These are the thoughts racing through my brain after the best climax I can remember having. I hope I’m just drunk on pussy, but I have a feeling I’m not. I force myself to push off of Beth. I’d collapsed over her, and even though I move to the side, I fear I’m still squashing her. I hiss as my dick drags out of her swollen pussy, not wanting to let me go. Even now, after the workout I just gave her, her greedy little cunt is trying to suck me back in, unwilling to give up one inch. Fucking perfection, right there. Beth moans, and even though she’s half asleep, she tries to pull me back to her.
“Where are you going? Don’t leave, Skull,” she says, her tired voice hoarse from her cries and filled with desire. My dick should be tired as a motherfucker, but instead, he’s already perking back to life.
I look down at him and see the telling signs of her blood on my shaft and between her thighs. That should bother me, but it doesn’t. I want to beat on my damned chest like fucking Tarzan while screaming for my woman.
“I’ll be back, mi cielo,” I whisper to her. She mumbles, curling back into the covers.
I go the bathroom and run water. I search through the bathroom supplies and find the bath salts mi madre used to keep here before she passed. I couldn’t bring myself to dispose of any of her things. These may be out of date, but they will be better than nothing. I pour them into the water, hoping they work. My mom used them to help ease her muscles after a hard day of working in the garden. It didn’t matter how easy I tried to make her life, she always had to stay busy. I’m hoping that the salts will help heal Beth, because fuck did I give her a hard workout.
As I look down at my semi-erect cock covered in a mixture of our combined release and her virgin’s blood, I know I’m planning on working her out even more.
I return to the bedroom to pick her up in my arms. She’s boneless, but curls in to me and kisses me on my chest. That Tarzan feeling does nothing but intensify.
“Where are we going?” she whispers, her beautiful eyes slowly opening.
“I need to take care of you,” I tell her, heading to the bathroom.
“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.