I hold his cock tight in my hand and stroke him once slowly and deliberately before bringing him to my mouth. I run my tongue over the tip, moaning as the taste of his pre-cum blooms on my tongue. I watch him as I swirl my tongue across the head.
“I wanted to cry each time because, as much as I could remember, I couldn’t taste you. I wanted to taste you again, just once… one more time…” I tell him, right before I inch my mouth down on his cock, slowly taking him in, using my tongue to brush along his shaft. I slide him in until he reaches the back of my throat. I hollow my cheeks out, sucking him hard. Slowly, I let him go, withdrawing him from my mouth.
“Beth, mi cielo, I need inside you…”
“And I need this… Skull. I need it more than I could tell you.”
That part, at least, is honest. I do need him like this. I need him in so many ways.
His hand comes around to pull on my hair, holding me still. His thumb brushes along my jawline, as he studies me.
“I will see your body soon, querida,” he tells me, so I know now that he has me figured out. I know I will show him eventually, but I can’t deal with it right now. I just can’t.
“I’ll show you… I just…”
“It’s okay, mi cielo. We’ll take this slow,” he tells me, his face tender. This side of Skull, I’ve missed.
I rub the side of my face against his cock, pushing down so his pants are out of the way. I let my tongue slide along his balls. They’re warm and tight, and I feel moisture slide along the inside of my thighs. I flatten my tongue, then curl it under his balls before licking slowly up his cock, gathering the pre-cum which is running down the sides.
“Tan bueno,” he groans, his hands moving back to my hair and tightening into it to the point of pain, sending tingles through my body. So good… and it is. I had missed him like he was a piece of me, but I had forgotten just how good being together was.
Skull holds the base of his cock with one hand and my face with the other. He moves his dick along my lips, painting them. I can’t resist letting my tongue come up and lick more of his taste. He yanks my hair harder, forcing my head back.
“I’ll give it to you, mi cielo, and you’re going to drink down every drop.” Shivers of need roll through my body, especially when his voice drops a notch. “Open for me,” he demands, putting pressure on the side of my face. I open and he guides his cock into my mouth. I close my lips around it, humming against his shaft as he pushes my head down. He fills my mouth so full it’s hard to close my lips around him because of the way he stretches me.
He pushes me down and hits the back of my throat. I pull from his hold, but he doesn’t let me go. I try to relax my throat, swallowing in my nervousness. Skull moans and pushes even farther, holding me tight so that my face rests against his fine nest of hair at the base of his cock. I whimper, feeling both submissive and powerful at the same time. He slowly backs out of my mouth, and then sets a pace that has me moving up and down on his cock so hard and fast I’m forced to hold onto him and take what he does.
I’m helpless—and I love every second of it.
My fingers bite into the cheeks of his ass, my nails scoring the skin as he fucks my mouth hard. He’s murmuring Spanish above me, but I’m so caught up in what I’m doing I can’t grasp the words. I know they’re dirty, filthy-hot, and that does nothing but make me more excited.
“I’m getting ready to blow, Beth, and you’re going to swallow every drop.”
I can’t talk. My mouth is too full of cock, but I hum my approval. I want it.
One more thrust in my mouth, and pulling back out… then another… and another… then I feel the first spray of his cum hit the back of my throat just before he thrusts back in, hard, not giving me a chance to catch my breath. I swallow it down.
He withdraws and roughly pushes back in, then more cum bathes my mouth. I swallow it all… and then more… and then impossibly more. Slowly, he begins to fade, his cock never completely soft, but enough so that my mouth isn’t as full, and I can breathe in through my nose and try to calm my heartrate.
He pulls me off of him by the hold on my hair.
“Mierda! Mi cielo… you undo me.” I don’t answer, I can’t. All I can do is lick my lips and see what he does next. I don’t have long to wait. “Christo! I hope you’re ready for round two because I need back in your pussy now.”
I look up at the sky, glad that night has started to fall, because I want everything he gives me and for once, I don’t want to worry about the scars on my body.
“Good morning, mi cielo,” Skull whispers and I tense up, thinking I’m just dreaming again.
“If you disappear, I don’t think I can’t handle it.”
“Disappear?”
“I can’t count the number of times I’ve dreamed of us like this… in your arms with that look in your eyes, and you calling me ‘your sky’… all of it. Only to wake up and find it was all a dream.”