“Caress them slowly.”

She kneaded them gently instead, hearing his sharp intake of breath.

At first, Ava did it simply because she could tell that it excited him. However, as she traced her fingers over her nipples, a bolt of pleasure shot to her core.

“Now, pay attention to one breast at a time,” Edwin murmured. “Use both hands.”

Ava held her right breast with one hand while she played with her nipple, squeezing it between her thumb and forefinger. Warmth bloomed inside her as she felt wetness pool between her legs.

Her own touch excited her and yet scared her. She had never felt so alive, so whole. And yet the fact that he was watching her every move intently made her touch feel even more pleasurable.

Her breathing quickened, and her core started pulsing.

“Ah!” she moaned, lost in the ecstasy even as she struggled to keep her eyes open.

She squeezed her nipple again as she felt the pleasure grow.

“Did I tell you to do that?” Edwin asked.

Ava groaned in frustration. She slowed down and felt the pleasure ebb.

“Dip your hand into your drawers,” Edwin croaked.

Ava nodded. Without a word, she slid her left hand into her drawers and found her bud. It throbbed even before her fingers touched it.

“Touch yourself,” Edwin whispered.

With a tentative finger, Ava slowly rubbed her bud.

Pleasure shot through her. She had not expected the intense feeling that washed over her.

“Continue—you are doing great,” Edwin said thickly, his jaw tightening.

His praise was all Ava needed to continue pleasuring herself.

She pressed her finger on her sensitive bud. Her breath hitched. She continued to rub it, even when the pleasure mounted so quickly that she trembled.

“You have forgotten your breasts.” Edwin shook his head in disapproval.

Ava resumed squeezing her nipple between her thumb and forefinger while she rubbed her pulsating bud.

The pleasure mounted, and she thrust her hips. Soon enough, the world faded around her. All she was aware of was herself, perched on Edwin’s desk, pleasuring herself before her husband.

The last thing she saw before closing her eyes was Edwin’s hungry gaze.

Her hips bucked one final time, and her thighs pressed together, before shivers racked her whole body.

“Don’t stop touching yourself,” Edwin warned in a firm voice.

She kept playing with her nipple and rubbing her bud until she was spent and could no longer support her weight.

She slumped on the desk as she caught her breath. Her body was still trembling with the aftershocks of her climax, and her heart was beating fast and hard.

“Good,” she heard her husband murmur.

She opened her eyes to find him standing above her with a crooked smile on his face.

She propped herself up on her hands till she was sitting once again. However, this time, she caught a glimpse of the hard bulge straining against the fabric of his breeches.