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Eddie's touch caressed lower. Her nipple, already tight from the kiss of the cool breeze, strained towards his hand. Just when she thought he would tease her by maintaining a light touch, Eddie palmed her breast and squeezed.
With her next breath, Margot sighed.
"Breathe," he said again. His voice was much closer to her this time. When her eyes fluttered open, she discovered Eddie's face mere inches from her own. "Breathe." He caught her shallow outtake of breath as he leaned in and kissed her.
Margot melted in his arms. More and more recently, she had been wanting him to kiss her like this. She almost couldn't concentrate during their encounters without first tasting the reprieve of his lips; they were too distracting in the way that they formed words, relayed research...when all she really wanted was for them to be on her. All of her. It was the only language she had found so far that could articulate how she felt around him, and Eddie spoke it in spades.
His tongue wound with hers in a sensuous dance. Margot thought the candle flames had leapt into their mouths, the way they undulated and joined together. Every breath she took, Eddie also took, gasping it into himself. She was pretty sure this wasn't the proper technique to assume when it came to yoga breathing. Her pulse beat wildly and resounded in her like a drum. She swore she could feel the heat of the fire surrounding them: every tiny pinprick suddenly joined together in her peripheral to rage like an inferno. Eddie's touch, his kiss, were the things stoking the blaze.
And Margot couldn't have cared less anymore about the fire code.
Eddie crossed his legs and drew her down with him. Margot followed, helpless to resist the pull of his dark eyes. God, she could lose herself in the way he looked at her. Eddie had always been capable of speaking unvoiced volumes in the span of a single glance; his face was an open book to anyone he chose to let read it, and there was something completely irresistible about a natural charmer like him selecting her as the sole focus of his attention. Margot had always felt that way, whether they found themselves coming together inside a crowded room, or alone and fumbling
around in the dark back at his brownstone. Eddie knew how to make her feel like she was the most special person in the world to him. No one else’s opinion of her mattered as much as his did, save her own opinion of herself. With Eddie, she was safe and looked-after. She could let herself go completely.
His erection jutted proudly between his legs, nestled in a bushel of neatly-groomed curls. Margot sat astride it, never quite lowering her full weight onto him; she maintained enough space between them to give her fingers full license to run along Eddie’s treasure trail. He hissed a pleasured purr at her fleeting caresses. His cock slotted itself between her legs, and she rocked herself on it, enjoying the little thrills that shot through her every time her hips undulated forward and brought her clit into contact with his pelvis. Her hands smoothed up his chest, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Eddie gripped her waist, lightly pushing and pulling her against him in tandem with her thrusts.
She met his lips hungrily with her own. Eddie's kiss was hot and slick and deep; she had always guessed he would be a good kisser. He had been her first kiss, once upon a time, but the chaste pecks they had shared when they were children were nothing compared to the kind of kisses he lavished on her now. One, two, three sweeps and he massaged her mouth open; Margot made a breathless noise as his tongue swept past her teeth and tangled with her own. The kiss didn't endure nearly long enough to satisfy her. Almost as soon as he had memorized the taste of her, Eddie pulled back to tongue the hollow of her neck. Just as she was starting to enjoy that, he dragged his face up to nip at her chin with the edges of his teeth.
It was like their first night together all over again. Lately there had been so much emphasis on the wedding, and the baby, that Margot had almost feared what intimacy with Eddie would be like. What if it wasn't as good as she remembered? What if they weren't the slightest bit physically compatible, at all? But maybe, just maybe, it hadn't been the alcohol that had blurred her better judgement that time and caused her every sense to converge into one. Maybe it had been Eddie all along, the strength of her feelings for him, and his answering passion.
Maybe they were better together than she could have ever believed possible.
His erection strained beneath her, and his hips rose in small, questing thrusts that were becoming more and more frequent. She felt a hand fish between her legs to rub and finger and tease. She gasped and arched in his arms, and kissed every inch of his face that came within reach of her frantic lips. She mouthed the hard curve of his jaw; she let her lips drag along one rough cheek, relishing the lingering spearmint taste of his aftershave; she worshipped his temple and licked the shell of his ear. He groaned, as if her every ministration drove him closer and closer to an unseen breaking point. His fingers answered her by rubbing harder along her outer folds. He sank one into her, and when he found her already damp with anticipation, slid another in beside it. Margot rocked into the sensation, driving Eddie's fingers several joints deeper, and gave a little cry when he struck that secret node that could make the world come apart at its seams.
