Page 49 of Cutter's Hope

God I love how his voice held that pleasant edge, like he were talking about something as mundane as the weather, even as it held that razor’s slice of command, so sharp, so stark and there it was hard not to cut yourself on it for real. I turned over and he got between my thighs. I arched ready to take him in but instead he grabbed me and dragged me to the bottom of the mattress again, almost to the point my ass was hanging off.

I put my toes against the carpet as he knelt between my knees, gazing up my body deliberately. His expression stoic, eyes liquid, dark and deep with lust and heavier things as he let my anticipation build to feverish heights.

“You like having your pussy licked?” he asked and his voice was a barely there growl. I swallowed hard.

“Oh yeah,” I agreed and nodded.

“Good, I could go down on a woman for hours if she’d let me,” he said and lowered his face, agonizingly slow before licking a long, deliberate wet line from my opening to my clit. I fell back against the mattress and let him do whatever he wanted. Holy mother of god that felt good.

“No argument’s here, you can go as long as you’d like,” I said and tangled my fingers in the cheap bedspread to either side of my hips. I moaned and writhed provocatively, I couldn’t help it. Cutter’s mouth was… wow.

He slid two fingers inside of me, stretching and filling me, searching out that spot and oh god, oh god, oh god, I couldn’t help the cry that spilled from my throat as I rippled around his fingers and came undone. He chuckled against my clit and the vibration of it was almost too much, I jerked and his forearm braced across my hips, flattening me to the bed.

Holy hell, he provided way more than a distraction. He made me come so many times with his mouth I lost count. I was a puddle of Hope in the middle of his bed when he finally got around to ordering me up into the center of it. It took me way more tries than it should have for me to comply and the heat index went up by like a million degrees as I watched him stand there, stroking himself with sure fingers while he waited for me to fulfill his demand. I reached for him once I was settled and he came to me gladly, his smile feral and possessive and giving me an all new thrill as he covered my body with his own.

His hair curtained our faces and the world was suddenly shrouded, the diffuse light from the bedside lamp muted even further, the warmth of him against me, caged by his body… it was magical. So perfect and incredibly intimate. I wanted to stay here forever. I closed my eyes and breathed in his salty ocean smell underlying his light layering of Old Spice cologne and found bliss.

“I’ve got you, Sweetness,” he breathed and I dragged his face to mine. I kissed him deeply, my heart crying out with relief that I had finally found a man who got me, who connected with me on that deep sublevel, who was so finely in tune with me.

He eased into me slowly, carefully, this time and it felt so incredibly good. I moaned into his mouth and he cradled me so gently in his embrace. His body met mine and filled me to the brim and I sighed out in purest satisfaction. He moved slow and deliberate, his eyes drifting shut and I don’t know how long we lay in a tangle of limbs, bodies joined, moving in rhythm and synchronized beyond reason. We were drunk off each other and the communication of purest emotions through touch and glance, kiss and caress.

It was probably one of the most beautiful, sharing, joining… Hell I needed to call it what it was! It was probably one of the first times ever that I made lovewitha man, not just to him. It was exquisite and perfect and scared the bejesus out of me all at once. It left me breathless with wonder and my chest tight with wanting, for the first time I could ever remember, I allowed myself to wantformyself. I wanted to stay like this in Cutter’s arms forever and never have him let me go. I wanted to see where this went, I wanted so much to have a partner in this life instead of going it alone like I had been all this time.

“Stay with me…” I said and swallowed hard, not quite believing I had voiced the plea out loud.

“Hmm, you’ve got me dead to rights, Sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere,” he murmured and brought the back of my hand to his lips. I had no idea how long we had been at this but I never wanted it to end. I was aware that our skins were lightly dewed with sweat; that our breathing came harsh and uneven and that Cutter’s other arm, where he held himself off from crushing me, well it trembled finely with exertion.

“No, I mean after… after all of this, stay with me,” I swallowed past the lump in my throat and Cutter smiled so sweetly, so serenely down at me. He pressed into me to the hilt and captured my eyes with his.

“Baby, I just told you, I’m not going anywhere. We’ll figure this out, one day, one minute at a time if we have to… I’m with you. I’m staying with you.” He bowed his head and kissed me into silence and tranquility.

God I was falling in love with this man. I was falling in love with him hard. It started with his confidence and carried on through his steady dedication. He was trustworthy. Incredibly so. He turned me on and turned me inside out and he just seemed to know what I was about or what I needed sometimes before even I did. I wanted to stay. I wanted to try. I had never even come close to wanting anyone else the way I wanted Cutter and as much as that scared me, as much as that terrified me because I was putting myself out there… I couldn’t deny this attraction was turning into something much stronger.

I swallowed hard and came again and Cutter hummed his appreciation, he slowed in his careful love making and stilled. Holding me close and I sighed out and took the comfort and strength he offered me. We lay, panting in the circle of each other’s arms for some time before he drew back and searched my face.

“I mean it, Sweetheart. You’ve got me.” He whispered, reassuring, and kissed me one more time. We didn’t even try to get up or clean up, that could be done come morning. Instead we lay close and warm and safe and slept. I woke, vaguely, sometime in the night when Cutter reached for and switched out the lamp, but he came right back to me, pulling the blankets around us both. I slept solid and I slept hard after that and it was precisely what I needed.

22

Cutter…

“Seriously… I hate you guys,” Hope mumbled against my chest when the door flew open the next day.

“Love you too, Baby. Now get your asses up!” Pyro barked and ripped open the curtains over the window, flooding the room with bright, late morning sunlight.

“Dude, what the fuck?” I demanded.

“Ruth called, wants a sit down and is offering real fucking food as a peace offering for the hour.” Marlin said, stretching in the doorway. The boys started pouring in after him and leaning against furniture and doorways, taking up seating space in the one armchair and on the sink counter.

“We having church?” I asked.

“Sort of,” Beast said crossing his massive arms over his chest.

“You forget the civilian in the room?” I asked.

“Pfft! The way Hope handles herself, she ain’t no civilian. She ain’t no ol’ lady either, we don’t know what she is but whatever it is we like her,” Atlas declared. I raised an eyebrow and Hope cuddled into my side more, resting her head on my shoulder.

“You’re right, I’m not old, so thanks for that… or are you just saying that so I won’t kick your ass? Wait…” she pushed up and glared at Atlas blearily, “What the fuck is an ol’ lady to you douchecanoe’s anyways?”

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