eight
E DMUND IS A REALLY good kisser.
I guess it shouldn’t surprise me since he’s had such success with women, but I’ve often heard that rich, handsome men never have to try very hard to get what they want and so they don’t work much on their skills in bed.
But Edmund either has skills or natural talent. His kiss is consuming. Passionate. And incredibly active with both his tongue and his hands constantly moving. I can’t help but respond to the embrace with equal fervor, moving my palms up and down from his back to his ass with an entitlement that has never been like me at all.
I’m not sure how long we stand by our shelter kissing, but both my heart and my body are reacting to him in a way I’ve never experienced before. When he ducks his head to suck hard at the side of my throat, I gasp and drop my head back from the surge of pleasure.
He makes pleased, greedy sounds deep in his throat, as if he’s enjoying my responsiveness. He moves his head up and gives me a light nip just below my right ear, and my knees buckle.
They literally buckle.
I grab hold of his waist to keep from falling down.
He’s chuckling as his lips find mine again. I’m so eager for it that I try to suck his tongue into my mouth. When my legs wobble again, I wrap my arms around his neck to hold on, and eventually the sensations are so overwhelming that I pull back to breathe and clear my head.
We stare at each other for a long moment. His face is flushed beneath his tan, and his wavy hair is hopelessly rumpled.
“Are we really doing this?” he asks, hoarse and breathless.
His question sounds genuinely awed, but it also forces me to come to a real decision and not get swept away by physical sensations. But the truth is I don’t need to think. I already know the answer. The one everything inside me is pulling me toward with an unstoppable force.
“Yes! Yes, we’re definitely doing this.”
His expression breaks with an intense combination of pleasure, relief, and need. He’s lowering his face toward me again when I stop him.
“Let’s go in there.” I nod toward our shelter. “I really don’t want a sunburn on my ass.”
He chokes on startled laughter but immediately leans down to crawl into the room of our little hut. When we’re both inside, he’s smiling as he drawls, “So you really think you’re going to be on top?”
“What?” I’m smiling too although I’m not following his teasing. I’m rearranging the blankets so we’ll have a softer surface to lie on.
“If your ass might get burned, you must assume you’re going to be on top.”
“Oh.” I giggle. “Well, I just assumed you were going to expect me to do all the work.”
He’s moving over me already. Easing me down so I’m lying on the blankets. “Definitely not,” he murmurs before he kisses me again.
This kiss is equally overwhelming but even more intimate because of our prone positions. He’s basically lying on top of me, and our bodies are touching all over. Neither of us is wearing very much, so there’s a lot of bare skin to rub together.
Edmund is lean and hard and hot and feels amazing as he moves against me. He’s fully erect in his underwear because I can feel the shape of him pressing into my middle. His tongue is making rhythmic thrusts that match the rocking of his hips, and I swear the motion and nothing more might be enough to push me over the edge.
Finally he straightens up enough to grab the damp fabric of my tank top and pull it off over my head. I raise my arms to help him, and my breasts bounce free as we get the top off.
He leers down at my chest with a hungry gaze. “Damn, Autumn. How are you this hot?”
I giggle with both amusement and self-consciousness. Then lose the ability to laugh when his hands move to cup the full, heavy w of my breasts before rolling both nipples with his thumbs.
It feels so good—so intense—that I suck in a sharp breath and arch my back.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” His eyes are moving urgently from my chest to my face and back again. “A man could lose it just from watching you.”
I have to work to keep my voice somewhat natural instead of melting into a puddle of pure lust. “Does that mean you’re going to lose it?”
He gives me a wolfish smile before he slides his hands down to my hips and tucks his fingers into the sides of my panties. “Not yet.” He drags my slightly wet underwear down my legs until I’m completely naked.
He does some more of that staring, muttering about how incredibly gorgeous and sexy I am and how he has no idea how anyone could turn him on so much from nothing more than existing.
The hot praise and his greedy expression are enough to make my head spin. I’m already so aroused it feels like I’m getting the blanket beneath me a little bit wet.
“You get naked too,” I tell him when I start to feel a bit vulnerable.
He meets my eyes and then looks down at the bulge in the front of his boxer briefs. He’s kneeling beside where I’m sprawled out.
“Do it,” I tell him. Maybe he’s going to think I’m bossy, but I don’t care at the moment. I want him as naked as I am.
He smiles as he tugs down his underwear and manages to pull them off despite his awkward position.
His erection jiggles slightly with his motion. He’s a good size. I like the dark hair at his groin and the developed muscles of his thighs.
“Well?” he demands when I just stare. “Now’s the one time you have nothing to say?”
I smile up at him, reaching to grab him by the shoulders so I can pull him back down toward me. “You look better than anything I’ve ever seen.”
His expression perks up. “Yeah?”
