Page 42 of Restoration
It feels so good—so intense—that I suck in a sharp breath and arch my back.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” His eyes are moving urgently from my chest to my face and back again. “A man could lose it just from watching you.”
I have to work to keep my voice somewhat natural instead of melting into a puddle of pure lust. “Does that mean you’re going to lose it?”
He gives me a wolfish smile before he slides his hands down to my hips and tucks his fingers into the sides of my panties. “Not yet.” He drags my slightly wet underwear down my legs until I’m completely naked.
He does some more of that staring, muttering about how incredibly gorgeous and sexy I am and how he has no idea how anyone could turn him on so much from nothing more than existing.
The hot praise and his greedy expression are enough to make my head spin. I’m already so aroused it feels like I’m getting the blanket beneath me a little bit wet.
“You get naked too,” I tell him when I start to feel a bit vulnerable.
He meets my eyes and then looks down at the bulge in the front of his boxer briefs. He’s kneeling beside where I’m sprawled out.
“Do it,” I tell him. Maybe he’s going to think I’m bossy, but I don’t care at the moment. I want him as naked as I am.
He smiles as he tugs down his underwear and manages to pull them off despite his awkward position.
His erection jiggles slightly with his motion. He’s a good size. I like the dark hair at his groin and the developed muscles of his thighs.
“Well?” he demands when I just stare. “Now’s the one time you have nothing to say?”
I smile up at him, reaching to grab him by the shoulders so I can pull him back down toward me. “You look better than anything I’ve ever seen.”
His expression perks up. “Yeah?”
It never once would have occurred to me that a man as handsome as Edmund would have any sort of self-consciousness or insecurity, especially with me. But my compliment clearly matters to him.
“Yeah,” I tell him, smiling as I pull him down into another kiss.
This one isn’t as long. Edmund’s body is tense and restless. After a minute, he pulls away from my mouth and kisses a line along my jaw and then down the side of my neck. He sucks on my pulse until I’m squirming and moaning, and then he mouths his way down to my breasts.
He spends a lot of time on them, kissing one as he fondles the other. I was already way too aroused for comfort, but after all the attention lavished on my breasts, I’m a writhing, whimpering mess.
I’m not usually very vocal in bed. I’ve always enjoyed sex, but I’ve never felt like I could truly let go. I’ve never wanted to lose control for fear of embarrassing myself.
But embarrassment is the last thing on my mind at the moment. Instead, it’s filled with a raw, overpowering need that’s spreading out through my whole being.
“Edmund!” I finally exclaim. “Edmund, you’ve got to hurry up!”
He makes a choking sound against my nipple, and his body shakes in amusement. “I should have known my Autumn would be bossy in bed.”
“I’m not bossy. I’m desperate! I’m dying here, and you’re down there taking your sweet time.”
“I thought you might be enjoying it.” His smile is warm and entitled as he lifts his head to gaze down at me.
“I’ll enjoy it more if I actually get to come.”
“All right then. You should have just asked.” He’s teasing and still chuckling as he pulls apart my thighs with an abrupt move that utterly thrills me.
Despite my arousal, I spill over into giggles. “You’d probably like me to beg, wouldn’t you?”
“Nah.” He grins as he slides one hand up my inner thigh until he’s pressing against my groin. “I like a woman bossy. And organized and efficient—even if it means she’s trying to organize us in bed.”
For some reason, the light words affect me more than when he called me gorgeous. Like it’smehe wants. Not just my body.
“And I like a creative, spontaneous man even if it means he’s as slow as paint drying and he can never get his ass moving.”