Chapter 176: First Good Morning [2] [R-18]

Hera sank down until she was fully seated on Edgar, hips pressed flush against his.

The sensation was otherworldly for both of them especially for Hera who had been in a lot of stress as well.

The tight, wet heat of her body wrapped around him completely.

A long, shaky breath left her lips as she adjusted to the fullness.

Edgar’s hands rested on her waist, steadying her.

For a moment neither of them moved.

They simply looked at each other while the first grey light of the day moved outside the window.

A small bashful smile appeared on the face of Hera as she kept on looking at him.

Edgar smiled as well while he gently rubbed her back and hips.

“How does it feel?” Edgar asked, voice low.

“Full,” Hera whispered. “So full… and warm.”

Edgar nodded his head as he patted her hips like giving her a signal to move.

She began to move like he wanted, rising and falling in slow, careful motions.

The sheer white lingerie still framed her breasts; every time she lifted herself the soft flesh swayed gently.

It was a tempting site and Edgar loved to see it moving infront of his face.

Edgar reached up and cupped one breast through the thin lace, thumb brushing over the stiff nipple.

It fit perfectly in his hand like it was moulded for his hands.

He kept on playing with it squeezing and streching it with a gentle look on his face.

Hera’s breath hitched, but she kept the rhythm, silver hair falling forward around her face.

“You’re doing well,” he murmured. “You are such a good girl.”

Hera smiled, cheeks flushed. She leaned down and kissed him while she continued to ride him.

The kiss was soft at first, then deeper. When she pulled back she rested her forehead against his.

It was a moment that the two of them understand meant a lot.

She was happy with him and he was also happy to have her with him.

“I love you,” she said quietly. The words came out steady, without hesitation. “I really love you, Edgar.”

Edgar’s hands tightened slightly on her waist.

He didn’t answer with words. Instead he sat up, still buried inside her, and wrapped his arms around her back.

The sudden moment made Hera yelp in surprise but she was quickly to get a hold of him and steady herself.

The new angle let him thrust upward while she moved.

Hera moaned against his shoulder, arms looping around his neck.

They stayed like that for a long time, Hera rising and sinking, Edgar meeting her with short, deep thrusts.

The wet sound of their bodies filled the quiet room.

Her lingerie top slipped further down one shoulder until one breast was fully exposed.

Edgar leaned in and took the nipple into his mouth, sucking gently while she rode him.

Hera’s fingers tangled in his hair, she smiled and let him do as he pleased.

“Edgar… that feels so good…”

He switched to the other breast, giving it the same slow attention.

Her movements grew less controlled. Soft, happy sounds left her throat with every downward motion.

She kept looking at him even when her eyes wanted to close, as if she didn’t want to miss a single moment.

The small lustful smile on her innocent face was a cherry on top.

After a while Edgar lifted her off him moved her.

Hera made a small sound of loss, but he was already guiding her onto her hands and knees on the bed.

The white lingerie bottoms were still tangled around one thigh; he pulled them the rest of the way off and tossed them aside.

He moved behind her, hands settling on the soft curve of her hips.

It felt good for him to touch and Edgar wasted no time to play with it.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he said. “Say how much you want to me to be inside you.”

Hera looked back over her shoulder, silver hair spilling across her back, and smiled. “I want you.”

Edgar pushed back inside her in one smooth thrust.

Hera’s arms nearly gave out. He held her hips steady and began to move deeper, a little harder than before.

The new position let him sink in completely with every stroke.

The soft slap of skin against skin joined the wet sounds already filling the room.

He never wanted to be hard on her but it the way she was handling him, Edgar felt he can let lose at little.

He began to move making sure to give her all of his length.

Hera lowered her chest to the mattress, presenting herself more fully.

The change of angle drew a longer moan from her.

Edgar ran one hand up her spine, feeling the warm skin, then reached around to cup her hanging breasts, squeezing them in time with his thrusts.

He never forget to make sure she was in the safe hands as he placed his heavy hands on her back.

“I love you,” Hera said again, voice muffled by the sheets but still clear. “I’ve never felt this safe with anyone.”

Edgar leaned over her, chest against her back, and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. “I’ve got you.”

He kept the pace steady and strong.

Every time he bottomed out Hera made a small, helpless sound of pleasure. Her fingers twisted in the blanket.

The lace bralette had ridden up completely now, leaving her breasts free for his hands.

