coupling.
“Tease your clit,” he ordered and I un-fisted the bottom sheet, letting my right hand drift that direction. I kept my eyes closed and reveled in the sensations he wrought.
“I said touch yourself,” his voice was rough and demanding and sent an all new thrill across my nerves, I opened my eyes and the intensity of his gaze stole my breath away. His eyes were lovely, dark and deep, and that darkness had nothing to do with the color. I grazed my sensitive nub with gentle fingertips and gasped, my pussy spasming around his dick where he was buried balls deep.
“Hmmm, oh yeah, do it again.” Cutter’s eyes drifted shut and he turned his head, savoring the sound of my cry as I did it again. It was almost too much but I didn’t want to stop. No, not at all. It felt so good, he felt so good. He resorted to these deep, short little thrusts that made my toes curl and my eyes roll back in my head.
I was close, so very close, just that little bit more… and oh god… I came screaming his name, back arching so completely off the bed I was sure I would permanently damage something. That I would snap in two and would never be able to walk again and I didn’t even care.
Cutter’s arms left from behind my knees and curved beneath my back, gathering me to him while he still rode deep inside my body. He kissed my chest, between my small breasts, to my throat, before placing a gentle chaste kiss on my chin. I cupped his face with gentle hands when his lips met mine. His beard tickling my palms as we kissed languorously, so slowly, the gentleness a shocking change from our rough exchange of earlier.
He moved slowly and carefully inside me now, while I trembled uncontrollably in his arms, coming back down slowly from the stratosphere where he’d launched me. He smoothed my hair back from my face and captured my gaze with his.
“Easy, Sweetheart, I’ve got you,” he whispered and emotion welled within me as blood welled from a cut, spilling out of my soul and welling slightly in my eyes. Ah, fuck, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be a hot fuck and nothing more, I wasn’t supposed to feel anything but physically good… what the fuck was Cutter doing to me?
“Shh, I’m right here,” his voice was soothing, tone sympathetic – no, empathetic and I swallowed hard, forcing down the confusion and myriad emotions struggling to keep them in check, to not feel what was going on. He kissed me, soft, gentle pecks of his lips on mine, hips lazily moving between my thighs. I twined my legs around him and rode on the gentle current of pleasure he sent thrumming through my core and he smiled down at me and it was probably the most beautiful and intimate smile any man had ever given me.
My heart did a series of back flips in my chest, fluttering erratically and I think, for the first time that I could ever remember doing it, I fell a little in love.
“You good, Sweetheart?” he asked me and I nodded and again with the smile that made my heart stutter in my chest.
“K, hang on to me,” he ordered gently. I twined my arms around his shoulders obediently and trusted that he had me as he took me through yet another orgasm, only this one was much less fierce, a sweeping, gentle thing that left me limp with total satisfaction. He leaned down and kissed me again and I was vaguely aware of him twitching his last inside me which set off a whole ‘nother set of aftershocks through me.
I lay gasping in Cutter’s bed, carefully bracketed by his muscular body and I felt… safe. Cared for… it was strange, unique. I was used to being in control of myself and all of my faculties and somehow, someway, Cutter had stripped me of them all. Left me bare and raw and vulnerable beneath him, and instead of lording that fact over me, he protected me. Held me in the palms of his hands, soothed me, kissed me and silently promised to use the power he held over me now for good rather than evil purposes and I think
“Tease your clit,” he ordered and I un-fisted the bottom sheet, letting my right hand drift that direction. I kept my eyes closed and reveled in the sensations he wrought.
“I said touch yourself,” his voice was rough and demanding and sent an all new thrill across my nerves, I opened my eyes and the intensity of his gaze stole my breath away. His eyes were lovely, dark and deep, and that darkness had nothing to do with the color. I grazed my sensitive nub with gentle fingertips and gasped, my pussy spasming around his dick where he was buried balls deep.
“Hmmm, oh yeah, do it again.” Cutter’s eyes drifted shut and he turned his head, savoring the sound of my cry as I did it again. It was almost too much but I didn’t want to stop. No, not at all. It felt so good, he felt so good. He resorted to these deep, short little thrusts that made my toes curl and my eyes roll back in my head.
I was close, so very close, just that little bit more… and oh god… I came screaming his name, back arching so completely off the bed I was sure I would permanently damage something. That I would snap in two and would never be able to walk again and I didn’t even care.
Cutter’s arms left from behind my knees and curved beneath my back, gathering me to him while he still rode deep inside my body. He kissed my chest, between my small breasts, to my throat, before placing a gentle chaste kiss on my chin. I cupped his face with gentle hands when his lips met mine. His beard tickling my palms as we kissed languorously, so slowly, the gentleness a shocking change from our rough exchange of earlier.
He moved slowly and carefully inside me now, while I trembled uncontrollably in his arms, coming back down slowly from the stratosphere where he’d launched me. He smoothed my hair back from my face and captured my gaze with his.
“Easy, Sweetheart, I’ve got you,” he whispered and emotion welled within me as blood welled from a cut, spilling out of my soul and welling slightly in my eyes. Ah, fuck, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be a hot fuck and nothing more, I wasn’t supposed to feel anything but physically good… what the fuck was Cutter doing to me?
“Shh, I’m right here,” his voice was soothing, tone sympathetic – no, empathetic and I swallowed hard, forcing down the confusion and myriad emotions struggling to keep them in check, to not feel what was going on. He kissed me, soft, gentle pecks of his lips on mine, hips lazily moving between my thighs. I twined my legs around him and rode on the gentle current of pleasure he sent thrumming through my core and he smiled down at me and it was probably the most beautiful and intimate smile any man had ever given me.
My heart did a series of back flips in my chest, fluttering erratically and I think, for the first time that I could ever remember doing it, I fell a little in love.
“You good, Sweetheart?” he asked me and I nodded and again with the smile that made my heart stutter in my chest.
“K, hang on to me,” he ordered gently. I twined my arms around his shoulders obediently and trusted that he had me as he took me through yet another orgasm, only this one was much less fierce, a sweeping, gentle thing that left me limp with total satisfaction. He leaned down and kissed me again and I was vaguely aware of him twitching his last inside me which set off a whole ‘nother set of aftershocks through me.
I lay gasping in Cutter’s bed, carefully bracketed by his muscular body and I felt… safe. Cared for… it was strange, unique. I was used to being in control of myself and all of my faculties and somehow, someway, Cutter had stripped me of them all. Left me bare and raw and vulnerable beneath him, and instead of lording that fact over me, he protected me. Held me in the palms of his hands, soothed me, kissed me and silently promised to use the power he held over me now for good rather than evil purposes and I think
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