Chapter 82
She pressed her plump thighs together around his firm leg.
Their lower bodies pressed so closely, his rapidly heated e******n poked against her v***a.
“Hah, haa.” Kissing, Floria slowly opened her eyes.
“Are… you turned on?”
Aidan said nothing.
He once more sucked on her soft lower lip.
He was aroused, but he couldn’t harm her.
After all, the doctor said they could resume marital relations in about a month.
Yet Floria, seemingly aware of how he was barely restraining himself, pressed her soft b*****s against him.
With every shimmy of her leg, his breath caught at the touch of her skin.
“Oh dear… I’m getting excited.”
Her voice carried not embarrassment but playful mischief. Aidan loved the slight upward curl at the corner of her eyes.
She gazed at his composed face for a while, then lowered her eyes. “Uhm… about that…”
“What is it?”
“I saw it… in a book.”
By “that book,” she meant Guide to Intimacy for Altomolle Couples.
Although they no longer studied it often, early on, when Floria found him overwhelming, they had used it.
“A way for a woman to satisfy her husband’s desire… when she can’t take him fully.”
Boldly spoken, her ears flushed.
“What is it?”
“Well….”
She hesitated, lips trembling, shy and charming.
“I-I can’t really say it… so like this….”
Floria pulled back the blanket. Slowly, her hand descended.
She paused, admiring his defined abs, then inhaled deeply and placed her hand on his trousers.
Before pregnancy, they had shared passionate nights daily.
Innocent Floria had learned much.
Still, she had never taken the initiative like this.
“What are you doing?”
When Aidan spoke, Floria opened her eyes and slowly pulled down his pants.
Pressed in a kiss, his e***t p***s sprang upward, visibly straining.
“Oh my.”
His fierce e******n lifted its head.
At its red-hot tip, proof of arousal glistened.
“I read about… this.
They said wives do it for their husbands…”
Finishing her sentence, Floria’s small mouth took hold of the firm tip.
Only kissing, and his member was already so hard it poked his solid abdomen.
His hard p***s pressed against soft lips and moved inward.
A slightly salty taste filled her mouth.
“Floria.”
A sigh—more like awestruck admiration—escaped Aidan’s lips.
He never expected her to take it into her mouth so unhesitatingly.
“Hph…”
He could never tire of her face.
Usually pale and translucent, those intimate acts made her blush as red as a summer rose.
From her temples, warmth spread down her neck and settled over her chest.
He wanted to tear her clothes away and ravage the delicate, concealed flesh beneath.
Desire surged from his lower body, overwhelming him with her beauty.
“Hah…”
Yet Aidan clenched his teeth and restrained his primal instincts.
She was so soft it felt like she would crumble if he squeezed too hard.
He knew that if he pushed Floria too far, he himself would lose out—because he wanted her so desperately.
“Do… you not like this?”
Still keeping him in her mouth, she murmured.
Her tongue brushed the thick shaft.
“Hah… how could I ever dislike it.”
He was on the verge of losing control.
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