Page 57 of Restoration

There are tears sliding down the sides of my face. I can’t keep my head or my hands still. I squirm and gasp out, “More, Edmund. Please.”

He works me up to one more orgasm—not as intense as the first but stronger than the mini-climaxes. And it’s only then that a wave of deep satisfaction washes over to the achy pleasure.

“Is that enough?” he asks, slowing his hand again.

“Yeah. Yeah.” I squeeze around his fingers and roll my hips. “Thank you. I’m good. Thank you. Thank you.”

He withdraws his fingers. Gives my groin some long, relieving pressure. Then leans over to kiss my mouth again. “You’re welcome.”

I reach up to hug him, pulling him all the way down on top of me. The weight of his body is a comfort, as needed as the physical release I just experienced.

He presses little kisses against my jaw and down my throat. Then finally he asks, “How do you feel?”

“I’ve never felt better in my entire life.”

He’s smiling as he lifts his head. “Good. I’ll be happy to take care of you that way any time. All you have to do is ask.”

There’s something in his eyes. A glint of humor I immediately recognize. My mind is in such a messy daze that it takes me a minute to recognize it. Then I gasp indignantly and give his shoulder a little push. “Oh, you arrogant bastard! You got me to say please!”

He laughs out loud. His body is tense because he’s been turned on for a while now, but his amusement is warm and real. “You said it more than once. You said ita lot.”

“Oh, you big jerk!” I push him over in playful outrage and climb on top of him. He’s naked, so I take care not to jar his erection. “This whole thing was one big plot.”

“No, it wasn’t. I wanted to do it. But all the pleases were a bonus.”

I can’t help but laugh. There’s absolutely no way for me to stay mad at this man. I lean down to kiss him and then mouth my way quickly down his body until I can take his erection between my lips.

He’s groaning almost immediately as I fit as much of him as I can in my mouth. I suck hard, bobbing my head in a fast rhythm I know he likes.

“Yes, Autumn, I need you,” he murmurs on a taken breath.

The familiar words in this particular context fill me with warm satisfaction.

I keep sucking him off, and he rocks and twitches beneath me until his hands tighten in my hair, holding me in place as he comes with a loud bellow of release.

I swallow down as much of his semen as I can, wiping the rest off my face as I straighten up.

His eyes are relaxed. Deeply sated. So warm as he gazes up at me. He pulls me down and moves me into position so I’m cradled in his arm, half on top of him.

“I’m almost to my fertile period of the month,” I say randomly after several minutes of lying tangled together. “So we should probably avoid intercourse for the next few days. Just to be safe.”

He chuckles tiredly and brushes kisses against my hair. “Well, we can do more of what we just did, and I’ll be perfectly happy.”

I smile as I close my eyes. “Me too.”

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