Page 43 of Restoration
He’s been staring hungrily at his hand exploring my groin. I haven’t shaved any part of my body in days, but he doesn’t appear to care in the slightest. But at my words, his eyes flicker up to meet mine as if what I said means something to him too. “I can’t be creative if we move too fast.”
I giggle. I simply can’t help it. It’s not amusement as much as a silly overflow of warm feeling. Then I can’t focus on anything else because Edmund has repositioned himself so he can suck on my right breast with his mouth as his hand works between my legs.
He rubs my clit until all the muscles in my body tighten. Then he moves his fingers away to slide two inside me. I’m incredibly wet. I can both feel and hear the moisture as he starts to pump his hand.
Between the dual sensations, I’m deliciously torn apart. I start squirming and arching again, my gasps and whimpers turning into louder cries as an orgasm builds and builds but doesn’t break.
I think I’m mumbling out his name, but that’s the only word I’m capable of forming until his pumping fingers get fast and hard enough to finally push me into climax.
“Yes!” That’s the word I choke out as my body shakes and shudders through the spasms of release.
Edmund has straightened up onto his knees so he can watch me come. “Fuck, baby. Look at you let go. You’re doing so good.”
I’m still whimpering as the sensations start to fade. I suck in ragged breaths as I smile up at him. “Thank you for that.”
He smiles back. “You’re welcome. But why are you acting like it’s over?”
I blink and grab the blanket beneath me as he starts pumping his hand again.
“I think you can come again.”
“Who would have thought Worth Worthing would be so ambitious about something?”
He gives a teasing huff and moves one of my legs so I’m spread wider for him. “Maybe you’ve never known me at all.”
“Yeah, I have.” I toss my head back and forth as the raw motion of his hand causes another orgasm to begin coiling deep inside me. “I know you, Edmund.”
He meets my eyes. “Yeah, you do. But maybe you don’t know everything.”
I gasp and arch my neck, closing my eyes so I can focus on the growing sensations. “Maybe not.”
This climax rises quick and hard. I’m starting to make all those helpless sounds again. When I open my eyes, I see that Edmund is staring down at me, pumping into me with one hand and with the other he’s squeezing his erection.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I stare greedily at the way he’s touching himself. “Wh—”
His expression twists with effort and pleasure. “If I don’t take the edge off now, I’ll never be able to pull out in our next round.”
I’m so out of it that it takes a minute for me to realize what he’s saying. Of course. When we have intercourse, he’s going to have to pull out at the end unless we’re willing to risk getting pregnant.
I have no access to birth control here, and we definitely don’t have any condoms.
“Good thinking,” I mumble, rocking my hips against his hand.
My eyes keep wanting to close again, but I don’t let them. I want to watch him the way he’s watching me. He reaches climax before I do, spurting his release out onto my belly. Then I come right after him, shaking through another deeply satisfying orgasm.
I pull him back down on top of me afterward. We kiss clumsily as we catch our breath and work through the last of the aftershocks.
Then he lifts his head to meet my gaze. “You up for more?”
“Oh yeah.” I smile at him. “You think you’ll be all right pulling out? This isn’t really my fertile time of the month, but I don’t want to risk it.”
“I’ll pull out.” He swallows visibly. “Do you trust me?”
I reach up to cup one side of his jaw. “I do.”
The tension on his face twitches. Then he kisses me again. This time it’s slow and leisurely and thorough and delicious, and it lasts until both of us are aroused again.
He helps me bend my legs up on either side of his hips as he edges his erection inside me. We both moan at the tight penetration, and he stays in position until I’ve fully relaxed around him.