“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.
“Si.”
“I had cancer. It’s gone now and my latest tests last month confirmed it’s still gone. The treatments, though, were rough. The doctor told me the aggressive chemo and radiation would make it impossible for me to have a child.”
Fear. Have I known stark fear that is running as deep as this before? I don’t think so. The thought of the world losing Beth to this disease… The thought that something inside of her could take her from me and there wouldn’t be a damn thing I could do about it causes my heart to slam against my chest hard. I grab her by the neck and pull her lips to me, acting on instinct and instinct alone.
“You will not get sick, Beth. You will not leave me,” I growl. I don’t give her time to answer. Instead, my tongue invades her mouth and I pour all the anger and fear I have into it. I suck on her tongue, my fingers tightening into her hair as she pulls herself up on my lap, getting even closer. I plunder every part of her warm depths that I can. Our teeth clash, but I don’t care. I just keep hearing her say she had cancer. I keep replaying what that could have meant: I could have never had the chance to touch her, to lie with her, to listen to her laugh or see her smile. Those are things I vow from this moment on that I will not take for granted.
When I break away, we are both breathing hard.
“Wow,” she says, trying to smile.
My fingers search out her clit. I know I can’t get back inside of her this soon, but I need to bring her pleasure. I want to chase away the sadness in her eyes and have it replaced with desire that I put there.
“Skull,” she moans, pushing her sweet little cunt towards me, eager for more.
“Shh… I will give you what you need, mi cielo.”
I pet her pretty clit. My mouth goes to her breast and I suck as much of it as I can into my mouth. My tongue works around the hardened nipple as I suck, then seize it with my teeth, biting it—marking it as mine.
“I want you inside of me,” she cries, wrapping her legs around my body and pulling herself closer to me. My hands go to her ass to stop her.
“We can’t, querida. It’s too soon. You’ll hurt yourself more,” I groan, trying to be fucking noble. “I will make you come. Just relax,” I tell her, letting my tongue go back to torturing her nipple.
I’m distracted by the taste of her sweet flesh, but she completely grabs my attention when her small hand wraps around my cock and guides him inside her body. She moves and impales herself on my rod. Sweet Jesus, he slipped in so easily and her greedy little snatch latches onto my cock, demanding more.