Edmund's hand slid higher, tracing the shape of Angela's thigh, his fingers digging gently into her skin. Angela moaned, her hips bucking against his hand in a silent plea for more. His fingers paused, hovering just above her core.
"What do you want, Angela?" he breathed against her mouth, his eyes burning with an intensity she couldn't deny.
"Where do I start?" Angela asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Edmund chuckled, his chest heaving with exertion. "You don't have to explain anything to me, my love."
Angela shrugged, her shoulders rolling beneath the pillow. "I guess not, since you're always right, aren't you?"
Edmund's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. "I'm never wrong."
Their lips met again, this time with a more tentative touch. Angela's fingers sl