He pinched and rolled her nipples while he thrust, and her walls fluttered around him in response.

When her arms began to shake he pulled out again and turned her onto her back.

Hera looked up at him with hazy, happy eyes, legs falling open without needing to be asked.

Edgar settled between them, hooked one of her knees over his arm, and pushed back in.

The angle was deeper still.

Hera’s mouth fell open. “Ah~ Edgar…”

He started moving with longer, harder strokes.

The bed creaked softly beneath them. Hera’s silver hair spread across the pillow; her hands gripped his shoulders, then slid down his back.

Each thrust drew a brighter flush across her chest and cheeks.

She kept her eyes on his face even when the pleasure made her want to close them.

“I love you,” she whispered a third time, smiling through the moans. “I love you so much.”

Something in Edgar’s control loosened.

He hooked both of her legs higher, almost folding her in half, and began to thrust in earnest. deep, rough, relentless.

The wet sound of their bodies grew louder.

Hera cried out, but the sound was pure pleasure. Her nails dug into his back.

“Yes~ like that~ don’t stop~”

Edgar gave her exactly what she asked for.

He drove into her hard and fast, the head of his cock kissing the deepest part of her with every stroke.

Hera’s breasts bounced with the force of it. Her voice broke into short, helpless moans.

The happy, loving expression never left her face even as the intensity climbed.

“I’m close,” Edgar warned, voice rough.

“Inside,” Hera said immediately. “Please~ cum inside me~”

He didn’t hold back.

A few more powerful thrusts and he buried himself to the hilt, grinding deep as he came.

Thick pulses flooded her while her walls clamped down around him in her own climax.

Hera’s back arched; a long, trembling cry left her throat. Her legs shook against his arms.

Edgar stayed deep inside her when it was over, breathing hard, forehead resting against hers.

Hera’s arms wrapped loosely around his neck.

She was still smiling, eyes half-lidded and full of quiet happiness.

Neither of them moved to separate.

Edgar remained buried inside Hera, feeling the small aftershocks that still fluttered around him.

“I can still feel you,” she whispered.

“I know.”

She shifted her hips experimentally. The small movement made both of them inhale.

Hera’s smile turned a little shy, but her eyes stayed bright. “Can we… go again?”

Edgar brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. “Are you sure? You’re not sore?”

“I want to feel you more.” She leaned up and kissed him softly. “Please.”

That was all he needed.

Edgar pulled out slowly, the wet sound of their separation clear in the quiet room. Hera made a small noise of loss.

He sat back against the headboard and guided her to turn around.

She understood at once. Hera straddled him again, this time facing away, and reached down to position him.

The head of his cock slid through her soaked folds before she sank down in one smooth motion.

“Ah~”

The new angle made her take him even deeper.

Edgar’s hands settled on her waist as she began to move.

From this position he could see the long line of her back, the way her silver hair cascaded down, and the soft bounce of her ass each time she rose and fell.

He reached around and cupped both of her breasts, squeezing gently while she rode him.

“You’re so warm inside,” he murmured against her shoulder.

Hera leaned back against his chest, turning her head so he could kiss her.

Edgar pinched her nipples lightly, drawing soft gasps from her that he swallowed with his mouth.

“I love you,” Hera said between kisses. “I love how you feel inside me.”

Edgar’s grip on her tightened. He began thrusting upward to meet her movements, the wet slap of their bodies growing louder again.

Hera’s head fell back against his shoulder.

Her hands covered his on her breasts, holding him there while she took everything he gave her.

After a while he lifted her off him once more.

Hera was pliant and trusting in his hands.

Edgar turned her onto her side and lay down behind her, spooning her closely.

He lifted her top leg, hooked it back over his hip, and pushed into her from behind in one long thrust.

Hera’s moan was soft and broken.

This position let him stay deep while keeping her body pressed fully against his.

One of his arms slid under her neck; the other reached around to rub slow circles over her clit while he thrust in a steady, grinding rhythm.

Hera reached back and held onto his hip, pulling him even closer.

“Edgar… right there…”

“I’ve got you.”

He kept the pace deliberate and deep, every stroke dragging against the sensitive front wall of her pussy.

Hera’s breathing turned short and uneven.

The happy little sounds she made with every thrust went straight through him.

He kissed the back of her neck, her shoulder, the soft spot just behind her ear.