Page 41 of Restoration
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EDMUND IS A REALLYgood kisser.
I guess it shouldn’t surprise me since he’s had such success with women, but I’ve often heard that rich, handsome men never have to try very hard to get what they want and so they don’t work much on their skills in bed.
But Edmund either has skills or natural talent. His kiss is consuming. Passionate. And incredibly active with both his tongue and his hands constantly moving. I can’t help but respond to the embrace with equal fervor, moving my palms up and down from his back to his ass with an entitlement that has never been like me at all.
I’m not sure how long we stand by our shelter kissing, but both my heart and my body are reacting to him in a way I’ve never experienced before. When he ducks his head to suck hard at the side of my throat, I gasp and drop my head back from the surge of pleasure.
He makes pleased, greedy sounds deep in his throat, as if he’s enjoying my responsiveness. He moves his head up and gives me a light nip just below my right ear, and my knees buckle.
They literally buckle.
I grab hold of his waist to keep from falling down.
He’s chuckling as his lips find mine again. I’m so eager for it that I try to suck his tongue into my mouth. When my legs wobble again, I wrap my arms around his neck to hold on, and eventually the sensations are so overwhelming that I pull back to breathe and clear my head.
We stare at each other for a long moment. His face is flushed beneath his tan, and his wavy hair is hopelessly rumpled.
“Are we really doing this?” he asks, hoarse and breathless.
His question sounds genuinely awed, but it also forces me to come to a real decision and not get swept away by physical sensations. But the truth is I don’t need to think. I already know the answer. The one everything inside me is pulling me toward with an unstoppable force.
“Yes! Yes, we’re definitely doing this.”
His expression breaks with an intense combination of pleasure, relief, and need. He’s lowering his face toward me again when I stop him.
“Let’s go in there.” I nod toward our shelter. “I really don’t want a sunburn on my ass.”
He chokes on startled laughter but immediately leans down to crawl into the room of our little hut. When we’re both inside, he’s smiling as he drawls, “So you really think you’re going to be on top?”
“What?” I’m smiling too although I’m not following his teasing. I’m rearranging the blankets so we’ll have a softer surface to lie on.
“If your ass might get burned, you must assume you’re going to be on top.”
“Oh.” I giggle. “Well, I just assumed you were going to expect me to do all the work.”
He’s moving over me already. Easing me down so I’m lying on the blankets. “Definitely not,” he murmurs before he kisses me again.
This kiss is equally overwhelming but even more intimate because of our prone positions. He’s basically lying on top of me, and our bodies are touching all over. Neither of us is wearing very much, so there’s a lot of bare skin to rub together.
Edmund is lean and hard and hot and feels amazing as he moves against me. He’s fully erect in his underwear because I can feel the shape of him pressing into my middle. His tongue is making rhythmic thrusts that match the rocking of his hips, and I swear the motion and nothing more might be enough to push me over the edge.
Finally he straightens up enough to grab the damp fabric of my tank top and pull it off over my head. I raise my arms to help him, and my breasts bounce free as we get the top off.
He leers down at my chest with a hungry gaze. “Damn, Autumn. How are you this hot?”
I giggle with both amusement and self-consciousness. Then lose the ability to laugh when his hands move to cup the full, heavy weight of my breasts before rolling both nipples with his thumbs.