A wonderful celebration known as Edgar and Lydia's wedding has just ended, as soon as they enter their room, Edgar locks the door and picks Lydia up bridal style and lays her down on their bed gently.
"Edgar?!" She exclaims in surprise as he climbs on top of her.
"Sorry love, I've been waiting for this moment for way too long," Edgar leans down and presses a gentle kiss on her forehead, her cheek, her lips, her neck. Lydia squirms under him in embarrassment.
"Impatient are we?" He whispers, trailing his fingertips along the arch of her back making her shudder.
"T-That's not it a-at all!"
"Edgar! You're going to ruin the dress!" She complains.
"Well then, we'll just have to take care of that now," He smiles almost tauntingly, his fingers reach behind her and eases the zipper down. His hands cup her clothed breast and his thumb traces over the hardened bud peaking out of the fabric. Lydia squeaks, quickly covering her mouth.
"Don't do that darling, I want to hear your sweet voice," Edgar whispers in her ear, his hand now massaging her thighs.
"Clothes!" Lydia gasped out making Edgar look at her in question. She turns red and looks down.
"It's not fair that you're the only one in clothes…" Edgar blinks at her statement before chuckling.
"You're so cute," He kisses her forehead and undresses. Lydia stares at his chest and he leans down to kiss her tenderly.
"Like what you see?" He teases making Lydia look away in embarrassment.
"Of course not idiot," Edgar chuckles, she feels something hard press against her inner thigh and gasps.
"That's how much I want you right now," Edgar presses his forehead against hers before peppering kisses all over her body until he reaches her sacred region.
"Stop it!"
"You don't like it?"
"I-It's not that!"
"Then what is it?"
"…I-It's dirty down there," Edgar laughed a little.
"If you're really not ready, we'll save that for another day," A small sigh of relief escaped from Lydia's lips until he climbs on top of her.
"But in return, you're not going to sleep tonight~"
"E-Edgar!"
End