Page 48 of Restoration

He makes room for his body between my legs and then edges his erection inside me. When we’re both comfortable, he starts thrusting, smiling in satisfaction as the breeze blows a few curly strands of his hair that are already drying.

We go at it for a while that way until he must realize it isn’t going to get me to climax. He pulls out and rolls over onto his back, pulling me on top of him so I’m straddling his hips.

Together, we manage to get me in position so I can sheathe his erection again. I roll my hips in pleasure at the tight penetration, and then I brace myself on his shoulders and ride him.

He loves watching me in this position. His eyes are hot and pleased and smiling as he stares at me moving above him, my breasts jiggling wildly as I accelerate my movements.

“That’s right,” he’s muttering. “That’s my Autumn. You like to be on top, don’t you? You’re riding me so good.”

He’s grabbed my hips to hold me in place so my enthusiastic motion doesn’t cause him to slip out of me. But eventually he lets go with one hand so he can find and rub my clit.

I cry out loudly, dropping my head back as an orgasm comes on unexpectedly.

“There you go,” he says hoarsely, his hand tightening into the flesh of my hip. “Let go all the way. Show me how good you’re feeling.”

I keep grinding over him until the last of the spasms have worked through me. Then he starts thrusting up into me from below, hard and feral, until he finally pulls out with a loud, stretched exclamation. He squeezes himself with his hand as he comes in hard spurts on my breasts.

We’re both gasping and smiling as our bodies relax. I wipe off his come with my hand and then manage to stand up so I can wade back into the water to clean off the sweat and sand and the rest of the fluids.

Edmund follows me, pulling me into his arms as we stand together in the water.

He’s always soft after sex. So incredibly sweet.

He kisses me a few times before I start to feel too emotionally vulnerable. Then I gently pull away to walk back up the beach. Wash up with our rainwater, dry off, and get dressed.

Edmund does the same. We eat fruit for breakfast and then start our morning chores.

First we take the repaired raft out to use our net to fish. We pull in several plus a highly indignant eel. We let all of them go except a couple of medium-sized silvery-gray fish.

Neither of us are informed enough on fish types to identify them, but we only eat the fish that look “normal” to us. We don’t eat the colorful tropical ones or the odd-shaped ones or the very small ones. Maybe they would be tasty, but I’m not comfortable eating anything too pretty or delicate or rare.

We row back to the shore and secure our raft. Then Edmund skins, debones, and filets the fish (that’s a chore I’ve never been comfortable with) while I go to the stream to fill up a jug we found in the sailboat with spring water for us to drink today.

When the fish prep is done, we both hike into the forest to get enough coconuts and fruit for today and tomorrow morning. Then, while it’s still cool enough, we make a circuit around the island, walking on the beach to check our SOSs (we’ve got six of them now) and see if anything useful has washed up onto the shore overnight.

We find a plastic water bottle and the remains of an old kite. We pick them both up and take them back to keep in our storage area in case they might come in handy.

Our hut has grown over the past month. It now consists of the bedroom (the original section), a separate storage place, and a wide stone patio covered by an awning. The firepit with two rock seats is situated beside it. We found metal shelf brackets we repurposed to hold up the metal eye of the portable stovetop from the sailboat. We’ve situated it over the fire so we can use it for cooking.

We’ve eaten all the canned food we found on the boat, but we still have two more boxes left of our protein bars. Otherwise we’ve lived on fish, fruit, and coconuts for the past month and a half.

I’ve lost some weight. I can tell from the way my clothes fit. And Edmund’s belly is even flatter than before if that’s possible. But we’ve managed pretty well overall. We’ve been basically healthy and have enough energy for the work we need to do.

It still feels like we’re living in a weird dream world or a bubble, but it hasn’t been as terrible as I would have expected.

We can probably live here contentedly like this for years if we have to.

Sometimes I think about how I’ll feel if anything happens to Edmund, but then my mind immediately shies away from that thought.

I can’t even process it, so I don’t let myself.

For now I have him, and that’s enough.

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WE SPEND MOST AFTERNOONStaking it easy—lounging around, napping, or resting and only working on small tasks that require little exertion. It’s too hot for hard labor in the heat of the afternoon, and we rarely have enough work to require going all day anyway.

Today, after lunch, we take a dip in the ocean and then spread a blanket out to lie on the shady sand near our shelter. We talk for a while. Edmund tells me some funny stories from his college years that I haven’t heard before, and I tell him about my uneventful, vanilla years in university.

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