Chapter 226

Isla’s heart beat fast as she looked into Gabriel’s eyes. His words were rough and full of need. She nodded again, her smile soft and sure. This was for him, her husband, the man she loved more than anything. Not out of duty, but out of deep care. She wanted to make him feel good, to show him how much she cherished their bond, even in this tender time after their baby’s birth.

She slid down his body slowly, her hands steady on his thighs. Isla’s fingers hooked into the waistband of his pants. She tugged them down, inch by inch, revealing the strong lines of his legs. He lifted his hips to help, his breath catching. The fabric whispered as it slid off, pooling at the foot of the bed.

Next came his briefs. Isla’s touch was light, almost reverent. She pulled them down too, freeing his cock. It sprang up, hard and thick, already leaking at the tip.

A bead of pre-cum glistened there, proof of how much he wanted her. Her chest warmed with love. She saw the veins pulsing along his length, the way it throbbed in the cool air. He was beautiful to her, every part of him.

“God, Isla,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. His hand reached out, brushing her hair back. She met his gaze, her eyes full of affection. Leaning in, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft. It felt hot in her palm, smooth skin over firm muscle. She stroked him gently at first, up and down, feeling him twitch under her touch.The slickness from his tip coated her hand, making the motion easy. Gabriel groaned, his head falling back against the pillow. His bandaged hand gripped the sheet, careful not to strain it.

Isla’s own body stirred, a soft ache building between her legs. But this was about him. She loved seeing his face relax, the tension from his day melting away. Her strokes grew firmer, twisting slightly at the head.

She watched his cock leak more, the clear fluid dripping down. Leaning closer, she kissed the tip softly, her lips brushing the sensitive skin. Gabriel’s hips bucked a little, a soft curse escaping him. “You feel so good,” he whispered, his free hand stroking her cheek.

She smiled against his length, then she parted her lips.

Her tongue flicked out, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. It was too good, too intimate-a taste that was just theirs.

Slowly, she took the head into her mouth, sucking lightly.

Her tongue swirled around it, tracing the ridge. Gabriel’s breath bitched, his chest rising fast. Isla hummed softly, the vibration making him moan louder. She loved this power she had over him, the way she could bring him pleasure with such simple acts.

Deeper now. She slid her mouth down his length, taking more of him in. Her lips stretched around his girth, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. One hand stayed at the base, stroking what she couldn’t fit. The other cupped his balls,gentle and massaging. They felt heavy, full. Gabriel’s fingers tangled in her hair, not pushing, just holding.” Ista… my love,” he panted, his voice thick with emotion.

She glanced up, meeting his eyes-dark with desire, but shining with love.

She bobbed her head, setting a rhythm. Up and down, her mouth wet and warm around him. Sativa mixed with his pre-cum, dripping down her chin. The sounds filled the room —wet slurps, his deep groans, her soft breaths.

Isla’s heart swelled. This connection between them was raw and real. After the birth, the nights of worry and healing, this felt like coming home. She wanted him to know she was here, fully, even if her body needed time.

Gabriel’s hips started to move, shallow thrusts matching her pace. “You’re good at this,” he said, voice breaking. Isla took him deeper, relaxing her throat. She gagged a little at first, but pushed through, wanting to give him everything. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside of his cock, feeling every vein. She sucked harder, her hand twisting in time with her mouth. His balls tightened under her fingers, a sign he was close.

But she slowed, teasing him. Pulling back until just the tip was in her mouth, she licked the slit, drawing out more pre-cum. Gabriel whined, a needy sound that made her smile inside. “Please,” he begged, his hand tightening in her hair. Isla’s love for him deepened —this vulnerability, this trust. She was his wife after all, pleasing him is pleasing herself.She dove back in, faster now. Her head moved quickly, mouth working him relentlessly. Gabriel’s control slipped.

His thrusts grew harder, fucking into her mouth with urgency. Ista welcomed it, her hands gripping his thighs for balance. She moaned around him, the vibration pushing him closer. Tears pricked her eyes from the depth, but she didn’t stop. This was for them, their love made physical.

“Fuck, Isla… I’m close,” he growled, his body tensing. She nodded slightly, sucking harder, urging him on. His cock swelled in her mouth, pulsing. With a deep groan, he thrust one last time, hard and deep. Hot cum spilled out, flooding her mouth. Rope after rope, thick and salty. Isla swallowed, taking every drop, her throat working around him. Gabriel’s body shook, his release long and intense.

She kept sucking gently as he came down, milking him until he softened. Pulling off with a soft pop, she licked her lips, wiping her chin. Gabriel pulled her up immediately, wrapping her in his arms. His kiss was tender, tasting himself on her tongue. “I love you so much,” he whispered, holding her close. Isla snuggled against his chest, her heart full.

She silently praised herself for giving him the pleasure he craved. If her body is still healing, she can at least do this much for her love.