Clara took a few deep breaths and felt a bit clearer-headed. Her arm rested on his shoulder as she gently pushed him,
"Edward Harper, get up."
If this went on any longer, she feared things might get out of control.
Her weak willpower was all tied to the little one in her belly.
Edward Harper released her and lay breathless against the crook of her neck,
"Clara, help me out."
Clara was momentarily stunned, her hand was already guided to that burning place by him. She instantly understood what he meant by help.
They had been together for three years, and she had never done such a thing for him. They would just get into it whenever they wanted; he never held back.
"I, I don't know how."
Clara pulled her hand back, her voice trembling.
Her hand was only withdrawn for a few seconds before he grabbed it back again,
"I'll teach you."
...
It was unclear how much time had passed, but Clara's hand was sore.