Chapter 369: Let Me Take Responsibility [M]
Edmund was right.
Primrose loved this kind of position. It might have been ordinary, but it was still her favorite.
She had probably said it many times before, but there was nothing she liked more than sitting on her husband’s lap. No matter how often they did it, she never grew tired of it.
"Dr. Celdric said this position is very intimate, and I don’t have to worry about pressing on your stomach by mistake." Edmund sat on the edge of the bed while Primrose settled on his lap. "And this way, I can kiss you whenever I want."
But instead of kissing her lips, Edmund slid down the thin strap of her nightgown and kissed her shoulder.
The nightgown seemed made to be worn for only a few minutes because after that, it became completely useless.
Her breasts were already exposed the moment Edmund tugged the fabric down a little. "My wife ... you feel so soft here," he said while kneading her breasts.
[Her breasts fit perfectly in my hands, and maybe they’re the softest things I’ve ever touched.]
[Oh, she’s trembling so much.]
"Nghh ...."
It had been so long since Primrose felt his touch. That was why every brush of his fingers felt like fire spreading through her body.
"You really never touched yourself?" Edmund asked, his eyes filled with desire. "Not even when I wasn’t here?"
Primrose bit her lip, trying to hold back a moan as his fingers rolled over her hardened nipple. After a pause, she whispered, "No ... I was always too sleepy. I never had the energy to do it."
"No wonder ...." He lowered his head and blew warm air over her sensitive skin. "Your body is so sensitive right now."
Then, without warning, his mouth closed around her nipple. He sucked gently again and again until it grew harder, then circled it with his tongue. His other hand teased her other breast; kneading, pinching, and rubbing until Primrose’s moans grew louder and her chest arched toward him.
"E-Edmund ...." The longer he played with her nipples, the heavier her breathing became. She could feel herself growing wet below, and when she shifted her hips even slightly, she could hear the slick sounds from between her thighs.
Her face flushed hot as shame and pleasure tangled together. He had barely touched any other part of her, and yet she already felt like she was on the edge of heaven.
"Edmund ... don’t keep playing with them," Primrose said, but at the same time, she pressed his head against her chest to keep him there.
The more he sucked and teased her, the harder it became to hold back the storm building inside her. Her legs trembled, and she bounced lightly on his lap as the pleasure built higher and higher.
"Mhmm ...." Primrose hugged his head tightly as her orgasm burst through her.
Edmund immediately stopped his movements, letting his wife experience her first orgasm after so long without his touch.
Once the ecstasy faded, Primrose hid her face in her hands, her cheeks burning. All that slipped from her lips was a faint whimper, leaving her even more flustered.
She never imagined she could have an orgasm just from her nipples alone!
Edmund hadn’t even touched her lower body, yet the pleasure had already been so intense it left her trembling.
"Why are you hiding?" Edmund gently pulled her hands away and kissed her cheek. "There’s nothing wrong with being sensitive. Besides ... I haven’t touched you for a long time."
He was right! It wasn’t her body’s fault, it was his fault for neglecting her—she knew it wasn’t his fault—but since he had made it up to her by giving her such bliss, Primrose decided to forgive him!
"Are you already tired?" Edmund asked.
Primrose wanted to shake her head, but instead, she found herself nodding. "Mhm ... I want a kiss."
Without saying a word, Edmund leaned in and kissed her deeply, letting his saliva slip into her mouth to replenish her energy.
At the same time, his hands slid her nightgown up to her waist, the poor purple fabric now nothing more than a useless accessory bunched around her hips.
"You’re already this wet, my wife," Edmund whispered as his hand moved lower, only to find that her honeypot was already overflowing with sweetness.
"I-it’s your fault!" Primrose turned her face away, cheeks burning. "I wouldn’t be like this if it weren’t for you."
"Yes, it’s my fault." Edmund didn’t even try to deny it. He only nodded with the obedience of a man hopelessly in love and said softly, "That’s why ... let me take responsibility."
Moments later, Primrose clung to his shoulders, her nails digging in as he guided himself into her wet core. Because she was already drenched, he had no trouble entering her, even though she hadn’t been touched for nearly a month.
"Edmund ... nghh." She writhed on top of him, resting her head on his shoulder as the sudden wave of pleasure hit her. "It ... it feels so good."
Her body moved on its own, desperate for more of him. The moment he filled her completely, her hips began to rock against his, pumping and grinding without any hesitation.
Edmund held her back, making sure his wife wouldn’t accidentally slip and fall while she moved on top of him so eagerly.
When Primrose tilted her head back, he showered her neck with kisses, nipping at her skin again and again as if he wanted to claim every inch of her as his own.
Her arms slid around his neck, pulling him closer as she searched desperately for his lips, her body trembling with both exhaustion and desire.
Primrose slowed her movements as their lips met, savoring the kiss. Without realizing it, her fingers tangled in the back of Edmund’s hair, forcing him to tilt his head up so she could kiss him more easily.
At the same time, his hands slid down to her hips, guiding her up and down on top of him with steady strength.
"Oh ... Edmund!" Primrose cried softly, wrapping her arms around him as he took control, moving her body so she no longer had to struggle.