Page 44 of Restoration
Then he straightens his arms to support his upper body as he starts to rock his hips in steady thrusts. He’s bigger than I recognized before. Strong and focused and intent and powerful as his muscles ripple and his jaw clenches. His eyes never leave my face as he takes me.
It’s like a dream or a fantasy but also like real life. I’m sweating and my back is getting pushed against the hard floor surface, and my thigh muscles twinge as I keep my legs folded up beside his hips.
And this is Edmund. Moving above and inside. Making me feel more than I’ve ever felt in my life. Claiming me like this.
It’sEdmund.
I’m making silly mewls as I try to process everything, and Edmund is letting out low, choppy grunts in time to his rhythm. As he speeds up, the sensations inside me tighten. I arch and roll my hips and squeeze around him and drag my fingernails up and down his back.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasps. “I never knew... I never knew...”
I want to know the rest of the sentence, but he can’t seem to complete it. He jerks his head to the side with a stretched groan like he’s close to losing it again.
He wants to hold out for me. I know it. So I accelerate the pumping of my hips. We’re making a slapping sound every time our bodies connect, and it’s the sexiest thing.
He groans again as he takes me harder and faster—and it’s enough to push me over the edge.
I cry out loudly as all the tension releases and grind my pelvis against his in an attempt to extend the spasms. He keeps pushing into me—barely pulling out anymore—and his features contort like he’s pushing himself to the limit.
Then he finally makes a loud, rough sound and yanks his erection out of me. He squeezes it with one hand as he comes on my breasts and stomach. We hold the position for a minute—frozen in the aftermath of the intense release.
Then we both collapse back onto the blankets, him on top of me.
I wrap my arms around him, hugging him as we try to catch our breath and our bodies start to soften. It feels better than anything. Not just physically, but like I’m closer to Edmund than I’ve been to anyone else in my life.
He occasionally presses a clumsy kiss against the crook of my neck. It’s so sweet it makes me want to melt.
But eventually I feel like melting in other ways too.
I give him a little nudge on his shoulder. “Edmund.”
“Hmm.”
I nudge him again. “Edmund, I’m hot.”
“I know you’re hot. My Autumn the hottest thing ever.”
I giggle at that. “I mean it. I’m hot, and you’re making me hotter.”
He lifts his head and blinks. “Oh. Sorry.” It’s like he’s waking out of a dream. He rolls off me so he’s stretched out beside me instead. “You’re all red.”
I make a face at him. “I can’t help it. I told you I’m hot. We’re on a tropical island and it’s the afternoon, and we just exerted a lot of energy. My face always gets red when I’m hot.”
“I know it does. But I didn’t know you got red all the way down to your stomach.”
With a gasp, I peer down at myself. Sure enough, I’m flushed all the way down. I give him another scowl. “I can’t help that either.”
He laughs and leans over to kiss me lightly. “Never seen anything more scrumptious than you right now.”
I don’t really know if he means it, but it makes me feel better anyway.
***
AFTER A WHILE, WE FINDthe energy to come out of our shelter and go down to the ocean to take another quick dip to cool off. Then we lounge for a while—me in the shade and him in the sun—until we decide we’re hungry.
We’re eating coconut and bananas when Edmund says, “You know what we need to make?”
“What’s that?”