211 [Bonus chapter] Touch (4)

Alessandra's hands gripped the bed sheet as Edgar continued to torture her chest. Never in her life had she experienced anything like what Edgar was doing to her now. The first time he had touched her breast did not compare to now. Had she known it would have felt this good, Alessandra would have let him do it long ago.

Her insecurities were long forgotten as she only thought about herself and Edgar.

Meanwhile, Edgar continued to enjoy hearing Alessandra occasionally call his name and how her breath hitched every now and then. With her focused on what he was doing with her chest, Edgar removed his hand from her right breast which he had tortured enough, and placed it right above her sex.

"Relax," he encouraged Alessandra after he felt her body become rigid from his touch. The nightdress was the only thing between his hand and her most private part. He waited for when her body did not feel tensed before his hand found its way under her night dress.

Edgar paused immediately when Alessandra touched his other arm. "No?" He questioned, needing confirmation if this was too much for her. They had gone far enough and if she wanted, he had no issue stopping here.

"Oh sorry," Alessandra removed her hand. She had touched him in the spur of the moment. Her mind was panicking but she did not want him to stop what he intended to do. So far she had enjoyed everything he had done and Edgar had not hurt her. She was grateful for the continuous times he would make sure she was alright and ready to stop if she wasn't."You can continue," she said.

To help ease her nerves, Edgar gave her a short kiss on the lips before continuing. He then touched the warmth in between her legs and felt his ego boosted as he felt the wetness. "There is no doubt you are turned on," he informed her. "You are already soaking wet for me."

Alessandra turned her head to the side to look away from him and tried to squeeze her legs shut but Edgar did not allow her to.

Edgar kept watching her face, not wanting to miss any of the expressions she was making. "Open your legs for me, Alessandra," he requested but the tone of his voice made it sound like an order.

As if in a trance from his words, Alessandra opened her legs to allow his hand to touch her.

"Good girl."

"I am not a pet," Alessandra muttered.

Edgar chuckled as only Alessandra would find a way to argue with him at this moment. "That response tells me," he stroked her sex with one finger, bringing out a new expression he wish he could have painted but then he would have to kill the painter.

"You are not as shy as you appear to argue with me right now."

"Ugh," Alessandra opened her mouth, having something to say but no words left her mouth. There was a fluttery sensation in her chest as Edgar stroked her there.

"Have you ever touched yourself? Before or during our marriage?" Edgar could not help being curious.

"I-I have never," Alessandra managed to reply.

"Hmm. You are not lying to me about not doing it throughout our marriage, are you?"

Alessandra looked Edgar in the eye to show how honest was. "I have never lied to you. I have never," her voice died down when he pressed a finger against her.

"I know. I was only toying with you, Alessandra. This might hurt a little bit but it will get better. I promise," Edgar reassured her right before he slipped one finger inside. She was wet enough for him to slip inside with ease. He heard her hiss from the intrusion of his finger and kept still until she got familiar with it. "Relax your body. That's it."

Edgar paid no mind to her nails being dug into his skin after her left hand held onto his arm. He slowly pumped his finger in and out of her, wanting her to get used to it. "If it is too much, tell me and I will stop right away."

Alessandra continued to dig her hands into Edgar's hand until his finger inside of her started to feel good and she was able to relax her body. "I am fine," she said.

Edgar increased the pace of his finger inside of her and occasionally stopped on the inside to tease her. He added another finger inside which was welcomed by a moan leaving Alessandra's mouth.

"Edgar," she called his name then bit her lip.

"Do not hold back your cries. I want to hear all of them," he stated right before adding a third finger. He felt her body tense up for a moment before relaxing again. His fingers were coated in her fluid, aiding him in pumping his fingers in and out of her easily.

He could feel that she was near the way she started to clamp down on his fingers. Edgar could not help but imagine how dangerously good it would feel to replace his fingers with his length and bury himself deep inside of her until there was nothing left to fill her with. His member ached in his pants to be let out and join the party.

This obsession that had formed for Alessandra was becoming dangerous by the day. Soon she would have complete control over him. Perhaps she already did but he had never noticed it.

"Edgar there's something building," Alessandra painted.

"Don't hold it back," he said before taking her breast back into his mouth while his fingers continued to pleasure her.

Alessandra found it hard to breathe now that Edgar was back to licking, sucking, and tugging her breast all while his fingers drove her crazy. She finally gave in and released what had built up inside of her. Her body slightly shook as something left her sex and Edgar removed his fingers.

Edgar licked her nipple one last time before he raised his head and brought his fingers up to show her the mess he created. "How did it feel to cum for the first time my dear wife?" He asked as he eyed the substance on his fingers. Having no shame, he licked his fingers to get a better taste of her.

Alessandra blushed, finding it unbelievable he would lick his hand after what he had done. "You!" She covered her face with her hands.