat. It was beautiful, thick and long, already glistening with pre-cum.
"Touch yourself," Adrian commanded softly, his voice rough with desire. "Show me how much you want this."
Isabella hesitated for only a moment before obeying. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached between her legs, parting her folds and finding her clit.
She circled it slowly, feeling the tension build within her. Adrian watched intently, his own need ratcheting higher with every flick of her fingers.
"That's it," he encouraged, his voice strained. "Let go, Isabella. Let me see you come undone."
Her breath hitched as she increased the pressure, her thumb brushing over her clit in fast, rhythmic strokes.
The pleasure was intense, building rapidly as she bit her lip to keep from crying out too soon.
But Adrian wasn't having it; he leaned down, capturing her nipple in his mouth once more, sucking hard just as she tipped over the edge.
Isabella cried out, her body arching off the bed as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her.
Adrian held her down, his mouth still working her nipple as her orgasm shook through her. When it finally subsided, she lay panting, her body slick with sweat and arousal.
"Now it's my turn," Adrian murmured, positioning himself between her spread thighs. But before he could continue, Isabella stopped him with a finger to his lips.
"Not like that," she said, her voice husky with desire. "I want to taste you. All of you."
Adrian smiled, his eyes dark with lust. "As you wish." He maneuvered himself so that he was lying on his back, his cock jutting up toward the ceiling.
Isabella wasted no time, shifting herself onto her knees and moving between his legs.
She wrapped her hand around his shaft, marveling at its size and heat, before leaning down to take the tip into her mouth.
Adrian groaned deeply, his hands gripping the sheets as Isabella's warm mouth enveloped him. She licked tentatively at first, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum.
Encouraged by his reaction, she took more of him into her mouth, her lips sliding down his length until she felt the flutter of denial near her throat.
She pulled back, gasping slightly, before diving down again, this time using her hand to stroke the part of him that wouldn't fit in her mouth.
Adrian's hips bucked involuntarily, his moans encouraging her to take even more of him. Her free hand reached down to tease her own clit again, the dual stimulation pushing her close to another climax.
But she wasn't done with Adrian yet. Withdrawing completely, she shifted her position until she was straddling his face, her pussy hovering just above his mouth.
"Eat me, Adrian," she demanded, her voice thick with need.