"Is that how you coax someone?"
"Then how should I coax you?"
Isabella Weaver couldn't answer; she didn't know how to coax someone either.
Harry Hunter's warm hand slid down from her collarbone, caressing every sensitive spot, sliding down along her abdomen.
He lightly bit her lip and asked, "Did you apply the ointment today?"
Isabella felt her whole body heating up, her voice barely audible: "I did..."
"Let me see."
Isabella held down the blanket, not letting him see: "I'm going to sleep! You go turn off the light!"
Harry did go to turn off the light, then casually took off all his clothes, got into bed, and continued coaxing his little wife.
"Baby, does it still hurt? Should I apply more ointment?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore, no need!"
"Then let's go a bit deeper."
"No, it still hurts a little!"
"Did you not apply enough ointment? Let me put some on for you."
"No, no, no, I think... it doesn't hurt anymore..."
