Chapter 17: Does He Want to Suck Me Dry?! [M]
His fingers brushed against the fabric of her bandeau, tracing the soft material with a light touch. Primrose held her breath as he reached the knot at her back, hesitating for only a second before pulling it loose.
As the bandeau slipped from her body, her bare breasts were exposed to him, like a feast laid out before a starving man.
Edmund lowered himself, his mouth hovering just inches from her skin, so close that Primrose could feel the heat of his breath against her sensitive skin.
He hadn't even touched her yet, but her nipples were already hard, reacting to nothing more than his gaze.
How was that even possible?!
And to make things worse, she was getting even wetter that she could feel the slick warmth oozing out of her with every slight movement of her legs.
"Don't just stare at me like that," she murmured, torn between the urge to cover herself and the undeniable craving for his touch.
Edmund didn't respond because he was too busy admiring his wife's breasts.
[Holy—]
[They're so soft ... so round... so perfect.]
[I've heard that a woman's nipples are sensitive. How about my wife's? What will happen if I touch them?]