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.”
“It’s not a dream, Beth. It is a promise.”
“A promise?” I ask him, my fingers trailing over the ink on his chest, unable to drag my eyes away from it. God, everything about him is just as beautiful as I remember. His hand moves up my shoulder, trailing a path along my neck, then arriving at my jawline and chin. Carefully, he adds the slightest bit of pressure so that he pulls my head up. I look at him in question.
“Last night was our beginning, mi cielo. There is no looking back, no forgetting that no matter what is at stake, it is the two of us and Gabby—”
“Against the world,” I finish, kissing the inside of his hand. His response is a warm smile, which looks amazing on him. “I love you, Skull. I always have, but I love you so much more now. I’ll never take having you in my life for granted.”
“What do you say we pick our daughter up from Sabre’s and drive out to Natural Bridge for the day? I feel the need to spend the day with my two favorite girls.”