Clifford chuckled. "Come on, love… you'll spoil it…"

"Spoil what?"

"Well, you know.."

Ingrid rolled her eyes when she realized what he meant by what he said. But in truth, she liked the idea of taking a bath with her husband for the first time. She feels giddy and ashamed at the same time. She's curious what might the feeling be.

Clifford extended his hand to a.s.sist her to stand up. She looked at his hand then to his face, who is smiling brightly. Ingrid blinked a few times to look over her decision and gulped at the thought of being naked in front of him.

"Don't be afraid, love. I won't bite… promise…" he said teasing.

Ingrid reached out for his hand and holds to it tightly. She searched for some a.s.surance in his eyes and he did not disappoint her. His gaze is burning, not with l.u.s.t, but of longing, that kind of longing that by simple touch from her is enough for him to melt in pa.s.sion.

They strode to the bathroom which is as large as their room that upon entering it gives you the ambience of comfort and luxury.

Clifford entered first and then led her near the bathtub, a.s.sisting her to sit at its top.

"Just sit here while I prepare our – I mean– your bath…"

Clifford's moved away from her to reach for the faucet spout and the water gushed out. His movements are swift. He touched the water to make sure that her body is well suited to the water's temperature.

Ingrid is well pleased at the sight of Clifford. She loved looking him, at his muscled arms, his chest and she imagined to be held by him once again. She could not help it but smile at thought of it.

'Hmm might I give him a reward…' she thought.

When he's almost finished, Clifford then s.h.i.+fted his gaze to Ingrid only to find out that his wife is already staring at him with much fascination and admiration and that he could almost see and feel her emotion.

Was it… desire?

Then she spoke, her voice is soft and seems to be in tinge of awkwardness.

"Love… will you help me to… undress?" Clifford's desire flickered which made him gulped.

"My pleasure…"

He walked over to her but to his surprise Ingrid suddenly stood up exactly the same time he stopped in front of her, almost staggering which did not stop her to meet him with fiery gaze.

Their eyes met. Her gaze did not cringe, settling it on him.

"Kiss me…" she demanded.

Without warning he pulled her to him but still minding the cast on her arm. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s pressed against her chest and he was suddenly burning as a man who had been parched in the sun on the hottest summer day.

Ingrid wrapped her arm around his neck while Clifford lowered his head just enough so that he could press his lips to hers.

'ah.. but my wife is sweet. The sweetest mouth he'd ever tasted.' He murmured in his thoughts.

They may have shared some kiss before but this time it's different. He gave in to the urge to possess that delectable mouth and he returned her kiss in full measure.

His tongue caressed over her lips, coaxing and enticing her to let him in. Ingrid hesitated for a moment but then she parted her mouth, allowing his tongue to thrust inside.

How he love kissing Ingrid.

For Clifford kissing is almost as intimate as the act of lovemaking itself. It should not be hurried but as an expression of regard.

Ingrid timidly strikes her tongue over Clifford and as he deepened the kiss, she's as well exploring his mouth in the same manner he' exploring hers.

When they finally break away, they're panting. Ingrid's cheeks flushed in red but her eyes are full of delight. Ingrid touched her husband's lips and then she touched hers, her finger lingered over her lower lip that's swollen from the pa.s.sionate kiss they shared.

Clifford looked at Ingrid's expression as she looked at him that makes his entire body raged with awakening desire to take her and to possess her. He suddenly comes to a halt when he realizes his wife's condition.

The man released a breathy sigh. The effort to control himself is enormous. He counted in his mind before he spoke.

"It's time for your bath…" his voice is hoa.r.s.e and his breath is unstable.

Ingrid felt a little frustration over their situation. The kiss they shared is so pa.s.sionate that she's almost lost in it and her mind swirled in pleasure. Breathtaking kiss it is. She heaved a sigh and nodded to him.

"Undress me please…" she demanded again and did not realize how her husband struggled over the temptation she's giving him.

Clifford rubs his lips and then to his chin, gritting his jaw.

"Goodness! Woman you're driving me mad!!" he groaned and grunted. Ingrid choked at his words.

The man doesn't know how tempted she is right now to be taken and to be possessed by him. She could only close her eyes and toss down her desire as she looks at her cast.

On the other hand, Clifford's arousal intensified. He licked his lips and then he went to Ingrid's back to untie her hospital gown. As he to untie the gown, his throat runs dry when he saw the flawless skin of his wife. His breath becomes heavy and his fingers are shaking.

Ingrid feels chilly as the tips of his fingers brushes slightly on her shoulders then on one of her arms. In fleeting seconds, the gown fell to the floor which left Ingrid only with a piece of her undies.

The woman expunged away her inhibitions and slowly turned to him, exposing herself. After all, he is her legally wedded husband.

Her nipples are hardened and her skin p.r.i.c.kled by the intensity of his stare.

"Oh, you're so beautiful." Clifford gasped at the beautiful sight of his enchanting wife.