I watch as she sinks to the floor. Her small body rocks with the force of her sorrow and I feel like a jackass a million times over, even as my anger still simmers. I rub the stress headache I feel banging against my forehead and close my eyes, wishing things were different. Then, I go to my woman and gather her up in my arms. I carry her to the bathroom and sit on the commode with her while I tug at her clothes, gently pulling them from her body.

“What… are… you doing?” she asks, shuddering between each word, the tears not bothering to slow down.

“We’re going to take a shower.”

“I thought… you were leaving… me.”

Once I have her undressed, I carry her into the shower. Luckily, the water is still hot even though we’ve left it running all this time. I lower her, keeping a hold on her neck so her tear-filled eyes stay on mine.

“I was upset. I’m not leaving you, Beth. It was all talk. You’re the only woman I want, the only woman I will ever want for the rest of my life.” I bend down and take her lips. The salt of her tears mingles with the sweet of her mouth. I let my tongue soothe her, plunder her, and love her all in one kiss. She’s mine. Regardless of what happens, I never want her to forget that fact. When we break apart, the sadness still in her eyes physically hurts me. I walk her backwards further into the water and help her tilt her head. Once I have her hair completely wet, I move her again, and this time my back is to the water while I pour shampoo into my palm and begin washing her hair. “Will you promise me something, querida?”

“What?” she asks, her head going back as I massage her hair with my fingers, lathering it.

“That once I prove to you that we will survive this and everything will be okay, you will marry me. I’ll even give you the fucking fairytale if that’s what you want.”

She goes quiet, and I find myself wishing I could see her face.

“I promise,” she whispers, her voice thick with emotion.

With her agreement, I feel a little better. I rinse and condition her hair. I love the feel of it, so silky smooth in my hands, and the weight of the water pins it to me. I’ve never washed a woman’s hair before; never felt the need. Beth isn’t like anyone else, though. I love her. I’m so busy thinking about all of the emotions I have tangled up in Beth that my body jerks in shock as I feel her hand on my stomach.

“What are you doing, mi cielo?”

“Bathing my husband,” she whispers, a bar of soap in her hand as she moves it over my body.

“Your husband?” I ask, watching as she pulls back so she can rub the soap between her hands. Once she has enough lather, she puts the soap on the small shelf. Her small hands wash up my chest. She pulls on the rings I have looped in my nipples. The sting of pain goes straight to my dick and I growl.

“I, Beth, take you, Skull, as my lawfully-wedded husband,” she says, still teasing my nipples but kissing down my stomach. My head goes back in pleasure and my eyes close as I drink in the sensations. “To have and to hold,” she whispers at the same time her hand wraps around my cock, squeezing and holding it tightly. “I pledge to love you for the rest of my life, to put your welfare before my own, to ease your burden, to bring you comfort,” she goes on. As she strokes my cock, her lips suck my nipple into her mouth and her tongue pulls hard on the ring.

“Oh fuck, Beth,” I groan.

“I promise from this day forward I will belong to you and no one else for the rest of my life,” she whispers against my chest before biting the nipple and kissing down my stomach, going to her knees.

“Beth,” I moan as her hands cup my balls and rub them, her fingers petting them right before she takes them into her wet, warm mouth, sucking them and torturing them with her tongue. “Fuck, baby,” I groan, unable to remember anything feeling so good. She hums against them and I swear I can feel that fucking vibration through my entire body. She releases them from her mouth slowly, sucking until the last minute and releasing each of my balls with a soft plop from her lips.

“I promise to worship your cock every chance I get,” she whispers, looking like a fucking sex goddess with the water running down her naked body, sitting on her knees in front of me as her tongue slides up my hard shaft. She licks it like fucking ice cream. When she makes it to the head, her tongue dives into the hidden crease, seeking pre-cum and making my body tighten in need. My hands twist in her hair as I watch the show she’s giving me. Blood thrums in my ears and my balls are already swollen with the need to unload.

“Now that’s a fucking vow,” I growl just as those big beautiful lips of hers begin a long, slow, teasing glide down my shaft. Jesus, fuck. Nothing better… there’s just nothing better the world has to offer. I pet the side of her face as her cheeks hollow out and she sucks my cock tight in her mouth, her tongue sliding and pleasuring as I go deep into her throat. When I hit the back, I think she’ll pull away, completely expecting it, but Beth keeps going. I break through the tight valley as she swallows around my head. Her throat encloses me, working my shaft. “Motherfucker, that feels good,” I praise her, my fingers clenching wildly into her hair, not wanting her to stop, unable to keep from touching her. She pulls off of me, but just a little, before she goes back down. Her beautiful gray eyes watch mine the entire time. When her hand cups my balls, squeezing and kneading them right before she takes me into her throat again, I lose it. Heat slides down my spine as I watch my woman give me the greatest fucking blowjob in the history of blowjobs. Even as I think it, I know it’s more: she’s giving me a piece of her soul. I see it in her eyes, I hear it in her words, I feel it in the way she loves me. That’s what it is: love. I may have no experience before Beth, but I feel it now. I feel every bit of it.

She pulls back off my cock, holding me in her hand, her lips just at the head and her eyes still on mine. “I vow to love you for the rest of my life and whatever comes after,” she says, and I know she’s sincere. I feel it.

Then, she takes me all the way back in again, but this time her movements are less slow and tantalizing and more desperate and needy. She bobs up and down on my cock, demanding my cum. I feel my pre-cum running out, my balls so fucking tight it feels like they might tear free from my body. Beth growls against my cock. The vibration rocks me.

“I’m going to come, Beth,” I warn her, but even as I say it, my cum is barreling out. It jets out into her waiting throat. I yell out her name. I can’t remember ever coming this hard. Beth growls in response, her fingernails biting into my thigh, her other hand tight on my cock as she sucks me harder and harder, draining every damn drop.

I lean against the back of the shower wall. My fucking legs are shaking from the orgasm I just had. I look down at my woman, thinking to praise her. Her sweet little tongue comes up to gather some cum that was left in the corner of her mouth. Water pours down the side of her body. Her eyes are full of emotion and she’s making sure she drinks the last ounce of cum I’ve given her. Even with all that beauty that is Beth, I’m still surprised when she leans into my body, buries her head against my cock and bites into my thigh, marking me with her teeth.

I thought I was spent, but just like that, I know I’m going to have her again. My dick is already demanding it.