“Skull! Put me down! You’ve only been out of the hospital for a week!”
“I’m fine, mi cielo. More than fine, and I need my woman.”
“Skull! It’s too soon! You almost died!”
“Las tonterías! It’s been too long, Beth,” I tell her as we make it to the door of our room. Once we get through it, I kick it shut with my foot.
“But your stitches….”
“Will be fine. I’m going to be using my dick, not my back,” I tell her, letting her gently down to the floor.
“Got it all planned out, do you?” she asks, but she’s smiling at me.
“All except one thing, mi amor.”
“I’m almost afraid to ask,” she admits.
“I can’t figure out why you have so many clothes on,” I tell her, grinning. I’m already taking my cut off, lying it on a chair.
“What if I’ve decided not to have sex again until we’re married?” she asks not-so-innocently. I would have a fucking heart attack, but I see her sliding her sundress off her shoulders.
Since that night we uncovered her scars together, she’s taken to wearing her sundresses again—at least around the club. Eventually, I’ll make sure she’s comfortable enough with who she is to wear them anywhere; I’ve made that my mission.
“Mi cielo, I’ll give you the world, but do not ask me to wait to fuck you, because that is not happening.”
“I want a big wedding,” she says. I do my best to hide my smile, although I’m pretty sure I fail.
“If you must, mi amor.”
“You and the men have to wear white coat tails,” she adds mischievously.
“Black,” I bargain, but in truth, if she demanded white, I’d bust my ass to make sure it happens. She doesn’t know it, but I’m going to bust my ass to make her feel like a princess.
“I can work with that.” She smiles.
“I can’t speak for Torch, though. You know how that son of a bitch is,” I tell her as I pull my shirt over my head.
Her dress slides down her body, pooling at her feet. Standing there with her hair down in nothing but her pale pink bra and a tiny lace scrap of fabric shielding her pussy from me, she has never been more breathtaking. I forget about everything, especially her insecurities. I must have stared too long because I hear the fear in her voice when she says my name.
“Skull?”
“You’re so fucking beautiful, mi cielo. I’m a lucky bastard.” On cue, tears spring from her eyes.
“I’m the lucky one, my love,” she whispers.
My Beth, so tender she cries at the drop of a hat, but her spine is as strong as the finest steel.
“I don’t know about that, but you’re about to get lucky,” I joke with her, trying to shake off the seriousness that has intruded on our play. Beth has had too much of that. She needs laughter… and my cock. I undo my pants, shove them down, then quickly step out of them, too impatient to take it slowly. I’ve gone too long without her and I can’t wait any longer.
Beth is staring at my cock, which is rock hard and leaning towards her like the greedy fucker he is. He knows where he belongs and just where he will find heaven.
I take him in my hand, stroking him slowly. “See something you like?” I ask her.
She looks up at me, those fucking eyes that grabbed hold of me that first day and never let me go are dark with passion. Her tongue comes out and licks her lips.
“Always,” she whispers, and that one word wraps around me, settles inside, and sends heat down my spine and my dick throbs. Mierda!
I pull her to me, taking her mouth hard and fast. She’s right there with me, her tongue pushing into my mouth, tangling with mine as I swallow her groan of submission. I guide her back to the dresser, pushing the things on it out of the way. I lean her over it, letting her slap her palms down on the wood to brace herself. I step back to enjoy the view of her ass sticking out towards me. The creamy white cheeks peek out of the silky pink material. I can’t resist squeezing the fleshy mounds hard, pulling them apart roughly.
“Skull,” she gasps.
Pale red blooms on her white skin against my fingers, outlining where I’m holding her. It almost matches the material she’s wearing. Material that annoys me.
I grab the ends with both hands and rip it from her body.
“I liked that pair!” she protests. “It’s one of the last ones I have! Now I won’t have any to put back on…”
“Now that sounds like a fucking plan,” I growl, thrusting one finger into her pussy without warning.
“Oh, fuck!” she cries.
I love when I can make that sweet voice go dirty. Her pussy hugs my finger tight, sucking it inside her body greedily.
“Yes,” she moans when I take it out and then thrust a second one back in.