"That looks painful," Primrose said softly. "Wouldn't it be better if you … took it off?"
She couldn't stop staring at the bulge in Edmund's pants. His trapped boner looked like it was begging to be freed, like it needed air just to breathe.
Edmund didn't say anything, but she could hear his thoughts clearly.
[I haven't given my wife enough pleasure yet … If I take my pants off now, I might lose focus and end up chasing my own release instead of hers.]
Wasn't it already enough?
He had made her squirt so hard it was like a fountain, and embarrassed her to the point of tears.
What else could he possibly want to do?
If this kept going, she'd be completely wrecked, shaking from head to toe.
And while that did sound like a wonderful experience, sometimes, too much of a good thing could become overwhelming, maybe even a little exhausting instead of satisfying.