It never once would have occurred to me that a man as handsome as Edmund would have any sort of self-consciousness or insecurity, especially with me. But my compliment clearly matters to him.
“Yeah,” I tell him, smiling as I pull him down into another kiss.
This one isn’t as long. Edmund’s body is tense and restless. After a minute, he pulls away from my mouth and kisses a line along my jaw and then down the side of my neck. He sucks on my pulse until I’m squirming and moaning, and then he mouths his way down to my breasts.
He spends a lot of time on them, kissing one as he fondles the other. I was already way too aroused for comfort, but after all the attention lavished on my breasts, I’m a writhing, whimpering mess.
I’m not usually very vocal in bed. I’ve always enjoyed sex, but I’ve never felt like I could truly let go. I’ve never wanted to lose control for fear of embarrassing myself.
But embarrassment is the last thing on my mind at the moment. Instead, it’s filled with a raw, overpowering need that’s spreading out through my whole being.
“Edmund!” I finally exclaim. “Edmund, you’ve got to hurry up!”
He makes a choking sound against my nipple, and his body shakes in amusement. “I should have known my Autumn would be bossy in bed.”
“I’m not bossy. I’m desperate! I’m dying here, and you’re down there taking your sweet time.”
“I thought you might be enjoying it.” His smile is warm and entitled as he lifts his head to gaze down at me.
“I’ll enjoy it more if I actually get to come.”
“All right then. You should have just asked.” He’s teasing and still chuckling as he pulls apart my thighs with an abrupt move that utterly thrills me.
Despite my arousal, I spill over into giggles. “You’d probably like me to beg, wouldn’t you?”
“Nah.” He grins as he slides one hand up my inner thigh until he’s pressing against my groin. “I like a woman bossy. And organized and efficient—even if it means she’s trying to organize us in bed.”
For some reason, the light words affect me more than when he called me gorgeous. Like it’s me he wants. Not just my body.
“And I like a creative, spontaneous man even if it means he’s as slow as paint drying and he can never get his ass moving.”
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.
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’s Edmund .
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.
***
A FTER A WHILE, WE FIND the 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?”
“A firepit.”
“Oh.” I frown. “Do you think we’ll be able to start a fire?”
“I don’t know. But we should work on it. I think coconut meat is supposed to be good grilled, and if we can ever catch any fish or crabs, we’ll need a fire to cook them up.”
He’s definitely resigned himself to not being rescued right away. He’s thinking now of how we can make things better while we’re here.
And he’s right.
“Yeah, we need to figure out a fire. And we need to figure out how to fish.”
“I’m just not sure how we can make a workable fishing rod without having a hook.”
I think for a minute. “You know what we should try? A net. We can make one out of those vines.”
“A net?”
“Yeah. Like the fishermen in the Bible. Didn’t you ever go to Sunday school?”
He chuckles. “You know perfectly well I did not.”
“Well, I think you just drag the net in the water and hope fish swim into it. It’s worth a try and a lot easier than trying to make fishhooks.”
“Yeah. We can definitely try it.”
“But I think the nets are supposed to be used on boats.” I frown, thinking through how we’ll make it work.
“Well, we’ve got all the remains of that sailboat.” He nods down toward the beached boat that’s still there on the sand. “There’s enough material there to make some sort of raft and oars. We’ve got the knife now, and maybe I can make some sort of hatchet with a rock that can help with cutting the wood.”
“Okay. Yeah. That’s a good idea. We can figure out something. It will be nice to have fish to eat. Our protein bars and fruit aren’t really cutting it.”
“I know. And we’ve got the pan from that boat, so we’ll actually be able to cook them up if we catch them.”
I’m excited about this plan. When we’re done eating, we spend a couple of hours making a firepit not far from our shelter. We dig out a shallow hole and cover it with a layer of small rocks. Then we find bigger rocks to stack in a ring around it and add wood with some dried leaves to burn.
Then we have to figure out how to start the fire. It’s harder than it should be. We try rubbing sticks together. Then we make a search for flint rocks. Once we find some, we pick out a couple of good ones and bring them back. Edmund finds a broken steel pipe from the old sailboat and brings it over to the firepit. Then he strikes one of the flint rocks against the steel.
We get sparks on the third or fourth try, and a few minutes later we have a fire.
We’re both incredibly pleased with ourselves. It feels like a victory. And the smoke from the fire has the added benefit of helping keep mosquitoes away as the sun starts to set.
We sit by our fire for hours as the day darkens into night, even though the added heat is not entirely comfortable.
We practice grilling fruit on skewers since we’ll need to construct some sort of contraption over the fire to hold the pan. We talk about what else we need to do to expand our shelter.
By the time the fire is dying out, we’re both ready for bed. So we wash up, go to the bathroom, and then crawl back into our shelter.
Tonight we don’t go straight to sleep.