“What’d you just say?” I ask, my heart beating faster.
He smiles and kisses my forehead before lying back on the dock, lifting me under my arms as he does and bringing me atop him. Our lips are just a breath away from each other. Our eyes, locked on one another. My legs slide along his body so that I’m astride him and I find myself wishing we didn’t have clothes on.
“Come on, Skull. It’s not fair. Tell me what you just said.”
“I said that I fear your body has me captured. I need to fuck you again. Are you very sore?”
My face reddens at his frank words. But the instant he says them, I feel excitement pool between my legs. I am sore. Very sore, because Skull is not a small man. I don’t have anything to really judge him by, but I can’t imagine there are many—if any—larger.
But I know I won’t get to keep experiencing the pleasure he gives me. I greedily want all of it I can have.
“I’m good. I want you again too, Skull.”
“My sweet, sweet Beth,” he moans, his hand brushing the side of my face and his lips finding mine.
It’s a different type of kiss than the others we’ve shared. This one feels tender. Somehow, that moves me more than anything he’s ever given me. I lose myself in his taste and the warm, wet texture of his mouth. My tongue curves around his, sucking it in further, needing the silky feel and the way it heats my body on the inside. His hands move up my back and then back down where he cups my ass and grinds my body into his. I can feel the hard ridge of his cock against me and moan in response.
“Are you sure?” his raspy voice asks as his kisses trail down the side of my neck. He hones in on the juncture where my neck and shoulder meet and bites on the tight tendon there. I cry out softly in response, trying to buck restlessly against him. His strong hands keep me in place.
“Teach me… in your language.”
His tongue teases my skin, tracing my neck and under my chin, before looking up at me. “Beth…?”
“Teach me how to ask you to fuck me in Spanish,” I demand. I don’t know where the need comes from, I just know it’s there.
“Soy todo tuyo,” he tells me, and his eyes never leave mine as I say the words. It doesn’t ring true to me. Rosa taught us all a bunch of Spanish curse words, and none of the words Skull just gave me match what she said was Spanish for fuck. It doesn’t even match the words he said earlier. So, I commit these to memory—for two reasons. One, I want to know what he had me say. Two? I love the effect they have on him.
“Soy todo tuyo, Skull. Soy todo tuyo.”
Skull growls, flipping me over while already tearing my shirt from my body.
Oh, yes. I definitely want to know what I’ve just said to him. Definitely. And once he has us both naked and his hard cock drives into my body, I say it again just for good measure. I say it over and over. Skull wraps his hand in my hair and holds my body exactly how he wants it as he pounds me relentlessly, pushing us both over the edge.
My body shudders in the last aftershock of my orgasm and I feel our combined fluids leak between my thighs. I moan and tighten my muscles upon his cock, which is still semi-erect and deep inside of me. I want to scream that I love him, but I don’t. I can’t. But when he whispers, “I am yours too, mi cielo,” I smile. I am pretty sure those are the words he had me say in Spanish, and I’m okay with it. I’m more than okay because it doesn’t matter that I have to leave in a very short time.
It doesn’t matter at all, for it is true: I am his.
It’s the best fucking day I can remember having. I left Beth sleeping in my bed after fucking her again. Jesus, I’ve gotten lost in her body so much the last two days that my dick should be completely withered away. Instead, the fucker is still half hard.