Page 56 of Restoration
“I’m not fighting it. I’m dying here. I need to come.”
“I know you do.” He’s rubbing my breasts firmly, stimulating my nipples in a way that’s driving me crazy. “I’m going to make you come so hard. You’re going to feel so good. Try to keep relaxing.”
“Relax?” My head is tossing back and forth, and I have to clench the blanket to keep from rubbing my own clit. “I need it so bad.”
“I know you do,” he says again, still working skillfully on my breasts.
My arousal is a deep, compelling ache, and I hear myself choking on soft, sobbing sounds in my urgency. “Edmund, please!”
Finally—finally—he skates his hand down my abdomen until he’s pulling my thighs apart, leaving my hot, wet flesh exposed to the afternoon air. He flicks my clit briefly, causing me to cry out from the sudden surge of sensations. Then he opens me intimately and slides one finger inside me, massaging my inner walls.
“Yes, please!” I say, extending the last word in a long hiss. My hips start rocking to ride his finger, and I squeeze eagerly around the penetration.
“Don’t force it, baby. You don’t always have to control it.”
I make more of those sobbing sounds but manage to relax my pelvis, holding my legs far apart and bending my knees to give him better access.
“That’s right. That’s so good.” He adds another finger inside me and keeps up the erotic massage.
I flail my arms as the sensations intensify but manage to keep my hips still and my internal muscles relaxed the way he wants them.
“Now you’re just right. Try to breathe slower and deeper.” When I do as he says, he murmurs, “That’s my Autumn. You’re perfect for me, baby. You’re going to come so hard.”
“Yes,” I whisper, still focusing on my breathing and keeping my body relaxed. “Please, Edmund. Please. I need it so bad.”
“You’re almost there.” He adds a third finger, stretching me more fully. And instead of rubbing, he starts to pump.
I’m so wet it makes a sloppy sound against the steady back-and-forth of the waves. I tense up in anticipation as my arousal jumps into overdrive.
“You’re getting too excited and trying to control it again. Soften up for me.”
I’m so overwhelmed by all these feelings I keep making loud, wordless pleas, but I manage to do as he says, relaxing every muscle in my body.
“There you go. Now you’re all soft. So soft for me. So beautiful. You’re almost there.”
I’m not sure I’ve ever been so loud in my life in the final mount toward orgasm. Despite every instinct, I don’t pump my body. I lay still, channeling all my need into the sounds I’m making. Most of them are wordless, but in between, I’m babbling, “Edmund, please! Yes please! Yes please!”
It’s on the finalpleasethat all the rising tension finally breaks. I cry with the flood of pleasure, and my channel clamps down hard around his fingers in rhythmic spasms.
He pushes into them, murmuring about how hard I’m coming, how perfect I’m doing, how he always wants me to trust him this much, how he always wants me to feel this good.
Just as the sensations start falling, he uses his other hand to massage my clit, and it pushes me into another climax, and after that another.
It goes on for a long time. I cry out with the pleasure and the intensity of the release until I’m hoarse. When his hand finally slows down, I’m drenched in sweat and panting roughly, and my entire body is pulsing.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life,” Edmund says in a thick, soft voice. His fingers are still rubbing my inner walls gently.
I whimper and arch up shamelessly. I’m so sensitized it almost aches.
“I thought you were done, but maybe you’re not.” He slides his fingers all the way in and rubs my clit again with a firm, circular motion.
“Yes please.” I’m hit with a fluttery mini-orgasm almost immediately. Then another one. I’m making a stretched, whining sound as I writhe with the lingering pleasure.
“You’ve needed this for a long time. You’re always holding on to so much. You’ve needed to let go like this. That’s why you can’t seem to get enough right now.”
I have no idea where he came to that insight, but what he’s saying rings true in the deepest way. It slices me open, leaving me completely vulnerable—my heart as much as my body. I’m choking on soft sobs as he continues his sensual ministrations.
“Tell me when you’ve had enough, baby,” he says. “I’m going to give you everything you need.”