Chapter 2 Last night was great
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Isabella POV
Warm rays of sunlight from the window settled on my face, making my eyes flutter slowly as I came alive.
My body ached with sweet pleasure. Last night had been pleasurable. It seemed that Raphael couldn't have enough of me. He kept reaching out to me until we were both spent.
Smiling and stifling a yawn, I reached for the other side of the bed to touch Raphael but was shocked to see it empty.
"Raph?" I called out as I pulled myself into a sitting position wondering where he was.
I pushed myself to the edge of the bed and padded barefoot towards the bathroom. When I got there, I knocked lightly on the door.
"Darling," I called out "Are you in there?"
There was no response, so I pushed open the door to discover it was empty. I peeked at the small kitchenette and the balcony but no one was there. Where did he go? My eyes traced to the bedside tables on each side of the bed hoping to see a note of some sort but it was empty.
It was so unlike Raphael.
Picking my way through my clothes strewn all over the floor, I grabbed my phone by the bedside table and dialled his number. He picked up at the second ring.
"Hey," A shy smile settled on my face as memories of last night flitted into my memory "Did you go out to get something?" I asked.
"Shoot!" I heard him sigh at the other end "I was going to call you but it kept slipping my mind. Sorry, I already went home,".
"You did?" My eyes widened with shock "Did something happen?" I asked.
"No dear," he said "I was at the bar and you were sleeping so beautifully that I didn't want to wake you. I'm sorry. Should I come pick you?"
"No dear," I sighed "I'll just come home on my own. By the way," I giggled "last night was great,".
"Last night?"
"Yes," I chuckled and sat cross-legged on the bed "But it was the best night ever. Like, I literally cannot stop thinking about how you loved me up, Raph. You were quite the stud and I never would have imagined,".
There was a long pause at the other end and for a minute, I thought he had gone off.
"Hello?" I called out.
"Yeah," he replied "I'm here just wondering if you're still asleep or drunk, you're saying a lot of strange things today,".
"Whatever," I laughed "See you home in a bit,".
When the call ended, I fell on the bed squealing with delight. My wedding night has been everything I had imagined it would be and maybe even more. I knew Raphael was shy and conscious about s*x.
In all our years of dating, he always shies away from the topic and his ears would turn red whenever I broach the subject but knowing he was so good in bed and my body sensitive to him was all I needed.
When I arrived home, I met Raphael arranging our clothes in a large box.
"Hey," I walked up to him and placed a kiss on his lips "I'm here,".
"Good," he gives me a small smile still folding clothes inside the box "Our flight is for 4pm later today. I picked out all of your favourite clothes. Do you still want to add more?" he asked.
"Nah, it's fine. Besides," I lowered my voice seductively "I'm sure I'll not be wearing all of those clothes,".
"Don't be vulgar, Isabella," his eyes turned red.
I smacked his bottom, laughing at the horror that appeared in his eyes as I did that. I giggled and ran into the bathroom.
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Honeymoon was on a small private island resort tucked away in the tropics that I had looked up from the internet.
When we arrived at the guest house we would be staying for a week, I gasped in delight when I noticed our room was on the beach. Gentle waves lapped at the shore as colorful birds flitted among the trees singing sweetly.
"It's so beautiful, Raph," I sighed "Don't you think?"
"It's okay," he said behind me, setting our bags on the floor.
"C'mon, let's go for a stroll," I urged extending a hand to him.
"Like right now?" he looked at me bewildered "We only just got in and we need to unpack our bags and...".
"We have six days to do that, darling. There's no rush, okay? Let's go,".
Ignoring his protest, I grabbed his hand and started towards the beach. I dug my leg into the sand, loving the way it felt around my feet. I spotted a few couples ahead of us, holding hands, kissing or just talking.
There was a drink booth at one side where we bought a fruit juice in a coconut pod. As we strolled, sipping at our drinks, I was trying to make small talks with Raphael who only responded with one-liners or grunted.
"Imagine, making love to me on the beach with the waves crashing behind us..." I turned to him eagerly, expecting an equally steamy response
"Seems all you think about is s*x," he shrugged avoiding my gaze.
