209 Touch (2)
“Let’s start with a simple game. Touch me for one minute and you must not shy away. I have caught you sneaking glances at me many times so now this is your chance to do as you please,” Edgar took one step back for her to have a perfect view of his upper body.
“Where do I have to touch you?” Alessandra shyly asked. Her cheeks felt warm though she had not touched him yet.
Edgar was glad to see Alessandra accept the game with ease. “That’s the fun part. You can touch me anywhere you desire. Do what has always been on your mind. Go on.”
Alessandra kept her hands on Edgar’s shoulders for a moment until she found the confidence to do as he requested. She figured this must bring Edgar some sort of pleasure so she wished to give it to him.
Her hands slowly slid from his shoulder, past his chest, and stopped at his well-defined stomach decorated with abs that clouded her mind each time he went without a shirt. Alessandra followed the lines with her fingers and wondered how many years it had taken for Edgar’s body to become this fit.
After she had traced every inch of his stomach, Alessandra did not know where else she was meant to touch him. She did not dare go any lower so the only option was to go back up. In the end, she palmed Edgar’s face and admired his beauty. When did her luck change to end up with such a husband?
“You just fell for me, didn’t you?” Edgar could not resist asking. He was hoping she would take this time to do so much more but he enjoyed her gentle touch.
Alessandra removed her hands from palming his face and said, “I realized I have gained luck to be married to a man like you. The world must finally be on my side.”
“No,” Edgar picked up her hand and kissed the back of it. “Luck has nothing to do with it. You were the one to approach me with the idea for us to be together. I still find myself amused by that night.”
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“And I find myself wondering how I got you to agree with it,” Alessandra chuckled.
Edgar memorized Alessandra’s face as she laughed without being cautious of her scats. “Alessandra,” he said her name to get her attention. He caressed her left cheek with his hand. “I need a taste of you,” he used his other hand which was once on her waist to pull her against his body, careful to not pull her off the counter.
Alessandra’s heart felt as if it would jump out of her throat as Edgar neared her with the clear intention to kiss her. Without thinking about her actions, Alessandra perked her body to reach up to meet his lips. She closed her eyes as soon as their lips touched and the nervousness she felt somehow went away.
Seeing her close the gap between them was the last straw that broke Edgar’s control. He had been waiting too long to kiss her.
Needing her closer as their lips moved in sync, Edgar once again lifted her into his arms and hooked his hands right under her buttocks to hold her up. He genuinely intended for it to be a soft gentle kiss to ease her into it but the need to feel her made him do otherwise.
He hungrily kissed her as if it would be the first and only time he would have the opportunity to kiss her. Her warm breath tickled his nose due to their closeness.
Unable to resist it, Edgar gently squeezed her buttocks and was rewarded with a sweet moan from Alessandra against his lips. The sound surprised Alessandra as she had never made such a sound before but it had probed Edgar to bite her lip and when she gasped, he stuck his tongue inside her mouth to taste more of her.
Edgar could not refrain from laughing when he tasted the familiar alcohol they shared the night they played the drinking game. She must have taken it while she was getting dressed for courage. He did not mind it as she had not drunk it to the point she became drunk and was not in her best mind where they should not be continuing this.
Alessandra, on the other hand, was worried if she was kissing him right. She was not aware tongues were meant to be used so when Edgar shoved his tongue inside her mouth, she was unsure of what to do but did not wish to tell him to stop. She tried her best to follow his movement with her tongue.
“Ah,” she gasped once again when Edgar squeezed her buttocks again. There was a lump in her throat and a feeling building up in her stomach. Alessandra opened her eyes as Edgar drifted away from her and blushed at the sight of saliva breaking apart between them. She looked away to hide her embarrassment and asked, “D-Did I do it right?”
“Oh boy,” Edgar bit his lip as he found her naivety and innocence to be a turn-on. “You did well Alessandra but it is not over yet,” he placed her on the counter once again and turned her head to face him. “Will you allow me to see more of you?”
“What do you mean?” Alessandra asked as he was seeing all of her now.
Edgar hooked his finger around one of the straps holding her night dress up and pulled it down a bit for her to get what he meant. “I want to remove this. Only the top while the bottom remains covered. Can I?”
Alessandra was certain her face must be bright red and wished there wasn’t so much light in the kitchen to hide it. She nodded her head permitting him to do as he wanted but she had one request. “We should go to our bedroom. The kitchen is not the right place to be doing this.”
Edgar begged to differ. “As long as I desire you the location shall never matter but I will follow your request for tonight,” he hoisted her up to take her to the privacy of their bedroom.