“I thought you just did that. Like … a couple of times,” she says with a ghost of a smile.
I laugh and, for the first time in years, I feel free. You would think she’d be embarrassed or shy after what just happened. After all, it had been pretty intense for a virgin. Not Beth, though. Maybe that’s why we mesh so well. I slowly stand her up, holding her close to my body and not wanting to let her go.
“The lady has jokes,” I whisper against her mouth before claiming it in a sweet, soft kiss, my tongue dancing with hers. She holds onto me, her tongue playing with mine, and we break away slowly.
“I’m taking a bath?” she asks, looking over at the water running in the bathtub and then back at me.
“We are.” I help her climb in. “Scoot up,” I tell her when she’s settled, then get in behind her.
“And to think I’ve always been a shower person,” she says, reclining back into me. My arms slip around her while the water continues to fill.
“I’ll show you how wonderful showers can be too, mi cielo … Don’t worry.”
She kisses my shoulder. I stretch to turn the water off, quickly wash my now-raging cock, then take the soap and begin lathering my hands.
“Tell me about your life, Beth. I want to know more.”
“Not much more to tell,” she says, but from the way her body tenses up, I know she’s lying.
I decide not to push her—not yet. My hands go around to cup her breasts, massaging the soap in and just enjoying the feel of them. For such a small woman, her breasts are large. The nipples are a pale pink and about the size of a dime. I love the way they feel in my mouth, the way my tongue can torture them, my teeth imprison them. I nearly groan as my dick hardens into full launch mode.
The fucker can just calm down; there’s no way she’s going to be ready to go again. Soon, though. I’m not going to be able to wait long.
I pull on her nipples and her head goes back against my chest, her hips thrust up, sloshing the water around us. “Skull,” she moans.
“You have beautiful breasts. So large and juicy… made to pleasure and bring a man to his knees,” I whisper, still torturing her nipples. “And your nipples… They taste so sweet, so inviting…”
A picture slams into my mind, a picture of Beth nursing my child. My son or daughter’s lips latching on and drinking from her body while her stomach is swollen with another child. You would think that would make my dick deflate. Instead, I feel pre-cum leak off the head and my balls tighten. It felt so fucking good coming inside of her, filling her full of my seed while my shaft was pressed as deep into her womb as humanly possible. It wasn’t a conscious decision, but it was on purpose. I want to fill her with my babies. Lock her to me for eternity.
“Skull, sweetheart… Oh, God, that feels so good,” she moans, her hands biting into my legs on either side of her, and she pushes her ass against me, further torturing my cock.
“You could be pregnant even now, mi cielo. We used nothing. My babe could be growing inside of you.”
I didn’t mean to say that, but fuck, now that I’ve had the vision, I want it. I fucking want it, and now. I wish I had kept that shit to myself, though, when her body goes rock solid against me and she pulls away.
“That can’t happen,” she whispers, standing up.
Jesus, is the thought of having a child with me so terrifying? But then, I’ve told her I will tire of her. She doesn’t understand that having her and taking her virginity have been game-changers.
I capture her hand and she twists to the side to look at me.
“Sit back down here, mi cielo. Face me this time. I want to take care of you. I didn’t realize the thought of my child was so repelling to you.”
Something flashes in her eyes. I think she’s about to call me on my earlier comments about growing tired of her. Instead, she turns and sits back down, this time facing me. I loop her legs on each side of me, pulling her as close to me as I can. I busy myself with cleaning the blood from the inside of her thighs.
“It’s not that, Skull… though that would be insane. I’m not exactly in the shape to raise a child alone.”
“You wouldn’t be alone, Beth,” I tell her, and for now, I will leave it like that. When I see in her eyes that she doesn’t take me seriously, I vow to tell her the truth soon. I’m not letting her go.
“It doesn’t matter, Skull. I can’t get pregnant,” she says while I’m rinsing off her sweet pussy.
The words are said so matter-of-factly and deadpan that I look up to watch her face. “What do you mean?” Inside I’m screaming no. It doesn’t change my plans. She’s mine and I’d rather have her and no children than anyone else. I’m grieving the loss of seeing her nurse our baby.
“You knew I was sick.” She shrugs like it’s nothing, but I can see moisture in her eyes.