"Well, it's normal. This is our honeymoon, Raphael and from what I read, a lot of s*x happens around this period,".
He didn't say anything, he murmured something about the air being too much and headed back to our cabin. I had no other choice but to follow him.
Later that night, after we've eaten dinner and showered, I put on one of the sexy lingerie I had packed for the trip, covering it up with a bathtub and went downstairs to meet Raphael who was reading by the fire place.
I grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses, hoping it would set the mood. Strutting down to where he was, I set the bottle of wine on the table beside him. He looked up from his book, his brows raised suspiciously.
"Hi..." he greeted.
I didn't respond. I untied the robe and slipped it from my shoulders, allowing it to pool at my ankles. I made sure I was standing directly at the light coming from the furnace since the lingerie was a see through and hoping it would drive him crazy.
"What are you doing?" he quizzed staring strangely at me.
I ignored him and struts up to him, letting my hair down. As I tried to straddle him, he quickly rises to his feet, staying afar from me.
"What are you doing, Isabella?" he asked again.
"What else?" I retorted angrily "Why are you acting like we're not married, Raph? I am a woman and I have needs, I'm sure you do too,".
"I didn't marry you for the s*x, Isabella," he sighed "I married you because I love you,".
I threw my hands up in the air in frustration, "I know that, Raphael but how can you express this love if we don't make love to each other. Married people fuck... it's legal,".
He ran his hand through his hair, "Fine, can we try another day? I'm just tired. The fatigue from the trip and wedding has finally gotten to me,".
I didn't want to sound like a nag because we were only two days old as married couples and I didn't want to fight with him.
"Okay," I nodded and picked up my discarded robe on the floor, settling it around my frame. "Rest up,".
The next day, it didn't get any better.
All my attempts at making Raphael make love to me, fell through. It was either he was tired or he didn't feel like. Whenever I tried to kiss him, he always withdrew or would only give me a light kiss on the cheeks or on my forehead.
He stopped laying on the bed with me because he was scared, I would try to touch him. By the third day of our stay, I was horny, frustrated and depressed.
I had exhausted all the knowledge on everything I knew about making your husband want you. For each one I tried, it seemed it repulsed him more than the last one.
"Why are you doing this to me, Raphael," I cried out in anguish
I had tried to give him a blow job as he was sleeping and he had awoken before I slipped his pants off.
"Don't you want me? Don't you desire me? Have you forgotten the first night or was it because I was so bad at it the first night? I promise, you can tell me what I'm doing wrong and I'll work on it,".
"I'm just not in the mood, Isabella. Can you understand that? I love you so much but right now... s*x is not a priority for me,".
"It is for me, Raph," I said, hating the way I was sounding pathetic. "Being intimate and s*x helps to bond couples. Besides, you should be concerned about my needs too,".
"Fine," he sighed again "I would get you s*x toys and...".
"s*x toys?" My mouth opened in a silent gasp "Is that how much you regret marryiung me?" I cried.
"I didn't say that, dear. Since you have such big appetite for sex...".
"I just want to be with my husband," I sobbed "Is it too much to ask. Or are you cheating on me already and fill guilty,".
"What! No!" he exclaimed "I love you, Isabella and there's no reason to cheat on you. I just don't feel like having s*x right now,".
Tear simmered in my eyes as I stared at him, confused and hurt. We've been over this several times and I wished he would be more forthcoming with his reasons but it was the same lame excuse of he was tired and didn't feel like. Made me wonder what got into him the first night.
"Let's just go," I said quietly.
"Go where?" he asked.
"Leave here. There's no reason for us to remain if there's no intimacy going on so...".
"So, s*x is intimacy for you?" he scoffed.
"Why would you give me something so sweet and deny me after?" I lashed out. It's no use staying here and pretending like our honeymoon is not going terribly,".
He stared at me for a while before he finally says. "Fine. I'll go to the receptionist desk and tell them our decision,".
Then he turned and left the room, making me feeling more miserable than I already was.
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