Primrose's legs instinctively tightened around Edmund's neck, holding him in place. He had no choice but to push his tongue even deeper into her wet honeypot, and she could only moan at the overwhelming pleasure.
When he pressed the vibrating pebble directly against her clit, a violent shiver ran through her body. Her back arched off the bed, and she pushed Edmund's head down harder, almost afraid he wouldn't be able to breathe.
But the less air he had, the more excited he became. His mind was dizzy with desire, and for a wild second, he thought he wouldn't even mind dying here, buried in her sweetness.
Of course, that was ridiculous. Primrose would never let him die in such an embarrassing way.
[Wife, are you feeling good?] Edmund's voice echoed in her mind when her body stopped trembling and her legs loosened their grip around his neck. [Did I do it right?]
