"Then we continue."
With that, Edward stood up and strode to the edge of the bed, his cock still thick and glistening from her touch.
Then, without warning, his hands were on her again.
His palms then slid beneath her knees, lifting them just enough to spread her legs apart. The cool air brushed against her exposed folds, and she instinctively tried to close her thighs, but his grip was firm.
"Stay still," he murmured, his voice low, almost clinical. Before she could say anything, his mouth descended between her legs.
