Edgar pulled Alessandra up from the ground and onto his lap, mindful not to let her squeeze his precious goods. "Are you taking joy in seeing your husband flustered?"
"Yes. It is not every day I get to see you blush, Edgar. I have to cherish the moment forever or perhaps, now that I know what makes you blush I will do it more often. Is it alright to leave it like this? You stopped me," Alessandra said, referring to his situation right below her buttocks.
"I will take care of it myself. If I allow you to do as you please the night will end much differently than I anticipated it to. Maybe you would like it if I stopped holding back?" He questioned as he buried his head in her neck and took in the faint scent of sweat and the soap she had used a while ago.
