Flash Marriage: The Domineering Wife Chapter 404 – D.e.s.i.r.e

“Let me take you upstairs?” It came out as less of demand this time unlike before and Amy’s p.u.s.s.y became an ocean.

“Mm-hmm,” she nodded.

“You want to do this?”

She nodded again with pursed lips. If she opened her mouth, Amy feared the words that would come out.

She was so horny it had to unhealthy; she felt like her insides would burst from all of the pressure.

Drawing Edward closer, Amy initiated what would become a fiery kiss, giving as much as her lover had given her before.

Edward pulled away from her lips and inquired, “Where’s your room?”

“Door’s open.”

In her rush to quieten Edward’s incessant banging on her front door, Amy had left her door open as she ran out to the foyer.

It was the first door to the left of the landing but she was too dazed to let out that information.

Once they were at the top of the stairs, he would see the door standing ajar on its hinges. Hopefully, he kept his eyes away from her b.r.e.a.s.ts long enough for them not to miss their steps. 

Amy held on to Edward’s neck as tightly as she could burying her face in his c.h.e.s.t.

She drew in nose full breaths of him absorbing as much of his scent as she could so that even when he left her, she would never lose the fragrance. 

The journey to the top of the stairs did not take as much time for Edward was fuelled by his need to be united with the woman he loved.

With Amy still attached to his figure by the waist, he moved into the room and after kicking the door closed behind him, went straight for the bed.

With his knees anchored to the base of the bed, Edward slowly lowered Amy to the cold, silky sheets joining in only when he was sure she was comfortable.

He resumed kissing her from her neck down to her still exposed n.i.p.p.l.es which Edward was certain he would never get enough of. Amy’s m.o.a.ns flowed seamlessly from her lips, like they hadn’t taken a break at all.

The tension was still as strong as it had been when Edward first kissed her. His lips made her feel so good she was finding it difficult to believe that he was human.

Her fingers returned to his head and she began massaging his scalp again. She’d figured he likes it before because his fingers gripped her tighter and his lips s.u.c.k.l.e.d faster.

If she had more than two sets of fingers, all of them would be threaded in his hair. 

“You have the sweetest b.r.e.a.s.ts I have ever tasted.”

If the statement had been made under normal circ.u.mstances, Amy would have taken offence at it. “…ever tasted.”

It revealed, however subtly, that Edward had been with other women and the thought was enough to make the secretary jealous.

But Edward was there in bed with her and not any of the other women he might have had a run with.

He was confessing feelings to her and not them. In that moment, that was all she let herself think about and it made her m.o.a.n even louder. 

When Edward was done with her b.r.e.a.s.ts and ready to explore the rest of her body, he raised himself up a little and leaned forward to plant a peck on Amy’s cheek.

Then he rolled so that he lay close to her but beside and assessed her watery half-closed eyes and wondered if at all she could see him clearly.

Her lips were swollen from the force of his own and Edward smiled as he observed them. He ran a thumb over the bottom which was fuller than the upper lip and dropped a little at the edge.

“You taste good. Everywhere I have tasted is good. But there’s just one place I want to taste so badly.” 

The implication of his words were evident and Amy felt her centre, the very subject of Edward’s statement, throb with anticipation. But just to make things as exciting as she felt, Amy pretended like she had no idea what her lover was going on about. She asked,

“What place is that?”

Her voice was barely audible, slightly above a whisper but Edward still hovered above her and felt the breath released with each word. He chuckled at Amy’s feigned ignorance. 

“Why don’t I show you?”

Edward’s eyes missed Amy’s gulp for they had followed his fingers up from her knees and into her dress and when they came to rest right on her p.a.n.t.i.e.s, they returned to her face. 

Amy’s pulse had quickened by a double and her pupils dilated so much she almost looked like a puppy.

Her mouth was hung open in a m.o.a.n that came out as pants and her fingers dug hairlines into the sheets.

She was already stoned from the s.e.x that had not yet happened.

After a while of silent staring without any action from both parties, her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

His fingers still lay unmoving on her private and Amy jerked up to jumpstart the organs. 

“Oh, so you want this huh?” Even as he asked, Edward’s fingers started moving beneath the lacy barrier separating his fingers from something that promised to be wet and hot. 

“Mm-hmm,” Amy croaked out. 

“It’s yours,” Edward growled and inserted a finger slowly into Amy’s hole. 

“Ah!” She gasped softly as a new feeling was introduced along with Edward’s finger. 

He started with the index, gliding in and out of her hole with intended slowness.

He let her get used to the intrusion, basically petting her with the pads of his finger.

Then he increased pace and Amy learned she could get wetter than she already was.

He inserted another finger to join the first and Amy’s legs drew up closer locking his fingers in an uncomfortable way.

Edward hit her knees with his so that her legs opened up again.

“Does it hurt?” he asked concernedly. 

“No.” Amy shook her head and looked down at him. “It’s okay.”

“Are you sure?”

Instead of answering, Amy jerked up again as a sign to show that she wanted him to continue and he obeyed.

She didn’t stop the jerking as she danced along with his finger meeting him thrust for thrust.

Edward soon lost control of himself and increased his pace, but Amy was not deterred, she rode as fast as he did and her pants followed the tempo.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she kept repeating. 

Edward’s mouth equally hung open as he released his own growls and hisses. Her p.u.s.s.y was so soft and wet it was hard to imagine his fingers anywhere else.

He didn’t want the feeling to stop and nearly cursed the universe when he felt Amy contract; she was about to c.u.m.

Because he didn’t want it to end, Edward retracted his fingers in the last minute and he heard Amy curse.

“Relax my dear. We have only just begun.”

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