Page 59 of Cutter

He put her down gently and picked up the condom. As he began to open the foil, she grasped his hand. “Can I?” she asked. “I want to put it on you.”

“Sure, baby. Do you know how?”

“Guide me.” Smiling, she took it from his fingers, then carefully tore the foil.

Oh, this was going to be both difficult and fun. Sure as shit, she held his cock in her small hand, and he almost came right then. Silently, he started counting. He wanted, no,neededto prolong this.

“Put it on the tip, then roll it down the shaft,” he instructed. “Careful with the fingernails.”

“This way?”

He let out a sharp breath. It wasn’t just the physical pleasure riding him; it was mental and spiritual as well. No other woman had ever asked to put a condom on him. Watching Emily do it with trembling hands was the most erotic and exciting thing he’d ever seen. When she reached the base of his cock and grinned up at him, the surge of emotions left him speechless. Cutter couldn’t delay anymore.

“Put your elbows down and lean back a little. You’re going to see everything.”

As Emily followed his instructions, he lifted her hips high enough to align the head of his cock with her sheath. “Watch, sweet Emmy. Watch how I take you.” Thrusting forward, he entered her heat. The world spun for him. The sensation was more than pleasurable; it was delicious and enlightening. He belonged there. This was his place, his haven and refuge. His cock jerked, demanding to go deeper. And he did. He had to fill her, arouse and caress her. Reach her womb. The wondrous place he’d bathe one day with his seed to create life. Their own children.

“Do you see? I’m going into you. Look at us,” he demanded, moving back, showing his erection dripping with her juices.

“Yes.”

“Do you like it?” This time, he shoved in so hard, her breasts jiggled, and she dropped her head back. “Tell me.”

“I do, Daddy. I do.” Surprising him, Emily reached for his cock and held the base gently. As he eased in and out of her sheath and circled fingers, stimulation doubled for him. His climax approached.

“Hold on. I’m turning you, baby.” Anchoring one leg, he flipped Emily onto her belly, then brought her hips up as he impaled himself deeper. “Put your forehead down.” Licking his fingers, he reached around her waist and pinched her clit.

There. He had her just right. As her sheath contracted around him, Emily trembled. “Now we’re talking,” he murmured close to her face, tugging and twisting her clit.

“Ah!” she exclaimed. Rounding her shoulders, she invited him into the frenzy, and he went with it. Supporting her weight with an arm around her waist, he pulled her butt higher as he draped himself over her. Finally, they were as one in the dance. He was in her as she was in him. If he could, he’d go deeper still.He understood how she felt. It wasn’t enough for him either. Never enough. He’d need a lifetime with her. And maybe at the very end, he might be sated.

“Come. Now.”

Permission given, Emily jerked and pulsed around his cock, eliciting his explosion. Cutter gave himself over to the climax. And yet, as he released, a tiny regret in the back of his mind diminished the pleasure and the experience. The union wasn’t entirely complete. A barrier had stood between them, and he’d been left wanting. He decided then. Whatever it took, he’d make sure their next union would be flesh to flesh. No barrier would stand in the way. The need was primordial and irresistible. His spirit demanded that he spill his seed in Emily’s sheath, marking her as his for all eternity.

“Is something wrong, Daddy?” Emily’s voice came out muffled. He’d had her wrapped up within his arms, with one leg thrown over her hips. They’d been clinging to each other for a long time. Neither had made a move to separate.

Cutter hesitated to tell the truth.Lead by example, he reminded himself. You want her honesty, then give yours.

“Thinking.”

“About?”

“I don’t want to use condoms again.”

“Neither do I, Daddy. They get in the way. I’m on the pill. We don’t need them.”

He sat up against the headboard, then pulled her up with him. “What?”

Shimmying, she straddled his hips and sat, displaying her glorious breasts and dark pink nipples. He almost forgot what they were discussing.

Her response kept him on track. “A few years back, I developed hormonal issues. My doctor prescribed them.”

“Are you okay now? Do they work for you?”

“Oh, yes. They’re a blessing. My monthly courses are regular, and the cramps are gone.”

“I’ve always been careful and selective with my partners. I used condoms and got regular checkups. But lately…” He shrugged. “I’ve been involved in a love affair with my hand.” He chuckled. Lifting a hand, he wiggled his fingers. “That and girly magazines.”

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