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“What?” her word was slow and drowsy.
“Now that we’re engaged, I’m dying to come inside you without protection. I’ve never had sex without a condom, but I want that with you.”
She turned her head. “You’ve never had sex without a condom?”
“No. Have you?”
“No, but then I haven’t had much sex to begin with.”
“I want it so bad.”
“Mmm.” River pushed against me with her bare butt.
“Soon,” I whispered and slid my erection against her soft skin.
“We could do it now,” River said in a sing-song voice and positioned herself just right.
“You don’t know how tempted I am, but we shouldn’t take that chance.”
“Why not?” Her eyes were serious when she turned to look at me. “We’ve already decided that we’re going to marry.”
“You could get pregnant.”
“I know, but it wouldn’t be a disaster, would it?”
Fuuuck… an explosion of desire erupted inside me, and I was almost blinded with the single narrow focus of getting inside her, but from way back in my mind, the sorrow of being told I was a mishap brought me to my senses.
“When we’re married, I’ll happily fill you with my semen day and night, but our child will be conceived in love after we decide that we’re ready to be parents and not because we’re horny.”
“Then grab a condom.”
I did, and ten minutes later, when I held on to River’s perfect body and came inside her, I imagined doing it
without a condom.
