The Duke's Masked Wife Chapter 212

212 Touch (5)

Edgar had the thought of placing his head between her legs and using his mouth to clean off the ss he made but decided against it as Alessandra was at her limit for the day. There would be other days for him to do more.

“Sit up so that I can put back up the straps for the night dress,” he moved his body from hovering over her and sat by her side.

Alessandra sat up with Edgar’s help and remained silent while he placed her straps back on her shoulder. Now that she was sitting, Alessandra could see the bulge in Edgar’s pants which he no doubt planned to ignore. “Edgar, is there anything I can do to pleasure you?” She asked.

She did not want the night to end with her being the only one to receive pleasure. It was unfair to Edgar.

“There is but I will not-”

“I want to,” she said in a stern tone. Alessandra would forever feel guilty for not helping him. It had been frustrating when she wished to release so she sort of understood what it must be like for him. “Let .”

Alessandra and Edgar stared into each other’s eyes, waiting for the other to back down. Eventually, Edgar was the one to give in considering how determined she was and the fact he was in a bit of a predicant with the need to release.

He was aware she had no idea how she would be aiding him with his release since he was not going to enter her. “Co,” he took her hand and guided her to the front of the bed to be down on her knees before him.

Confusion was written all over her face but he did not stop as she wanted to help him.

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Alessandra’s eyes widened as Edgar took his mber out of his pants. It stood tall and proud before her so much so that she had to scoot back to get out of the way. Panic filled her as she considered sothing. His fingers had been painful the first ti he entered her so how would she be able to manage this?

“You are afraid,” Edgar comnted on her expression. “That is why I told you no.”

“No!” Alessandra stopped him before he misunderstood. “I am not afraid I was just wondering how this is ant to fit inside of . Your finger was painful at the beginning.

“Ha,” Edgar’s head hung low as he could not believe her words. He lifted his head and pushed back his hair out of the way. “When the ti cos, I will make sure all of it fits inside of you.”

Alessandra didn’t see how but did not question it further as she wanted to help Edgar feel pleasure. “What am I supposed to do now?” She looked up at him, waiting for instructions.

“Touch it,” he ordered her. He had been against them going this far but now that he was here, the excitent had filled his mind.

Alessandra cautiously reached out her hand, afraid she might hurt him if she was not careful, and took his mber into her hands. It was warm and started to throb in her hands.

“Stroke it from the base to the top like this.”

Edgar guided her hands exactly how he wanted and let her take control once she had got a hang of it. “Grip it tighter,” he said in a low husky tone. Just the feeling of her hand touching him was enough for him to have his first release but he held back.

“Won’t that hurt you?” Alessandra asked, still concerned she could hurt him. She was already gripping him.

“It won’t.”

Alessandra tightened her grip as he wanted. The excitent of seeing the expression on Edgar’s face outweighed the embarrassnt she felt at first from being in this position. For so reason, she felt a surge of confidence for being able to make a man like Edgar look so distraught over her touch.

She moved her hand up and down, increasing the pace each ti Edgar grunted and hiss.

“Run your finger over the tip,” she heard his husky voice above her.

Alessandra used her thumb to rub the tip causing Edgar to toss his head back. She carried on moving her hand up and down, occasionally rubbing the tip when her hand reached it. A thought ca to mind as she rembered sothing Edgar had done to her and wondered if it would be the sa experience for him if she did it here.

Alessandra leaned forward, stuck out her tongue, and licked the tip of Edgar’s mber. She found herself being pushed away from it right after. When Alessandra looked up to ask Edgar if it was wrong, she found his expression to be frightening for a mont. There was a dangerous feeling she could not figure out as she stared at him.

“Don’t do that again,” Edgar warned her in a low voice. Her actions had enticed him and filled his mind with nothing more than to have her lips wrapped around his mber as he thrust into her mouth. He was desperately trying to take his ti with her but she appeared hellbent on ruining him.

“I’m sorry,” Alessandra apologized, feeling like she had ssed up and now the mont was ruined. “I thought... I thought it would have felt good for you. I’m sorry,” she turned on her side to look away from Edgar. She tugged her hair wondering why she would do such a thing. Everything was going well now she had ruined it.

“Alessandra,” Edgar sighed. He didn’t an for her to think she did sothing wrong. He was trying to stop himself from doing sothing wrong. “You did nothing wrong. It felt good. So much so that I wanted sothing more.”

Alessandra looked back at Edgar, surprised to hear it was not what she thought but she found it even more surprising when she found his cheeks had turned red. Had she made Edgar flustered? Edgar Collins, the man who was hard to tease? “You are blushing,” she giggled, feeling triumphant with what she had done.

“And whose fault is that?”