Alessandra's hands gripped the bed sheet as Edgar continued to torture her chest. Never in her life had she experienced anything like what Edgar was doing to her now. The first time he had touched her breast did not compare to now. Had she known it would have felt this good, Alessandra would have let him do it long ago.
Her insecurities were long forgotten as she only thought about herself and Edgar.
Meanwhile, Edgar continued to enjoy hearing Alessandra occasionally call his name and how her breath hitched every now and then. With her focused on what he was doing with her chest, Edgar removed his hand from her right breast which he had tortured enough, and placed it right above her sex.
"Relax," he encouraged Alessandra after he felt her body become rigid from his touch. The night dress was the only thing between his hand and her most private part. He waited for when her body did not feel tensed before his hand found its way under her night dress.
