CHAPTER 305: HE LIKES TEASING ME [M]

Every time Primrose called out her husband’s name, something soft bloomed in her chest. Just saying it made her feel warm, like love itself had curled up inside her heart.

"I also like saying your name, Primrose ..." Edmund whispered beside her ear, his voice deep and husky. "My Primrose."

She opened her mouth to answer, but all that came out was a breathless moan when he pushed his manhood deeper inside her. She clung to him tightly, wrapping her legs around his waist as he began thrusting into her a little rougher.

"Mhm ..." Primrose whimpered softly, biting his shoulder when the pleasure became too much to contain.

Her entire body jolted when he brushed that sweet, hidden spot inside her, the one that made her toes curl and her mind go blank. Her head fell back, lips parting in a silent gasp.

"Does this spot make you feel good?" Edmund asked, his lips brushing her skin as he spoke.

Primrose honestly didn’t understand why he still needed to ask when he had already found that spot more times than she could count.

She realized he was only teasing her, trying to make her flustered by forcing her to admit it. Honestly, she never expected Edmund to become such an annoyingly playful man once he got better at expressing himself.

"Does it not feel good?" Edmund slowed his pace on purpose, dragging out every second, leaving her trembling in frustration.

Finally, unable to hold back, she whispered shyly, her voice low and shaky, "It ... feels good." Primrose avoided his gaze as he stared at her intensely. "When you touch me there ... it feels so good."

Edmund didn’t waste another word after that. His movements grew faster, his hips snapping against hers as he drove into her deeper and harder, hitting that sweet spot over and over without mercy.

"Edmund—ahh!" Primrose cried out, her nails digging into his back as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her legs tightened around his waist, holding him closer, as if she didn’t want to let him go.

He kissed the side of her neck, whispering between heavy breaths, "My Primrose ... you’re so beautiful like this."

Beautiful?

She could hardly believe it. She didn’t think there was anything beautiful about the way she must have looked while Edmund was pounding into her so hard she nearly screamed.

Her hair was a mess, scattered wildly around her face, tangled from the way she kept tossing her head back in pleasure. Sometimes, Edmund would slip his hand beneath her head, cradling it gently just so he could hold her closer as he moved inside her.

Her voice kept trembling, her breath stuttering each time he thrust deeper, each time her body lit up in sparks just for him.

Not long after, Primrose felt something building inside her and ready to explode. Her whole body trembled, her breaths coming faster and faster.

Without thinking, her fingers tangled in Edmund’s hair, clutching him so hard she was sure she must have pulled a few strands loose.

"Edmund—!" Primrose cried out, her voice cracking as the pressure inside her finally exploded. Her body arched against him, trembling uncontrollably as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.

Edmund stopped moving for a moment, tightening his hold on her waist to keep her close while she shuddered in his arms. He kissed her damp cheek, whispering beside her ear, "Shh ... it’s alright. Let it out."

Primrose buried her face in the curve of his neck, her soft cries muffled against his skin. She wasn’t crying out of pain or sadness, but because she felt too much pleasure, too much emotion that her heart felt like it could burst.

Edmund’s hand slowly moved up and down her back, tracing the curve of her spine, like he was trying to calm every little tremble left in her. "Are you alright?" he asked in such a sweet voice that it made Primrose want to cry even more.

When her trembling finally eased and her breath returned to normal, she slowly loosened her arms around him. Nodding faintly, she whispered, "I’m fine."

He cupped her cheek, brushing her damp skin with his thumb like she was something fragile. "Do you want me to keep going?" he asked, his deep voice filled with patience and care.

Despite the fire in his eyes, he held himself back, focused only on her comfort because tonight, nothing mattered more to him than cherishing his wife.

Primrose’s cheeks were still flushed, but she smiled softly. "Yes ... but I want you to feel good too."

When he touched her sweet spot, it sent shudders of pleasure through her, but since that spot wasn’t buried too deep inside, Edmund never pushed his entire manhood into her.

Even though he didn’t seem to mind, Primrose knew deep down that he was holding himself back for her sake.

"What do you mean?" Edmund asked softly, brushing his thumb across her cheek. "I already feel good whenever I see you feeling good."

Primrose let out a small giggle, her lips curling into a smile. "That’s sweet," she whispered. "But I’m serious. Don’t just think about me ... I want you to feel good too. Do you want to try another position?"

She knew his favorite was having her on top of him, but she also knew he’d never let her do that tonight. He’d worry about her legs giving out.

So instead, she decided to ask what kind of position he preferred without making him worry about her condition.

"I have one in mind," Edmund murmured. "Can I try it?"

Primrose already knew what he had in mind, so she nodded without hesitation. "Of course."

Edmund carefully lifted her, laying her back down so her head rested against the pillow. He slipped out of her just for a moment, then moved behind her, his chest pressed against her back. Gently, he lifted one of her legs, guiding it open before sliding his manhood back inside her from behind.

Primrose curled her toes and leaned the back of her head against Edmund’s shoulder. In that position, she could feel him sliding in even deeper, while his other hand found its way to her breast, gently squeezing and caressing as if he couldn’t get enough of her.