"I just want to take things slowly," Edmund said softly. "We're not in a rush."
"But I want you …" Primrose whispered, blinking up at him with pleading eyes. "Really … I won't feel any pain if you go faster."
Her glistening eyes were always his weakness. In the end, he couldn't hold back any longer. He pushed his manhood into her, entering her tight inner walls that clenched around him almost instantly.
Primrose let out a soft whimper, her fingers instinctively clutching his arm. Edmund stopped right away, concern flashing in his eyes. "Did I hurt you?"
She quickly shook her head. "No, not at all. I was just … surprised, that's all."
In truth, it did hurt a little, but she had told him not to hold back, and now she didn't have the heart to tell him the truth.
Still, no matter how hard she tried to hide it, Edmund could always read her like an open book.
