“Fuck,” I moan. The hold on her ass changes now to push her farther down on my dick.
“God, you feel so good inside of me, Skull.”
“We shouldn’t do this, Beth. You’re sore. It will hurt.”
“It feels amazing,” she whispers into my ear, biting on the lobe and sucking it into her mouth. “Fuck me, Skull. I want to feel you inside of me months from now and remember tonight.”
What man can deny his woman when she says something that he wants even more than she does? Still, I can’t hurt her, so I still refuse, doing the only thing I can at this point because there’s no way in fucking hell I’m not going to give her my cock.
“Then ride your man, mi cielo. Take your pleasure, and show me how much you want my dick.”
She freezes for a minute, looking into my eyes. Hers are filled with need. Slowly, she begins to rotate her hips, sliding up and down on my cock. When she squeezes her pussy tight against my shaft, I moan.
“Yes, querida… Just like that. Ride me. Take us both over the edge.”
My words seem to be all she needs, because she picks up her speed, and I can do nothing but get lost in the pleasure and how beautiful my woman is at this moment. When my fingers hone in on her clit and I pinch it between my fingers and twist before rubbing it over and over, she completely comes apart in my arms. She’s riding harder and faster, her breasts bouncing and her hips twisting to get more. The inner muscles of her pussy clench and flutter all around my cock, sucking me in until my balls are pushed against her sweet snatch. I feel my climax coming and just as she screams out my name, I unload inside of her.
Those fucking doctors think she can’t have a child? They haven’t met me. I won’t stop until her stomach is round with my baby. I wrap my fingers in her hair and bring her lips down to mine.
I vow that I won’t stop until she’s surrounded by my babies. That’s a vow I plan on keeping.
My mind is a mess. This is the second straight night I’ve had with Skull. I’d ignored common sense and did not go back to the school. I couldn’t bring myself to leave Skull. It might be just sex for him—and maybe it’s because he is my first—but it feels real. It feels like love. I don’t want to leave him, but I have to leave him and Georgia behind completely. Those thoughts keep intruding upon every minute I have with him, even now when I’m holding onto Skull while riding on the back of his bike. I’m full of need and emotion that’s all centered on this man, but there is a part inside of me screaming about life’s unfairness.
Skull pulls up against the sidewalk a block away and cuts off his engine. I don’t make a move to get off. Instead, I hug him tighter, laying my head against his shoulder. He seems to know that’s what I need because he doesn’t move for a few minutes. His hand covers mine at his stomach and he squeezes it.
“Are you okay, mi cielo?”
“They could be looking for me,” I mumble against his shoulder, knowing I need to leave and not wanting to.
“You mentioned that before. I doubt very seriously you have a reason to fear nuns, Beth. I will protect you if need be, though,” he jokes.
I want to smile, but I can’t. It’s just a reminder of the bigger secret I’m keeping from him. I ignore the tinge of guilt I feel at not telling him the truth, then slide off his bike.
“What time is it?” I ask, holding my arms tight around myself to ward off the chill. Skull puts a jacket over me, but the night air is cold. He wanted to drive me out to his favorite spot and I wanted to be anywhere he was.
“Are you really worried about missing curfew?” he asks.
“If they report it to my guardians, then yes. They’ll take me out of school and have me finish in private tutoring or ship me off to France.”
Again, I only tell him half-truths. None of what I just told him matters since I’m running away. He looks at me strangely as I try to remember exactly what I said. Did I give too much away? I only have one more night with him, really. I don’t want to mess that up.
He parks his bike, grabs a rolled up blanket from his saddle bags, then joins me. He takes my hand and walks me down the grassy pasture-like area we’re in. I can’t tell anything about the area because it’s dark. There’s a large moon above us that gives light, but since I have no idea where I’m at, it doesn’t help me. Skull, on the other hand, seems to know exactly where we are. His footsteps never falter.
In a few minutes, he comes to a stop and I look up. In front of us is a small dock that overlooks a calm lake. Even in the dark, or maybe because of it, it is beautiful.