"Margot..." Eddie's voice was deeper than she remembered it being several seconds before. She kept kissing him fervently; she wanted to see just how husky it could get when saying her name. Eddie groaned and extracted his fingers. She tensed as he pushed her thighs wide, then…
Margot sank down onto his cock with a moan that almost sounded like a sigh of relief. She let her head fall back, and closed her eyes against even the breathtaking view of the skyline; everything she wanted in that moment was in her arms, and she wanted to experience Eddie to the utmost. She lost herself completely in the sensation of joining with him again. How had they ever let themselves be parted before?
“Feel good?” Eddie’s voice was low and coaxing, but there was a spark of the old deviousness there that she had been missing so much these past months. The fact that it would reappear now was almost too erotic for words. It was like Eddie was some kind of sensual shape-changer whose true nature was only revealed to her now that they were out in the open air, beneath the city lights and the glowing face of the moon.
Once she had settled fully in his lap, and acclimated herself to how well he filled her, Margot began to move. She no longer felt held back by her apprehensions about their relationship, or how she looked, or what the next day would bring. A metamorphosis didn’t have to be a scary thing; with Eddie, she could spread new wings and take flight. As she rocked against him, she reveled in the way her heavier breasts bounced against her rib cage. This new body was sensational. How had she not paused to appreciate it before?
Eddie’s fingers inched up her stomach, and Margot smiled to herself. She pressed a hand to his chest and pushed him down; he fell backward into the yoga mat, and she rearranged her hips around his pelvis. Now that he was lying sprawled beneath her, he had better access to her breasts. His hands were on her again almost before she had time to adjust to their new position.
“Holy shit Margot,” he breathed. “You look incredible.”
She leaned down as if to whisper a secret. “I feel incredible, Eddie.” Her words stirred a loose strand of hair that had fallen forward into her face, and she didn’t bother blowing it back. She was sultry; powerful. Every part of her in disarray was natural and beautiful, and she wanted Eddie to stamp this moment in his memory. She cupped his face in her hands as she began to move against him once more. “I feel incredible when I’m with you,” she said.
“I feel the same.”
His broad hands squeezed her breasts, then gave them an experimental roll. Margot bit her lip. She couldn’t help smiling at the incredulous look on Eddie’s face as he took her in. He pinched her left nipple and glanced up to gauge her reaction. Margot’s hips bucked, almost without her consent, and she hissed as he pulled the rosebud taut. “That feel good?” Eddie asked.
“Stop checking in with me,” Margot growled. She didn’t want to feel like she was being looked after, not right now. She jerked her hips clockwise, and Eddie’s hands fell away. His head rocked back and hit the yoga mat.
“Fuck!”
More like it. Margot drew her lip back between her teeth and gave him her best pair of temptress eyes. She lowered her lashes and swirled her hips again.
“Oh, fuck,” Eddie moaned. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?” Margot arched her back and raised her ass up off him. It wasn’t quite enough height to make Eddie withdraw from her fully, but almost. She kept the thick tip of his cock buried inside her, just enough to tease them both. “How am I looking at you? And what happens if I keep doing it?”
"God," Eddie groaned. The hands on her hips tried to pull her back down to engulf him, but she resisted; she wiggled a little instead, and was rewarded with a noise she had never heard him make before. "I really met my match in you, didn't I?"
"Took you long enough to realize." Margot was pleased with his remark. She decided to reward them both by easing herself back down over his shaft. Eddie seized beneath her, and his head fell back again; her moan joined in with his as she settled down atop him once more. "So what yoga poses did you want to show me?" she panted. She doubted she would be able to successfully control her breathing at all with him buried so far inside her, but she was willing to keep up the pretense of "couples yoga" for at least a few minutes more. She enjoyed teasing Eddie way too much to give up and go at it this early...even though the way he moved beneath her made it sorely tempting.
"Well..." Eddie paused as she thrust herself forward a little atop him, and continued when she decided to relent and allow him to speak, "...I was thinking we could start slow with something basic, like..."
